<?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-4969947592489148382</id><updated>2011-08-13T04:21:15.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun: Hope of the Dawn</title><subtitle type='html'>Kevan's Side</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-2473519737356464146</id><published>2010-11-15T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:20:50.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Blog Has Been Moved To : &lt;a href="http://carefree-velocity.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://carefree-velocity.tumblr.com/&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/4969947592489148382-2473519737356464146?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/2473519737356464146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-has-been-moved-to-httpcarefree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2473519737356464146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2473519737356464146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-has-been-moved-to-httpcarefree.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-6901855691671586041</id><published>2010-09-14T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:01:57.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, let's go through all the events that happened for the past few weeks. In chronological order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shifted my Xbox 360 to the bedroom. Haven't played it for a long time though T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin wasn't kidding when he said that the AP workload was vastly different from those of the normal courses. I spent way too much time warming up for the school year and ended up having lots of Bs on my grade book. It's down to 3 As and 3Bs now and if today's Macro-Economics test went as well as I thought it did, We'd be looking at 5As and 1B. I'm not expecting that AP Language grade to pull up so soon. I really took a heck of a beating from those stupid quizzes. I mean, really, who memorizes in a language class? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been falling sick a lot. I had a hell of a fever back a few weeks ago and had to miss school. That was absolutely disastrous. I ended up lagging behind the guitar class real bad and worse of all, I wasn't there for the Econs class and ended up getting a 70% for the damn quiz. I have a cough now and god knows, a fever might just develop again T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been busy with College essays. I spent like a weekend doing what I thought was a college essay, only to find out from Angelo that it's really a short response. Q_Q Well, better late than never. I'll be applying to Brown University and University of Michigan for Early Decision/Action come November. Crossing my fingers &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to turn up for a birthday party but... I overslept. I set the alarm to 6pm...or at least that's what I THOUGHT I did but it turned out that I had actually set it to 6am. I ended up waking up at 9.40pm. My mum seemed awfully happy about it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it at any rate. See you guys later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-6901855691671586041?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/6901855691671586041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-be-posting-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6901855691671586041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6901855691671586041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/09/will-be-posting-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1005358218766845260</id><published>2010-08-17T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T07:49:39.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, people. I'm here again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I spent the last weekend of my stay in Jakarta on a stay-over in Anyer...which is a beach resort located about 2 hours away from the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uZi0zyBfqlC7PL2GB44r3A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqQqPywjZI/AAAAAAAABW0/TemfP_qgDqE/s400/DSC05277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They have this canal-like swimming pool for little kids to swim in. It was terribly cute and if I had been a couple of years younger, I'd have jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WXFGuFtoLiYVn88KDvv77g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqQtqjhvPI/AAAAAAAABW4/ZqhiTm6NV-4/s400/DSC05278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's the actual swimming pool. Don't ask why it's green because even I do not have an idea. Giorgio managed to collect some of the water into a bottle and we can certify that the water is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/88e9QPFigArB9lZfxJkhlA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqQu1EKZdI/AAAAAAAABW8/CB0LHsFj-Hw/s400/DSC05279.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's the beach. The photo was taken at about 3-4pm which explains why its empty. People only start hanging around the beach at about 5-6pm. It'll also be populated by food and board sellers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jLm5brPcxIotC5yxiMRfJA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqQxRbeEBI/AAAAAAAABXA/6ltahcimwdk/s400/DSC05286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The fish dishes around the area are said to be really good so we had seafood for all our meals there. I only seem so bored because I was sunburnt, did not take any gadgets down with me and had my camera taken away by the cameraman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trip was really fun, despite the head-splitting headache I had on the first night and the persistent salesmen following us all the way into the seawater just to persuade us to buy their merchandises. Oh, Kenny's uncle lost his glasses in the water =( Another fun-filled activity we had was a 3v3 water polo with 3 Malay Indonesians. We won 15-13 mainly due to Giorgio's accuracy in his goal throws (I can play Counter Strike! hahaha), Kenny's big fat bulk blocking the goal and my... diversion dance? @_@ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast-forwarding time by a few days (after that disastrous/awesome 2 hr car ride where Kenny drove us back to the city),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9d89tPtx9Qz1BXRo7aQs8g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqbcnMSlDI/AAAAAAAABXk/n7_cCAt2zVA/s400/39799_1508358505608_1133675142_1521110_920137_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the privilege to join the Buntara family on a farewell lunch thrown for Kenny, who would be returning to San Francisco in a day. The car drove us out of the city for about 1 hour just so that we could eat a (I did not know it existed) Fish cooked in bamboo or as the Indonesians call it, Ikan Bamboe. Obviously, like all nice days, they ran out when we arrived *holds up sarcasm sign*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dhFxmNmY8lBk7cq-w6xcYw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqbdDqdU0I/AAAAAAAABXo/y-0YsuQgY40/s400/39908_1508405026771_1133675142_1521369_1904391_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked to take a picture with the family for memories. From the right, Hillary (my unofficial little sister), Kenny, Grandma (theirs), Grandpa (also theirs), yours truly and Uncle (theirs too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hFti_kGgURYpEdagAnoaKw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqbdqzKWpI/AAAAAAAABXs/XNMa9KKGSqw/s400/38564_1508361585685_1133675142_1521143_1517460_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's Kenny's mum on the far left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we fast forward to a roughly a week before this...in the mountain retreat, Puncak. We (the young'uns group) arrived in the house first and decided to spend the time...doing something called light...err i forgot the name...Light-Painting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JVnWaBHUoCGgxm-g7txxsA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqbepFh9qI/AAAAAAAABXw/02VSZJiWiCw/s400/IMG_8187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was supposed to be a V, by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/u9drphxmhoHGjUY3oQm5DQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqbf0EQUUI/AAAAAAAABX0/TyHna0rXpuE/s400/IMG_8196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Definitely one of favorite photos. If you haven't guessed, I love group photos. HEY, there's my macbook pro there =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MvxVXCMswVxy7mvfGC4ghw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqbhIvflSI/AAAAAAAABX4/ITiMFkINQ00/s400/IMG_8203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karaoke and dancing came after the light-painting. Was loads of fun. Songs included Grease Lightning and...songs from Michael Jackson?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aCSx9xm2yqi14rQWdGR4mA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqbi8LxBKI/AAAAAAAABX8/HrqlLObEfsA/s400/IMG_8275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another of my favorite photos. Kenny's Mum dragged us to go on a 30 mins hike up the mountain. Wasn't too bad, considering the mountain air and cool weather. Oh, that's Giorgio beside me, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end this post with the next picture. Finally, a picture to commemorate another 4-5 years of friendship (That's what I call it) with both the brother and the sister (whom I had unofficially gotten to be my unofficial sister [or her mum might kill me]).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rnWncu2KSgArqnJB4fhwMA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqQy1Qb12I/AAAAAAAABXE/9sNkroXCcug/s400/DSC05305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop03?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm still waiting for the same photo in Hillary's camera to be sent to me. Sadly, the sweet lil sister of mine lost her cable so we're stuck with this for the moment. No problem, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trips in Jakarta were extremely fun for me. It's been one year since I've seen my close friend and my unofficial sister so it's been great catching up with them. In total, I spent about 7 days staying over at Kenny's and with total confidence, I can say that the times I spent with the folks back there will be one of my most memorable days spent in 2010. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, the largest regret I'm having right now is that in all those photos (group photos), there were 3 people missing. My other close friend (who bought a SCII =.=), Daryl Choo and my OTHER unofficial sister, Cheryl Choo plus...that other guy, Hendhy Hutomo (I'm just kidding, dude =P ) Hopefully, we'll have another trip next summer and EXTREMELY hopefully, the group will be back together again...and we'll finally have a full-house monopoly game...and someone else to squeeze food into=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, back to guitar practice. Ciao, readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1005358218766845260?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1005358218766845260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1005358218766845260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1005358218766845260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TGqQqPywjZI/AAAAAAAABW0/TemfP_qgDqE/s72-c/DSC05277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-6464491739968236681</id><published>2010-08-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T15:22:20.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the first day of school. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started coughing really badly last night and due to the increasing frequency of the coughs, I woke up at about 3 and went to take 2 teaspoonfuls of cough syrup before heading back to sleep. 1 hours later, I woke up to the alarm clock ringing. Lo and behold, I felt feverish. I think I'll just try to survive for today and check my condition again when I get back home. If it's still alright, I'll just take my medicine and sleep off the day. If it got even worse, I'll have to acquire my mum's assistance in this matter...and end up with a ridiculously long and loud lecture about having to drink more water -_-...You know, the folks might just be right. Maybe 90% of my weight really IS due to the water content inside me. I mean, check out that ridiculously large water bottle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-6464491739968236681?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/6464491739968236681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6464491739968236681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6464491739968236681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-2428737675144522109</id><published>2010-08-03T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:35:08.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I've watched Inception, Shanghai and Salt since I arrived in Jakarta. Inception was really good. Shanghai was good too but not as good as Inception. Salt was bull-crap. Then again, Angelina Jolie's movies have never been better than average. I'm with Kenny here. I don't get how people found her attractive at all. Those lips probably belonged to a Dementor or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To elaborate more on the Puncak trip, we made the trip at night and reached the villa at midnight after 2hrs full of karaoke in the car (made even more hair-raising by Kenny's 'charming' voice). We then had another half an hour of karaoke until the adults arrived. The sister was packed off to sleep and the three boys stayed up a bit longer to watch Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother. We then had a surprisingly serious discussion of whether that dog plushie on the shelf was indeed, haunted before going to bed uneasily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came and both the adults and teens went out for breakfast where I ate...steamed rice? Uhh nevermind, I have no idea what to call it. The brekky was followed by a slow trek up the mountain and then a delicious lunch only a grandma could ever cook up. We then spent the evening watching the Power Rangers movie, laughing our assess off at the Pink Ranger going," Tommy. Tommy!TOMMY!" and the White Ranger going," HANG ON, Kimberly", which could be interpreted in so many wrong ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We encountered a freak jam on our way down the mountain and had to endure a storm of red lights from the car in front, a battery-dead macbook and lame jokes (Yours truly is to blame). Dinner was really good. Did I mention before that I love lamb meat? Now you know =) We reached Kenny's house and slept after some Digimon-ing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to have another stayover tomorrow but for some freak-of-nature-does-not-know reason, Giorgio said that he's not coming. I'll wake up early tomorrow, bug him to come and go back to sleep. I want my hard disk back from him so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to name my future daughter 'Anastatisa". I find names like Mary, Jane, Rose and those other common names overly simple. I find names like Apple overly-pretentious. I find names like Sherly and Shirly overly confusing (don't kick me for this, Sherly). I find names like Anastasia just original. So there. Maybe I'll call the the boy Anastasia VR 2.0 just for the laughs...You do know I was joking, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole of yesterday at home writing up my college essay...only to delete the whole thing when I got back home from dinner. It was a pile of bullcrap. I need to figure out my special trait. My mum suggested filial. My friend suggested friendly. My other friend suggested hardworking. All were so common-place. Someone had the gall to suggest 'pervert' though. Yeah, I'm sure the admissions officer would be THRILLED to finally find a Peeping Tom partner -.- I think I'm on the edge of finding something though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out from Giorgio that swimming briefs are uncool. Point taken. I shall from now on, proceed to swim with my PJs. I'm only joking, guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without anything related to be used for conclusion, I'll just say this. I am really, really, actually, really Batman-in-disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-2428737675144522109?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/2428737675144522109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-ive-watched-inception-shanghai-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2428737675144522109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2428737675144522109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-ive-watched-inception-shanghai-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5456778783586342970</id><published>2010-08-01T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T11:13:44.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just took a peek at the difference between my GPA and the average GPA of students accepted into the University of Michigan. That difference was 0.12, which translates to 0.72 grade points in total, which then translates to... 4-6 marks for each subject? That doesn't matter, I guess. I couldn't get into UPenn. I couldn't get into Stanford either. Berkeley just slipped out of my grasp, along with UCLA. Now, even Michigan is on the verge of disappearing from my line of vision. There's probably no more future for me. Strangely, I don't find myself distraught over this revelation. I've failed worse, I guess. Trash. Loser. Lowlife. Beggar. Retard. I'm used to it now. Like always, I'll just put on my earphones and let life move on. I don't need Harvard certificates to get my answers or to lead a good life anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure. I'm not letting the world toss me aside without a fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5456778783586342970?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5456778783586342970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-took-peek-at-difference-between.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5456778783586342970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5456778783586342970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-just-took-peek-at-difference-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-6162660764610079165</id><published>2010-08-01T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T10:04:51.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I visited Emporium Pluit with my Dad today. It's right across Pluit Junction and is also beside the road where Kenny...almost killed us all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed while walking around the shopping center was economical and lifestyle differences between the native Indonesians and the Chinese. Most of the ones walking around and shopping were Chinese. The Indonesians? They were the ones who were working their hearts out in food stalls and in toilets. When you think about it, that scene really does give you an obvious reason as to why native Indonesians hate the Chinese. I mean, C'mon. It's like a guest who's over-imposed your generosity but still has the nerve to treat you like his/her servant. Then again, it's either them or us. Another example as to how unfair the world can really be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, I had a great time staying in Puncak with Kenny, Giorgio, Hillary and Kenny's family. We spent a night playing Grease songs on my Macbook Pro and dancing to the tune. We also spent an afternoon watching the first Power Rangers movie and found ourselves weirdly entertained. The best thing ever? There wasn't any internet. No facebook. No Twitter. No MSN. Sweet mountain air and good food? You betcha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-6162660764610079165?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/6162660764610079165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-visited-emporium-pluit-with-my-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6162660764610079165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6162660764610079165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-visited-emporium-pluit-with-my-dad.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1171822230771508781</id><published>2010-07-28T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:39:38.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taking to the skies in 10 minutes. YER YER YER YER!!!! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1171822230771508781?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1171822230771508781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-to-skies-in-10-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1171822230771508781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1171822230771508781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/07/taking-to-skies-in-10-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-4603939819329916239</id><published>2010-07-28T04:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T04:33:18.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150233403995333&amp;oid=114842408563631&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex needs MORE votes! GO GO GO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-4603939819329916239?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/4603939819329916239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/07/httpwww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4603939819329916239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4603939819329916239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5724085710676947754</id><published>2010-07-13T05:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:03:18.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay. New chapter is over on the link to the right. Make enough time for yourself to read it as the whole chapter is approximately 5000 words. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: In order to prevent theft of content, I have chosen to keep the blog private(on Sherly's advice) For those who wish to gain entry to the blog, please do email me at kennethsurajat@gmail.com with your chosen email address so that I may add you as a reader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5724085710676947754?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5724085710676947754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-for-delay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5724085710676947754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5724085710676947754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/07/sorry-for-delay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-6680954842802738812</id><published>2010-06-30T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T00:23:24.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I just went to check on who's going to be in my classes when school starts in August. While I see some familiar names on the list, it's still going to feel like being new to the school all over again. Ah well, my focus for this semester is different anyway. I'm done settling and its time to get back into the old paper-burning sessions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-6680954842802738812?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/6680954842802738812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-went-to-check-on-whos-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6680954842802738812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6680954842802738812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-went-to-check-on-whos-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-2275974660695770845</id><published>2010-06-19T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T09:35:30.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Konichiwa! Konichiwa! Kombanwa desu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now well into the second week of my summer vacation. Not having to study AT ALL during vacation is kind of refreshing but boring. Throwing archers into Venetian canals via Assassin's Creed II is fun and all but it gets dull fast. I haven't tried asking the AJC admins to let me take the MYCTs yet(Seeing that I do not have anything to lose if I fail) but...should I? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much done these days. Met up with the cute girls from AJC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzp4fKJCmI/AAAAAAAABU0/I_cSUj_ow2w/s1600/DSC04090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzp4fKJCmI/AAAAAAAABU0/I_cSUj_ow2w/s400/DSC04090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484515602876402274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the left: Chuan En, Yi Ling, Cai Feng, Michelle, Rachel, Evelyn, Yin Wei and Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very fun meeting. The lot exhibits a type of innocent atmosphere that can almost never be found in SAS( Usually and no offense intended =( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had another lunch and movie outing with Daryl and Chloe in Dhoby Ghaut. No photos taken but I did manage to take a shockingly beautiful photo of the scenery(if you can call it that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzqni5xl7I/AAAAAAAABU8/vbl6-SwVNac/s1600/DSC04093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzqni5xl7I/AAAAAAAABU8/vbl6-SwVNac/s400/DSC04093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484516411335350194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The A-Team was really good, by the way. Easily the craziest movie I've ever watched. Whoever came out with the flying tank part is pure genius.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day after that, I got called out by friends from SAS. That was on the day when Orchard Road received its first massive flood. Didn't manage to take pics with the bros but I did manage to take photos of the aftermath of the flood. Poor Wendy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzs1X7ZT1I/AAAAAAAABVk/so5wgfCc1jo/s1600/DSC04099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzs1X7ZT1I/AAAAAAAABVk/so5wgfCc1jo/s400/DSC04099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484518847930781522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzs0jiEbZI/AAAAAAAABVc/9nkyT5CkKsE/s1600/DSC04098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzs0jiEbZI/AAAAAAAABVc/9nkyT5CkKsE/s400/DSC04098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484518833865911698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzs0KrbGZI/AAAAAAAABVU/MdMYhCYzf9g/s1600/DSC04097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzs0KrbGZI/AAAAAAAABVU/MdMYhCYzf9g/s400/DSC04097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484518827194259858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzszup9xKI/AAAAAAAABVM/N4BTfmd4hpQ/s1600/DSC04096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzszup9xKI/AAAAAAAABVM/N4BTfmd4hpQ/s400/DSC04096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484518819671950498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzszKB0gvI/AAAAAAAABVE/M8aOv1IiHxM/s1600/DSC04095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzszKB0gvI/AAAAAAAABVE/M8aOv1IiHxM/s400/DSC04095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484518809839895282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine the losses suffered by the companies on that day alone. Moral of the story: Build on high ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not too many days after that, my mother and I had an absolutely fabulous lunch + dessert outing with Daryl, Chloe and Daryl's family.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzuLwLWHHI/AAAAAAAABVs/lHAbw2fbNsY/s1600/DSC04100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzuLwLWHHI/AAAAAAAABVs/lHAbw2fbNsY/s400/DSC04100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484520331908881522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the left: Cheryl, Kenneth, &lt;b&gt;Darly &lt;/b&gt;and Chloe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very very fun. They were also the third group of friends to visit my house =) Mum doesn't like visits from people and only friends of mine whom she trusts are allowed =) Glad to see my unofficial little sister's doing well =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been confirmed. I will be departing for Japan on the 2nd of July...if I get my visa in time. Lots of complications and schedule's very very tight. We had planned to visit Italy originally (Venice, yes) but due to the lack of proper planning beforehand(all our attentions were focused on my finals) and my mum's inability to get the Italian Visa in time(I have a student visa so I'm able to get it in Singapore), we had to settle for Japan. Yes, Taiwan was suggested but was chucked out of the window when I went =_= . Korean visa is even harder to obtain than the Italian visa so we didn't bother either.  South Africa...well, with the World Cup being held there now, it would be terrible timing on our parts, yes. I've already been to America so nuff said. London...we kinda lost interest in Europe after that failure to obtain the Italian visa...Yeah, having an Indonesian passport can be a royal pain in the neck if you like to travel. Will be applying on Monday and HOPEFULLY, we get it on Wednesday. If not, I'll be off to China again which would be... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who have not yet noticed, there's a new link to the right of this post. Yes, it took me two years to think up of a title. You are free to visit =) And the only reason why there are no music playing on the blog now is because... I just haven't found a suitable song yet =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, about 5-7 more weeks of vacation left. Uhh...I can't really find a conclusion to end this post with...OH! Kenny ditched Daryl and me twice for...this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzv4rZshtI/AAAAAAAABV0/YXycbHdhMqY/s1600/nba-logo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzv4rZshtI/AAAAAAAABV0/YXycbHdhMqY/s400/nba-logo_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484522203232634578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the excuses he could have made, he had to use this. I mean...cmon! NBA!? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this, I take my leave. =) Did I say this? I mean, THESE! Below are videos of SAS' latest school assembly and an inspirational speech by Kevin Butler in the E3. Btw, in high school, it's Freshmen -&gt; Sophomore -&gt; Junior -&gt; Senior -&gt; Graduation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcUvG4L4OZU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dcUvG4L4OZU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXN9lV8ZFPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fXN9lV8ZFPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" 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Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TBzp4fKJCmI/AAAAAAAABU0/I_cSUj_ow2w/s72-c/DSC04090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-6216125101607679656</id><published>2010-06-06T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T02:07:52.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a late, late update =( I apologize for the blog's lack of activity for the past few days. Finals Examinations to bash up, grades to check, SATs to assassinate, emails to be sent, visas to be applied for. Yeah, you get the idea =) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll begin first with my first visit to Alex's house, which I had mentioned in my previous post. Some pictures I took at his house :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yfmNCfJkJtKfsba4JaaiaFxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAte67P3rTI/AAAAAAAABQU/hYbNOFwVkzc/s400/DSC03990.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TErnt7OpYDJ-3frhYgOV1lxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAte7dP_TQI/AAAAAAAABQc/Mf9O0iVpUtk/s400/DSC03991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surroundings of his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I attended my first Peer Support Meeting a few weeks back. Sadly, I forgot to take photos during the meeting...then again, it's not like I would be allowed to ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xyr_c6mAzzDjTdgKXoXOJ1xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAte8f75gUI/AAAAAAAABQs/KyPZG5k2Q1M/s400/DSC04036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Caught Zach on the photo =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1Y-_x-gO3Vv7Vd_ggqm3ElxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAte7wgN1bI/AAAAAAAABQk/dM1MoTqQSr8/s400/DSC04035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I also went shopping for SAT practice materials the other day. Was on my way to Bras Basah Complex and decided to take a few snaps.&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wMHyDfBTkRFdxuMzF2Lru1xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAtkMK-F8pI/AAAAAAAABRE/yp_5jhDTcsw/s400/DSC04039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right outside the nearby church and pretty near to the Singapore Management University buildings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KB8E3Aiz6DK-Y8MAet1R2VxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAtkMgswDbI/AAAAAAAABRM/kvhPHxhmbDU/s400/DSC04040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the new MRT station located in Bras Basah. Probably the best-looking MRT station, in my opinion =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iyrTr_1F6NHfTUprNJpRElxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAtkNCbLBzI/AAAAAAAABRU/g7vesXQoTzo/s400/DSC04041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo I took with Ji Wan, a Chemistry class buddy... Damn, I look ugly in that. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went for another visit to Alex's house to celebrate the end of Final Examinations (though I didn't really the significance of the finals ending -_-). Ate lunch at this restaurant before cabbing to Alex's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fZGn9BczNS7Jir-qsfcnzVxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAto0uru_hI/AAAAAAAABRk/aJWzydYOUhU/s400/DSC04043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pretty near to the school. Probably 10-15 minutes if you walk fast enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NzKPE57zsWdFSaW-mfn5dVxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAto1AI-4CI/AAAAAAAABRs/5OM9A2bQjOU/s400/DSC04044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uty3b3m8TGAssIuqGZgtzVxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAto1hPALoI/AAAAAAAABR0/zt70isP1mmE/s400/DSC04045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Interior of the restaurant. The chicken rice was pretty good though. I might just go there often, if only it was nearer to my house...like...a WHOLE LOT nearer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was not allowed to post up any photos for personal reasons. Sorry ^^ Although I'm still not all that convinced that... nah, never mind about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Final exams ended and we got our grades back blah blah blah. Took some photos with teachers (most students refused to have pictures taken so...bleh) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A2xmxw53P_L0guqOxSXXq1xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAto2nRoQ5I/AAAAAAAABSE/c_UGwoztCNU/s400/DSC04084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My English teacher, Mrs Griffin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HmM8KjiKTzFu9YRhQWaNL1xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAtzSMhG_qI/AAAAAAAABSM/GRTtVwuaOj0/s400/DSC04086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My Chemistry teacher, Mr Bright. Funny guy. Wacky but sense of humor CAN be sort of twisted to some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for my final photo of the day. This is one of the only other photos I took in Alex's house that was allowed to be posted. I have NO IDEA why he wanted me to post this up and frankly, I...don't even want to think about it -_-. So...I present to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/70zFcP1GvRA7sc_QX4V8flxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAto2AGpc7I/AAAAAAAABR8/pzfHp-Dfz1o/s400/DSC04062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Michael Xu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that all the photos have been done with. I'll be moving onto screenshots of my grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QYriOFRl7NB6Ju5IARJR21xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA0_YPxo-EI/AAAAAAAABTk/GO3j_BDJs3w/s400/ScreenShot001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school's so darn nice, wishing us all a happy summer ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pc8Bd7t2t6jzfpeihltC-1xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA0_YUepACI/AAAAAAAABTo/qtsXISZG_X0/s400/ScreenShot002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They aren't too good, particularly due to that BLASTED Safety and First Aid grade. Damn exam screwed us all over just because the whole class did not write an "important" step down. I mean, CMON 5 points deducted for just ONE missing step? How important can "put on gloves" be when we're dealing with head concussion!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QPMxyd9Zo1yVmijKaVdEp1xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA0_YvxnU0I/AAAAAAAABTs/t8_otADUv_0/s400/ScreenShot003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safety and First Aid records. Yes, I realise that there's an F there. I can't remember how I got that though =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2EcszQRhKiJidXEWpt5fZ1xOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA0_Zibe_dI/AAAAAAAABT0/UmOOnhzRdpU/s400/ScreenShot005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese records. That's so sweet of my Chinese teacher &gt;_&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pyDpOCmjdhtfdkN7gSvPKlxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA1CTwP6rOI/AAAAAAAABUA/6Xp2oJRkb5I/s400/ScreenShot006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mrs Bright made a slight error in her comments here. Probability wasn't just a bit challenging. It snapped my fingers apart, butchered my legs off and tossed me into the Dead Sea. And yes, I know there's another F there. Damn quiz caught me off-guard. IT was a puzzle thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R86kmXG4JEQs8bL4B2qBQFxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA1CULm4N7I/AAAAAAAABUE/hypthPPtKak/s400/ScreenShot007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LJq6V8K-GliA3BOH_DosWFxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA1CVbc_39I/AAAAAAAABUI/632Rfary3f8/s400/ScreenShot008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How sweet of Mr Bright =) That bonus question we got for the final examination was pretty cool! We were given a picture of the Goldeneye movie poster and was asked who acted as James Bond in that movie. Answer? It's obviously Pierce Brosnan, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZiGCvlTCwrzJ-NvLaTMSMlxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA1CWTl6ziI/AAAAAAAABUM/XorsfSyB9_E/s400/ScreenShot009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CpeaPP3FAwaLCPGf-cgglFxOEBch9l4lb6MuV5o_tqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TA1CWqcIthI/AAAAAAAABUQ/yq-kNNLABLI/s400/ScreenShot010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/SunHopeOfTheDawn?authkey=Gv1sRgCLPntODOuoHHwQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Sun: Hope of the Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English class was probably my favorite of the year. Class was the funniest and we had lots of work to do too. Mrs Griffin is sooo sweet on her comments. However, David's still an ass though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's that for today, There's a lot more to say but I'll leave that for another day. See you all again very soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-6216125101607679656?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/6216125101607679656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-late-late-update-i-apologize-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6216125101607679656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6216125101607679656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-late-late-update-i-apologize-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/TAte67P3rTI/AAAAAAAABQU/hYbNOFwVkzc/s72-c/DSC03990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8956639712746278056</id><published>2010-05-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T03:01:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Afternoon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had a ridiculously tough Chemistry Lab lesson. The titration was insane. I mean, exactly 2 drops and exactly 0.20 pH increase? Man, I'm so going to bust on this lab assignment grade. I mean... Look at this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S_N0aq5KBkI/AAAAAAAABQM/kFJW8lwdTJk/s1600/ScreenShot011.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S_N0aq5KBkI/AAAAAAAABQM/kFJW8lwdTJk/s400/ScreenShot011.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472845973724726850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hell am I supposed to do with this abomination of a graph!? ARGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends finished their AP exams (Q_Q) last week and on Friday, I attended the celebration at Alex's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S_Nr5Q8sP3I/AAAAAAAABQE/7LlnsypdEN4/s1600/DSC04021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S_Nr5Q8sP3I/AAAAAAAABQE/7LlnsypdEN4/s400/DSC04021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472836603731525490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Alex with his guitar. A bit of background info. He plays the guitar (Obvious is obvious) in a few school bands (I think..or is it just one now?) and is extremely passionate about music. He composes his own songs where some may be found in the following sit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(  &lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=895036"&gt;http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=895036&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that I'll be taking Guitar and Advanced Guitar courses next year, I'll be depending alot on him for help =)... Oh yeah, I need to find out whether that old guitar at home can still be fixed-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, sorry for getting off-topic there but yeah, it was loads of fun. We had a grand total of...10ish attendants which dwindled down to 6 by the end of the day. A few stayed over at his house while Javier, Felix and I had to go back home (with an over-protective mother and all). Dinner was extremely good (pizza ftw) and pool was fun too! Might be going for another one at his house on Tuesday,last week of school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S_Nr4_c414I/AAAAAAAABP8/NZbcsaVdpIM/s1600/DSC04006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S_Nr4_c414I/AAAAAAAABP8/NZbcsaVdpIM/s400/DSC04006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472836599034730370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the left, Nicholas Gentry caught in my arm-lock while trying to escape, Micheal Xu staring down at the camera-man, lil old me and Neil Parekh who was about to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 more weeks till Finals. I'm so psyched! I've been waiting for these exams for almost half a year now! Gonna go over-gear on myself now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that, Summer Vacation will also be arriving soon. Surprisingly, I don't feel the need to go on a holiday yet. SAS is so much fun then really, I'll be missing it when I'm on vacation. No doubt I'll lose that feeling once I have had my first taste of APs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A club's organised sale of silver accessory at school tomorrow. Will be dropping by tomorrow to see if there's anything interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, I gotta go now! Will type something else soon and so sorry for the late post! Had to get clearance for the photos before I could post this ^^ Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8956639712746278056?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8956639712746278056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-hello-and-good-afternoon-just-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8956639712746278056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8956639712746278056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-hello-and-good-afternoon-just-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S_N0aq5KBkI/AAAAAAAABQM/kFJW8lwdTJk/s72-c/ScreenShot011.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-150422782057107809</id><published>2010-05-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:49:18.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How was your weekend? Was it smooth or was it rocky? Hope you all remembered that Mother's Day was on Sunday ^^ If you didn't, there's always your Mum's birthday. Just make sure NOT to forget about it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprised at the blog's background music? I just got ahold of the album a little while ago =) Enjoy it while it lasts =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll start with the big news first. Remember that I mentioned something about signing up for Peer Support the other day? &gt;=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S-c4bMw-eAI/AAAAAAAABPw/1dbiH7GDUMw/s1600/ScreenShot083.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S-c4bMw-eAI/AAAAAAAABPw/1dbiH7GDUMw/s400/ScreenShot083.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469402312399026178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I danced around the house like around 5 times after high-fiving my bewildered mum ^^ Tis a happy occasion =) Adding this to my achievement book. Looks like senior year would be busier for me than I thought XD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TRIED rallying Kenny and Daryl together for a Skype chat on Saturday night but since Kenny only woke up when I had already fallen asleep, Skype chat had to be cancelled and I had to make the decision by myself (with much thanks to Viraj's advice) Looks like my Summer Vacation just got screwed up a bit. I've decided (half-heartedly) that I will be signing up for Brown University's English Summer Program ($2k) which will be from the 21 June all the way to 9 July. It was a difficult decision to make as technically speaking, it IS my last true Summer vacation/ June hols in Singapore and I had been planning to use the time to spend as much time as possible with friends over here but alas,....this. Well, if I ain't accepted into the program, then I'll just stick to my original plans. Slack, slack and slack. I'll be consulting my counselor today to map out the plans...and I need another week to tour around USA too ^^...Just where did my Summer Vacation go again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Ip Man 2 on Saturday with Bro and Mum. It was a pretty darn good movie. Not as flashy as Ironman 2 (just plain eyecandy) but it held a lot of deep messages. That and it really made me feel proud to be Chinese, especially when the main character speaketh this quote,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Regardless of everyone's status, we both possess the same dignity. I hope that from now on, we can respect and understand each other"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that, and....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Which is more important to you? Winning the fight or having a meal with your family?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I mean, sure the movie did portray the Westerners in a really bad light but...one can say that it was in a way, reliable. World's as dirty then as it is now. Maybe dirtier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I'm now sitting here in the library with about half of the usual gang missing. They're sleeping in due&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;to the AP exams taking place in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;4 more weeks to Summer Vacation which to me, is unnecessarily long -_- I mean, what in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;am I supposed to entertain myself with from June all the way to August l=/ Heh, I've never &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;thought I'd be one to actually complain about holidays. Environment changes people =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Well, that's all I guess =) Toodles!&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/4969947592489148382-150422782057107809?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/150422782057107809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-hello-and-good-morning-how-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/150422782057107809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/150422782057107809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-hello-and-good-morning-how-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S-c4bMw-eAI/AAAAAAAABPw/1dbiH7GDUMw/s72-c/ScreenShot083.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5548699179338803190</id><published>2010-05-06T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:19:56.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished my Chinese Test. I don't see why she has to change the test format with every test. It's seriously getting confusing @_@ Ah well, as long as I can maintain my A, I shouldn't complain, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to attend AJC's Band Concert a few days ago (Tuesday, to be specific). The outing with my ex-class was fun, the food was, though a tad too expensive, good, the performance was pretty great for most parts and the audience was an unruly bunch. Almost perfect. Imagine that, a classical music concert with the audience shouting their friend's name in-between the parts of the concert. I mean, they REALLY put their all in the shouting. Was really annoyed with them. Wait, make that extremely. You know what? Even extremely would have been an understatement -_-lll . According to Vincent, who was sitting right near the front, the Principal of AJC cringed every time the audience went wild. No doubt they had a long assembly on the following morning ^^lll. Alright, just received the SMS from Cliantha. I now have the permission to use the following photos (didn't bring the cam cam along that day -.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite#5468329829158528498"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S-NpAdWqpfI/AAAAAAAABPs/yuFpCiPQnck/s400/29246_392776434003_564829003_3897073_3900620_n%20%281%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hmm...I look terrible in this photo =/ At any rate, thanks to Wei Lin for taking this pic ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/z6zR98ocw7sXd9fqao8GPT-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S-NofNcZzFI/AAAAAAAABPM/1Au5R0I4pG4/s400/31696_1421162256470_1455098168_31103775_2575436_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thanks to Cheryl for her camera and Belinda for taking the pic for us =)... Now now, this isn't what it looks like -_-.......Why am I bending forward so much anyway? 0_0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother recently came back from the USA for his Summer Vacation, like a few days ago. Actually, he's just a few meters away from me now. He's in the counselor office, chatting with the counselor ^^. Will be meeting up with him later on after this class. Speaking of the counselor, I'll have to go meet up with her during the lunch or free block to change my classes again. Will be swapping AP English Literature with AP Language and Composition. I was never one who was good with analyzing texts. Other than that, I'm also dropping Business for my second Free and swapping Advanced 3D Design with Desktop Publishing and Graphics Design. Yep, lots of changes ^^lll &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, I just realized that my Finals are like 2-3 weeks away! Need to go over-gear soon &gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was doing my 3 Chinese essay last night until Kevin Chen told me on Facebook that the due date wasn't today. I confirmed it with Stephanie. I went off to bed immediately. -_- No way am I burning the midnight oil when the assignment isn't due till next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be watching Ip Man 2 with Mum and Bro. It's my way of celebrating Mother's Day (9th of May, you unfilial children!) Kudos to Nichola San Jose for reminding me. Alright, class is over. Heading to Counselor Office to meet my bro now =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5548699179338803190?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5548699179338803190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-hello-and-good-morning-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5548699179338803190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5548699179338803190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-hello-and-good-morning-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S-NpAdWqpfI/AAAAAAAABPs/yuFpCiPQnck/s72-c/29246_392776434003_564829003_3897073_3900620_n%20%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1901987147799409866</id><published>2010-05-03T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:03:05.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Afternoon!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all remember that thing about the Honor Roll from the previous post, right? Well, I did as I promised =) Here are your pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xZGjBRJKTO6HPOUSq7iTOT-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976QOOb5YI/AAAAAAAABMo/RYSOiMil6SE/s400/DSC03909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This was what I saw as I entered the hall. The food was pretty decent. Some of them were obviously bought from outside but I'm sure that there were a number which were home-cooked. Tasted the motherly touch ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IMlVf5vn8RH4yjyZkJIQgj-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976RSF9zcI/AAAAAAAABMs/TUCa4eu8c-Q/s400/DSC03910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This was what I saw after blinking once. If you look at the center of the picture, those two apples were contributed by yours truly =) I contributed like 24 apples for this (My mum bought em)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7znSJsDD-wfuWbSo2xejDz-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976STwL8vI/AAAAAAAABMw/FkGntCzBVAs/s400/DSC03911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I overheard some parents talking in perfectly fluent Chinese. Made me miss local school a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8ttENauyVAHDveKZeVPtHj-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976S0nvL4I/AAAAAAAABM0/MgNdbE79y74/s400/DSC03912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Mats brought out for people who want to eat sitting down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sIQSNesJcGeEIVObvGf6zD-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976TwU-1DI/AAAAAAAABM4/dCmh8uq7jww/s400/DSC03913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Like so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1nsrej_qMaBpBD9-xWKfKj-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976UzPGJLI/AAAAAAAABM8/k0GySRjZTis/s400/DSC03914.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Crowded, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/31QjtnqNNNrtwKO2ZQj41D-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976VUR2kUI/AAAAAAAABNA/-vtMS2h8ghs/s400/DSC03915.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qMTH2v2SEeInpp74FdEAcz-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976XJFCu5I/AAAAAAAABNI/XZ9-WFSruAQ/s400/DSC03917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bbELgzdsro7WQlwazOsDQD-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976Xoe2TQI/AAAAAAAABNM/PYjbxSaf8Rc/s400/DSC03918.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There were some people who went out to eat. The standard stand-and-eat thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bJhmWw6hmKNoV2T9hhHkST-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976YeE4ySI/AAAAAAAABNQ/lCwJ_dXWpBk/s400/DSC03921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The usual group who I hang out with...then again, I don't hang out that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_MlNszrPpXgwiKS3F9x12j-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976ZT8_tdI/AAAAAAAABNU/6Fy46LUJQTw/s400/DSC03923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1AAeg5GWuEWvu-Emo8WbCz-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976a5o9yfI/AAAAAAAABNY/eR3qW2KlE9g/s400/DSC03924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;People here sure do love their pizza....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we had a small-time author come to English class to give a lecture last Friday. She was pretty interesting, especially when...you're a freaking aspiring author! Good Gods! Felt as if I just met a goddess :3 I talked to her for a bit but I don't think she was too interested in what I was saying though &gt;_&gt; Ah well, shows that I still have ways to go =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6K8pe62N4JZC84QkaNYPdz-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976bkVqENI/AAAAAAAABNc/GcacpeRuQ5Y/s400/DSC03926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's her in the middle and my English classmate, Gabrielle Malaki on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, right after my SAT 1 paper last Saturay (SAT on Sat, get it? =3 ), I rushed down to Kallang Leisure Park where all the other ex-ACSians were. ARGH, I completely forgot about the existence of the MRT Circle Line and wasted an incredible amount of time taking the Red and Green line.Not to mention that I waited for the shuttle bus for a solid half an hour before giving up and hailing a cab (my 4 bucks Q_Q )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had finished ice-skating by the time I got there and we were planning to rush down to Marina Barrage as originally planned but...due to some minor complications, we ended up dragging ourselves to Sentosa (Oh my god, the sun....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Zjl_wtR4p-MTrtl-dkUvnj-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976cmabPUI/AAAAAAAABNg/M-01nO6pJU4/s400/DSC03952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I didn't participate in the Frisbee game since I wasn't feeling particularly well. Was a bit nauseous and stuff. Must've been due to the all-nighters I pulled on the days before my SAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_G5wvVuE7kEA68FQ6T2FfT-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976d9xhtfI/AAAAAAAABNk/8lru2y4aR5k/s400/DSC03966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I did go out a bit to take pictures though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent like 1 hour walking around Vivo City and trying to decide on what to eat for dinner. We eventually settled for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Tq-sCC2cAhNYvEaHL10CYD-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976j6EQT1I/AAAAAAAABOA/W791O1ICJ8o/s400/DSC03985.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can't go wrong with Hong Kong food, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XORpJv8FyzO-Wu7ZbbxtxD-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976evG6YDI/AAAAAAAABNo/Ai0H4Jwe8bI/s400/DSC03975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ordered Borscht for appetizer. If I'm not wrong, Borscht is supposed to be a type of Russian soup and...this look Russian to any of you? I was expecting seafood in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/34vd0rRhs4dfjTf0kMgItz-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976fYdxiDI/AAAAAAAABNs/BwO5LHullBo/s400/DSC03978.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Strawberry PEarl something. Can't remember the exact name but BOY IT'S GOOD! I don't give a shred about whether it's made of syrup or not but DAMN, I'm so going there again for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VVjL4j6bbfTYN8pLZroMBD-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976f_ZUiAI/AAAAAAAABNw/OslIc-jpCbA/s400/DSC03979.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;For the main course, Baked Special Curry Beef and Rice (with cheese if you haven't noticed) Was pretty good =) Too bad the portion's too small for my liking =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XdkSh59BJ_mbH3UiyqlR6z-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976g0kCaDI/AAAAAAAABN0/7xW_jB3Uzes/s400/DSC03980.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Also shared a Red Bean Tea with Pearls with Roy. Didn't like it and gave the rest to him after 3 mouthfuls. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Egj6O9OratlT-ZOlYDAw-j-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976htguRNI/AAAAAAAABN4/R-zVitb4N1Q/s400/DSC03982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;That's about it for my weekend. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6lG6yKmeq5lynXHgxBZdKj-winlviaJzniTF8ywxfAk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976iiXYOlI/AAAAAAAABN8/n_E3xruNs08/s400/DSC03984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder?authkey=Gv1sRgCMaB58qCnuDH3gE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;See you all again soon! Sorry I didn't type much today. Been in kind of a rush these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1901987147799409866?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1901987147799409866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-new-folder-from-new-folder-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1901987147799409866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1901987147799409866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-new-folder-from-new-folder-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S976QOOb5YI/AAAAAAAABMo/RYSOiMil6SE/s72-c/DSC03909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-632859928361628040</id><published>2010-04-26T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:00:27.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been invited to Honor Roll Luncheon! It's not much of an achievement though, since over 600 peeps will be invited and that's like...more than half the school? Bah, it doesn't tell much about my rank in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of honor roll, I woke up from my nap yesterday only to find that...Micheal Xu now has a girlfriend. Congrats, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACS(I) ex-class Birthday Bash this Saturday. Will be rushing over after my SAT. Kallang's a long way away though ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of SAT, I think I might be breaking the 2100 barrier today. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a talk with my Bro over Skype yesterday about the various universities, which led me to reconsider a lot of my options. Stanford's still my main target though ( a bit too high of a target, perhaps?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English presentation today! Need to touch up on my slides during today's free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will probably be going to AJC's LIMELIGHT concert next Tuesday. Need to find a way to get the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, I need to sign up for my SAT II very soon! Deadline for registration's just 2 days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Mr Olsen told me I got the highest in Criminal Forensics! YAY! First occasion that can be rejoiced this quarter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still planning my College/University trips. Will try to have San Francisco as my final stop. Wanna spend as much time as I can with Kenny and co. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yale, Duke, Stanford, University of Chicago, NYU and Wellesley College visited our school today. Attended the introduction seminar during lunch and was surprised at how many students showed up. To think that I'll need to pit myself against people like Viraj, Micheal Xu and Baker....this is one tough order -_-lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I also went for the Peer Support Interview a few weeks ago. Zach said I did well but...I do hope I get in &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be doing voluntary work with Micheal Xu and Baker next Friday...hopefully. Then the Saturday after that would be...Alex's Post-AP party? I'm not sure whether I should attend though since I don't take any APs and...well...you get my drift...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro encouraged me to attend prom next year, reason being that I need to meet new people... Nah, maybe I won't attend. Money issues. That, and I'm not interested in functions like these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost got by eyes burned out by Hydrochloric Acid by Saya yesterday ~_~ Accuracy over speed, m'dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking whether I should go back to Jakarta nearing the end of summer Vacation. Kenny will be there so it'll be great but...family issues...*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to find out that in 1 year's time, I would no longer be in Singapore. Damn, I'm going to miss it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to restock my cornflakes stock soon. It's getting near depletion. Need to get something else since John said that the thing;s sugar-saturated... Oh no, diabetes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out that I forgot to bring my earphones. ARGH &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* A few more weeks till the Final Exam ~_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah, there's a Korean couple sitting like right next to me. They're so cute....Yeah, definitely cute. HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder whether I'm overachieving or underachieving -_-lll I know what my mum's answer will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adventurer/explorer/ whatever-you-call-it spirit is burning up AGAIN! I think I'll go explore Pulau Ubin next Saturday =) Anyone wanna follow me? It'll be a long walk ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for me today. Will try to take pics during the Honor Roll ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-632859928361628040?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/632859928361628040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-hello-and-good-morning-ive-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/632859928361628040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/632859928361628040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-hello-and-good-morning-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8802307055945579186</id><published>2010-04-18T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T22:25:21.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Morning and long time no see!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No specific reason as to why I have not been posting. Just did not feel like it...that and I had a lot on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our school prom was held last Saturday and yes, I did not attend. Having looked at the photos of classmates, friends and friends of friends, I can safely say that I did not miss out much on not going. By looking at the photos, I think I have more or less figured out what prom is all about and having done so, I have lost all interest in it ^^lll. Just... not my kind of thing. Modern parties, that is. Ball functions and festivals? Hell yeah l=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to go through two injections this week. One to obtain a sample of my blood to test for the presence of Hepatitis A and B. The second was to get the vaccines into me since they were absent from my body. I still have to go through two more in the following months. It was not too painful, much to my surprise. To think that I was bawling so much over an injection when I was still a kid HAHAHAHAH ^^lll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will quit Dota. I suck at it and it is a total waste of time. I think it would be better for me if I found some other activity that would entertain and cheer me up more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next week will be a very busy week for me. I will be attending AJC's "Limelight" concert on Tuesday with ex-classmates since Shen Wei will be performing. That and I will be having my SAT on Saturday. Straight after the SAT, I will have to rush to god-knows-where to attend the mass birthday celebrations organised by my ACS(I) class. Will be busy but fun =)...I think I am supposed to go somewhere this Saturday too but...where? 0_0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all those who still do not know, I am currently in the midst of a "Cereal Lunch" program. That is, I have been having a small 90 cents cereal pack for lunch per day. No, it is not Koko Krunch. Just plain cornflakes. They taste pretty good actually. You will still feel hungry after the next few hours but... well... for the sake of saving money and getting thinner, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the note of food, I spent a heck load on food last Saturday. Mum brought me out for lunch in the Ajisen Ramen (Volcano Ramen UPSIZED XD) branch that is located in Takashimaya. Unfortunately(?), that awoke my err....hunger. I went on an eating rampage after my Mum went back home and left me to loiter around. I dashed straight to Tamdodo to order one of their Black Pig Shabu Ramen (14.80,ouch) and after that, I dashed to Ambush Cafe to get my Japanese Scallop Pasta with Nori (14.90 with Soup and Garlic Bread) before I was finally satisfied &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fell asleep in Pre-calculus class just now and had my foot stepped on by Mrs Bright X( Owww.... I really do have to sleep earlier than this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just a few minutes ago, Micheal tried to corrupt me again. I had to hold back a chuckle when I gave him a "no" to his question of "Would you f**k Megan Fox?". His expression was kind of funny but to be serious, no, I would not. Firstly, she...she does NOT look pretty. Secondly, I do not go after girls who are sexy since I do not feel attracted to that value =). Lastly, well, she's just not my type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have known me for a lot of years, I do get TOO serious about relationship but that's just the way I'm brought up. Being brought up by mainly women is bound to make you like that, especially when the person you respect most in the world happens to be your mentor who is also female. It's just the respect and admiration I hold for females all around the world. (except the bitches and hookers, of course)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all and everything can be boiled down to one simple word. Knight. I can't answer questions like "Why do you insist on being morally correct?". Even I do not know why. I just think the definition of a knight is central to all the reasons. That is all. And FYI, sexiness turns me off. I don't look at the body (ok, maybe I do sometimes.) I look at the eyes. Like they say, the eyes are the windows to a human's soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to think up of a way to resist the temptation of running to get my Curry rice now. Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8802307055945579186?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8802307055945579186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-and-long-time-no-see-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8802307055945579186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8802307055945579186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-morning-and-long-time-no-see-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3332186357787883313</id><published>2010-04-10T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T13:24:11.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Report: 11/4/2010 Explore 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;BE WARNED. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS POST CONTAINS 181 PHOTOS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;READ ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;AND WHILE READING,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;REMEMBER THE POOR BLOGGER WHO HAD TO TYPE THIS ALL OUT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello! Hello and *yawn* Good Evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As said in the title above, *jumps up and slams on the title board* this blog post will chronicle my the lone psuedo hike/adventure/exploration (&lt;i&gt;*snort*&lt;/i&gt;) that I went on 11/4/2010 (3 days before you-know-what). Let's get on with it so that I can FINALLY get to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Activity took 4 hours. Do note that I had no opportunity to even sit myself down (unless you count that bus ride home) throughout that 4 hours. Here we go. *&lt;b&gt;All photos on this post can be clicked on to be enlarged&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started my walk from Wheelock, Orchard Road at about 1pm and began heading up Paterson Road (where I met howling barbarians...nah I was only joking). I reached Great World City at approximately  1:25pm. The last time I visited the place was about a year ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The air-conditioning felt like a god-given gift to the sweaty me. Decided to take a small break there and headed down to the Food Junction located at the basement of the shopping center. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AE87brROydzWvwJjz3Vs2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClEg0RsiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vxqN9Ga7BZI/s400/DSC03688.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This...used to be a Roti Prata restaurant (DAMN!) and now, its a Ramen joint. Price range for a bowl ranged from $12 to 18$. Since I ate beforehand, I felt no temptation. The chefs glared at me when they saw me snap a picture of the shop front and I had to...uhh...flee. &gt;_&gt;lll Moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E_FMIGxQokCF_Ka3NRhjng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClGwCm0oI/AAAAAAAAA_M/jW8AWK-WLfs/s400/DSC03689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dYRguNdz625wGpel5a2Kag?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClI1EcSeI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/F--edsXVmh4/s400/DSC03690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eFGeILBkLZoQwz5Q7A_MSQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClLDCjNeI/AAAAAAAAA_U/OccjuczPw5Q/s400/DSC03691.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few shots of what the food court looks like. I'm planning to come down here to eat at another date. Anyone wanna join up with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RICRO3vrUNMaFcYPJCsFaw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClMxajcNI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Xsljo3y-d6M/s400/DSC03692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found a Best Denki. Went in to purchase myself a DVD-R DL at a price of 3.20 bucks. Not bad. NEXT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6ITaLQpGx-eByZrp8rpYBA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClQ9CKWJI/AAAAAAAAA_c/cChif_zc2Us/s400/DSC03693.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the event square of the shopping center.Looks like OSIM's still full of ideas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went up to the highest level and saw this right next to the escalator...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Dj8cwTPa-KfbI_hq-LkOSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClVHupEhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/bmoOJ6K7Ex8/s400/DSC03694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This...USED to be a LAN center! What the hell! Jack's Place? SERIOUSLY!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/luE_V4Sn41ZqUHnLwnx2Mg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClXp9cOlI/AAAAAAAAA_o/__cCSKjtzPo/s400/DSC03695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That ToyHunt shop used to be a shop that sold game cards (Pokemon,Yugioh,Magic the Gathering etc etc). Used to spend alot of time there when I was a Primary School student (Grade 1-6 for the Americans).I think I fought with a boy one year older than me in there before because....wait...yeah, he tried to steal a card from me. Hey, shut up. I was a kid then &gt;_&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right beside that now is...a pet shop. I think it's been there like since...forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e8KkRnuJkr2BCNK1eU2e-w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClZSAfaVI/AAAAAAAAA_s/GyCdKIgKMTw/s400/DSC03696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RyIF9ILXQA5-E5EUkT6K0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClabWojsI/AAAAAAAAA_w/kMEOjZpyuUg/s400/DSC03698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7eu2j_O5-o1eFZeSa1gq0w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClbW4-pGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/A8m_ZBXpLKs/s400/DSC03699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ioW2GkLqltnM1E9t_Na5vQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Clc4UaNvI/AAAAAAAAA_4/K8DyHM4JCXg/s400/DSC03700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8ob5wH1v2Ou29kAchBOkpw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cle3S82PI/AAAAAAAAA_8/97VALsul6yM/s400/DSC03701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PVSqL9chybYb_9hBCl4SBw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClgTgSPJI/AAAAAAAABAA/yJRiNE_0cvg/s400/DSC03703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few shots to get you all to do an AWWWWW.... moment. Go on ahead, it's perfectly okay. I'll go get a drink while you guys do that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zKn-ofKoTfqsDhw-xrkdkA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Clibqa3PI/AAAAAAAABAE/P9cRhpzUBlU/s400/DSC03704.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feh, they're still in business I see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MigHa_fTv9MQxS20xB6R7A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CllmsaW_I/AAAAAAAABAI/Y_mIK68B2Bw/s400/DSC03705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving Great World City now. Those high-rise buildings weren't there when I was still a Primary School kid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3HTPJ6RiaRAhXZdWwfZ2Tg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClrsFWC5I/AAAAAAAABAU/GAFyRs5ga4E/s400/DSC03707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parting shot. I used to come here a lot during my Primary School days. They sold one of the best Chicken Rice I've ever eaten AND the card shop was awesome. My visit there today brought back a lot of ghostly images of the past. I could almost see ghostly images of the kiddy version of me running around the center being a nuisance. Oh, I almost forgot. I never told you why I decided to carry out this activity, didn't I? Well, I guess I was feeling nostalgic but for the most part, I just wanted to quieten myself down and a long walk normally sets my mind in peace. Of course, there's that added bonus of remembering what I was like as a kid....Yeah, I'm definitely coming back here soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0Pri7kUsmmwOHksBbuJZfQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClvsvkT1I/AAAAAAAABAY/G3LXwWNejxw/s400/DSC03708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This will be really relevant to Kenny and me. Remember where this is, Kenny? This was the old school I used to study at in my Primary School days before the school changed location.It was also the place where I first met Kenny(we first met on the school bus actually but...whatever).They've furnished the building a bit but it's still fairly recognizable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7vxvBUlkembU_qGnxLiojg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cly-geajI/AAAAAAAABAc/9G7E_nv4H5Q/s400/DSC03709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That used to be our cafeteria but we called it Canteen A during those days. They sold the usuals. Curry Chicken Rice, Prawn Noodles. The usual stuff. They sold Pepsi Blue during a period of time but the Principal banned it because...well...maybe it was harmful? I mean, tongues turning blue DOES indicate something bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QEM0qlRuTRec6ZdLjjaGsw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cl1xKkZRI/AAAAAAAABAk/LmKwlBPP640/s400/DSC03710.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That greenery there used to be our soccer field. I went there a lot during my Primary 5 years (Grade 4) to play Soccer and yes, I used to play soccer. Never really enjoyed it though. Was more of a way to pass time. That pathway-looking thingy there in the middle of the field was our track. Was pretty shabby from what I remembered of it. Once, during a physical fitness test where we had to run 1.6km, I was...well...not VERY physically fit and got chased around the track by a teacher just because I refused to run. The teacher was whacking at me with a wooden ruler and squirting me with his water bottle. That teacher was Mr Aloysius Loh, by the way (meant for Kenny). I walked around the field a bit and recalled some sweet and warm memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was running then, I think there were some girls cheering me on. I think I was supposedly popular then (that was after you left, Kenny. Someone had to take your place as Mr Popular ;) ) but that all happened approximately 5-6 months before my hell began...I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K7Vf6VGeytBLE7TgD08few?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cl5lVoTpI/AAAAAAAABAo/REKfGxFAl3c/s400/DSC03711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what the building's used for now. Now then, if you'll pardon me, I think I'll be sneaking in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't think I was allowed to enter into the compound but in the end, couldn't resist^^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-2GCD_023KmkNWUxRxr0iA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cl9xauWxI/AAAAAAAABAs/603qtu5i_fw/s400/DSC03712.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a pathway here now. Back then, it used to be this GIANT drain area. There was also an iguana living there back then. When rumors of the Iguana arose, it began a massive hunt for the iguana among the Primary 1 and 3 students. It was an extremely popular topic back then. I was Primary 1 then and yes, I hunted for the iguana throughout the whole year during my recess times. Spent all my time hunting for it instead of eating which was why I was extremely bony then hahah. I caught site of the iguana thrice I think. That was before you came along, Kenny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-FJuhSnfKb9MVMe-zKocyQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmB7ypyzI/AAAAAAAABAw/0qmNE7xikzQ/s400/DSC03713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold on, I'll give you guys a closer look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UK_LGDUi7CTmjllTyPWgsQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmGf9LJAI/AAAAAAAABA0/qRX-20P8C9Q/s400/DSC03714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R0i4cEKI3htbD3Wka2ZsQw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmKA1DKjI/AAAAAAAABA4/ZgcDwYjAxlI/s400/DSC03715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where the car park is now used to be where the basketball courts (2 of them) were. This was where we assembled EVERY single morning to sing the National Anthem before the start of school hours (and do those eye exercises that were absolutely useless).Back then, Kenny and I and our bunch of friends spent the half an hour before assembly in the library playing Scrabble, Upwords and building towers with the Upwords tiles when we got bored of the game. We really just wanted to stay out of the sun then. Either that or we played one of those hand games under those trees there. Fun times, fun times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/db8Zd0U-Alcv-pJLkKoj1g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmNHh0QWI/AAAAAAAABA8/XJLbTWfsk84/s400/DSC03716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH!Infiltration successful! This here was where our school bus waited for us after school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/prfpPzT_oNWxeCzl3t-7yg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmRpCsnPI/AAAAAAAABBA/0sI5c55oW64/s400/DSC03717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WCsih3qV65iRibE65RbFkA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmVr8IpYI/AAAAAAAABBE/d3jQww3C3Vg/s400/DSC03718.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used to be just plain classrooms for us. No air-conditioning, fans only and when the bees came, we all freaked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4MWHFPzNzx7xzLMafQ9f4Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmZHfEU_I/AAAAAAAABBI/pyRVYKF3pPI/s400/DSC03719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This used to be a garden. I remember that during Primary 5, our class was tasked to take care of a potted plant. The thing died a few weeks later because we watered it too much. We virtually flooded the whole pot with water every single time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GVKSFelTyPkXO2m-Fmzpaw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cmaq4kiCI/AAAAAAAABBM/ww7mJ-JiWXw/s400/DSC03720.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This used to be our Dental Office. Once a year, a student will be dragged out of class and be sent to this office where the murderous(and totally not sexy) dentist resided in. The door would close with a hollow thump and the drills will start working themselves in your mouth. It doesn't matter how much blood is spilled. Your teeth must be clean. Yeah, I had a few horrifying experiences in there myself. Nurse was horrible! No candies for us either!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VbhyHDDTYIiOXnJjfY1mHw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmdAFJZEI/AAAAAAAABBQ/VtdarUmlaDA/s400/DSC03723.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This here used to be a closed off garden. It had a pond in it and that's the main reason why the garden was locked. A few years ago, a git thought it would be awesome if he could show everyone in the school how good he was in swimming. He found the pond. He invited his whole class there. He jumped into the pond and swam. Everyone clapped. He went home a hero. His mum caned him for being dripping wet. The mum called and complained to the school. Garden was locked henceforth. Bloody idiot... There was also a school rumor that a tortoise god lived in there and the Primary 1s would throw their 1 cent coins into the garden to see if anything would happen. Nah, I didn't. I wasn't given any money then and had homemade boxed lunches instead. We managed to sneak into the garden around Primary 5 and found the Tortoise God. It was a normal tortoise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H5g29Y8rtgOUCt0rHLhwQg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmgcHVXoI/AAAAAAAABBY/kd7_2ewobVc/s400/DSC03724.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While this used to be the garden with the pond, the area further out used to be a giant coop with chickens in it. The school thought it would be an interesting experience for us all. We'd all go down to the coop during recess and eventually, someone came up with the idea to feed the chickens. We threw a piece of curry chicken in. No response. We threw in veggies and the chickens nipped em up. We ran out of money and finally, resorted to throwing bits and pieces of grass and leaves into the coop. The chickens still ate it and a few days later, one died of constipation. We were all banned from the coop then. Some of us still visited the coop secretly but that all ended when SARS came and the chickens were transported away from the school. Girls went back to making skipping ropes with rubber bands. Boys went back to playing flag eraser, which was a banned game because someone started selling em erasers to students and the school staff disapproved of that. Some of us played marbles after that and the same story repeated itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0tY--9iruWUiFXdIaVhCGw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cmk8TSulI/AAAAAAAABBc/XIgnFgWV2Ew/s400/DSC03725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS was where I and my friends used to play during our Primary 5 year. We called it Mt. Teihou (I named it actually) and we always used to play Adventure here. Good fun. There was once when we spotted an iguana here one day and ran the hell away. Later, we named the iguana, Wilfred or something. Yes, I named it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/675auYO6EF9Jr9JxnIEhPA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmsNfeKXI/AAAAAAAABBg/xpRXc9pOGqA/s400/DSC03726.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the exact place where we saw the iguana. There used to be a hole here which the iguana had crawled into. Guess they covered it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DDQmb6nBPldA9xQ4wVq6qw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CmwI40HvI/AAAAAAAABBk/D37FuVKEJC8/s400/DSC03727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is another clearing for students to play in. Loads of tag played here back then. Hmm...we didn't have those archery things back then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IDtYGyM3A9xpt5n9q4_oyA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cmy6o0k6I/AAAAAAAABBo/1a9cG05Lm9Q/s400/DSC03728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind all that plant used to be where Canteen B was. They sold Sportade here (which I turned to after Pepsi Blue got banned) and incredible Laksa. I think the laksa was what got me fat in the end....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1h7pM7-eSiA1phni1wlTLw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cm264-miI/AAAAAAAABBs/yW8QKcOwQQE/s400/DSC03729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This used to be where the students would go to talk and chat about video games. I hardly ever came here though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BYXh1D5TJLaP7l4a2uZvqQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cm67T8j7I/AAAAAAAABBw/Fq8Vh-2_Yy8/s400/DSC03730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This corner used to be where the flies or whatever they were gathered. You could see a swarm of em gathering around here and as such, everyone avoided this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5WPwRoEZyy9_eUETn-LFog?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CnNBzupMI/AAAAAAAABB4/rgp-Nwd06V4/s400/DSC03732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this is where the basketball court went... Well, it used to be a tennis court. Nah, I didn't come here often either back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7fKyNpuvufVfuc0ajOYo5w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cnacu81eI/AAAAAAAABCA/14w4-W0ep6A/s400/DSC03734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the far left, there used to be this gigantic giant tree. Students never really visit it but it's one of my prime hiding spots during a game of hide-and-seek(the toilets were prime hiding spots too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1ydeqvGa4RAUrFGd13Y1cQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cny94mf2I/AAAAAAAABCM/k9nOp5fHGZI/s400/DSC03738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There used to be a something that looked like a grave here. It was a rock the size of your leg and had red markings on it. Someone started a rumor about it being haunted and thus, it was a popular spot to visit during break time (among the primary 1s that is...). We all used to poke the stone with a stick or we'd dare each other to step on the rock and see if anything happened. Also, the iguana(the one in the drain) was mainly spotted near the rock and we all thought they were both connected to each other. The iguana became THE iguana and I think we all assumed it was a guardian or something. The whole thing came to an end when a teacher found a shedded snake skin there and everyone was banned...either that or they were too scared to go there anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5jVGhLtgC_RPc-PQz2xTJA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cn2ygSLlI/AAAAAAAABCQ/B2ViCaqpHls/s400/DSC03739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This walkway was where we used to wait for teachers to come bring us to our extra classes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/52gXc9FYWd1rflT-RDWudQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CoA3lxChI/AAAAAAAABCc/9XY4yt4HP1c/s400/DSC03741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And THIS place used to be where the monkey bars were located.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ejOQBdh6C81qNO6GGyAMfg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CoGrHUKgI/AAAAAAAABCg/UGSGYpousFc/s400/DSC03742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yE4JvNyxtO15aUmSNbk7cQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CoRAYvkKI/AAAAAAAABCk/FLFaWeX2Nfo/s400/DSC03743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This slope was popular back in the days because people would come and challenge themselves to see if they could reach the top. Those who did were...exalted? Those who didn't...I don't wanna even remember what happened to them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8uuIMoQfnOwGKiSXiCvTmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CoU6rgWaI/AAAAAAAABCo/jYUDQaAhj8E/s400/DSC03744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was where our extra classes took place. Sorry, can't get in. Was locked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FoRcJYQHh49GHKfdaZzwKg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CodEnKiHI/AAAAAAAABCs/jwo9cWwAnok/s400/DSC03746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember a friend drop his soccer ball into the drain here before. He went down there to pick it up himself and...wasn't able to climb out. Had to get a teacher and shit happened after that. To him, not me. I DID try to warn him after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wlqRARfANnDH5xWaH0o9IA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Coltv41VI/AAAAAAAABCw/hWoCRDL2QNg/s400/DSC03747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our base camp during our Adventure games XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5S3hkk789_w04bNky6kkag?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Comq6F6yI/AAAAAAAABC0/SEsb960yBC8/s400/DSC03748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was where the toilets used to be at. Stunk to high heavens. Hated it whenever I had to answer the call of nature in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZKmveLpGKpvcbhDIYBO2Mg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Corwch0wI/AAAAAAAABC4/F6zHhCohBF8/s400/DSC03749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corridor to Canteen B. The notice board was located here back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HAtzzHQotbJ99-jAUa7Hgw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CowiFniqI/AAAAAAAABC8/WLoVFXO8BlA/s400/DSC03750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A better look at what the building where our extra classes were held looked like. It was really old and creepy. We held our Charity Bazaar here once and my group sold those powder bottle things. We ran out of bottles in the end and tried to sell the powder. We advertised and suggested that you could throw the powder at your friend's face for the fun of it. Teachers got wind of it and we were forced to close shop right when business was getting good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3I5ffvBeTNU-pPV1GXbg1A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Co8fhYqNI/AAAAAAAABDE/WZOCxii0FaQ/s400/DSC03752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, time to show you all the new building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/U6Dwtrat2b4IS0aOEerB8w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpAWIUQTI/AAAAAAAABDI/sp_rDsX71cs/s400/DSC03753.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is. This was where I spent the beginning of my hell. Loads of bad memories here. I could still hear my own cries when I walked past here. Yeah, loads of bad memories...Sorry, I won't be able to go in there. Gates were locked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GJN8tzPpWLxDhe-Gnsgd3g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpDKWBVnI/AAAAAAAABDM/XBoRSK--2kw/s400/DSC03754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-mqdBY7QDzKenf8HZaEXUg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpKZHWVQI/AAAAAAAABDQ/E1-8UGGsvw8/s400/DSC03755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JH-feYq0BzEXObLmP-OvrA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpO0dXf-I/AAAAAAAABDU/xBYmmftfFRA/s400/DSC03756.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DWgkfslVYdTTTxVPPlHQ9w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpSTMeQ3I/AAAAAAAABDY/ZFqggjtu1qY/s400/DSC03757.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was where I usually alight and board the school bus. Bus rides were fun back then. We either fought or we played Yugioh. My archnemesis on the bus back then was a boy called Karl Tan. Enemies for 5 long years. I remember that there was once when he sat down on me on the bus to make fun of me and I repaid his efforts with a large hard bite onto his arm. He cried and yelled. I was hauled away to the teacher's room. The rest after that was history. I think that should provide a bit of insight as to what kind of a kid I was back then ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ffNFHcqXc__KepcanDwGNA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpVuOMb0I/AAAAAAAABDc/UFpleww8y74/s400/DSC03758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typical....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Eg7ElNjFvGXxgJ_WsJIE6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpaduGVhI/AAAAAAAABDg/-3LdB-ieG5E/s400/DSC03759.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, off to Liang Court. More and more memories came back to me as I revisited my old school. Both bad and good. I still wasn't able to remember what kind of a person I was back then but I think I have a clearer impression now. The me back then was probably a much better person than I am now. Yes, I was naive and kind back then but in a way, I think I was a normal boy back then. Not like now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mkrH95R1XjY3dRsBzF8syg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpdeiZf3I/AAAAAAAABDk/hBXoYIVglbQ/s400/DSC03760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, we're looking for shop houses! Once we see shop houses, we should be near Liang Court!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fPBBqt-qpiX7xnlXTKVo6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpfV7WiMI/AAAAAAAABDo/SlfRKFhT4oE/s400/DSC03761.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's weird...Where ARE the shop houses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YfStJBHiLfH_sA74-52sCg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpiXyyWlI/AAAAAAAABDs/xXFG_QM7QyI/s400/DSC03762.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe, I've taken a wrong turn?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/47225rLLIv8d3WlnUPGzdQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpkMvPFmI/AAAAAAAABDw/tk7n8UKa5kg/s400/DSC03763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAMEN! Maybe I shou- (&lt;i&gt;Don't you even think about it...) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7wxcYrSRpsULl4nv3awXnA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpmJELNaI/AAAAAAAABD0/Z3KqZAZid3I/s400/DSC03764.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, I think we made a wrong turn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WNJj60y0e8z-FaMzdf3j9A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpnksYZLI/AAAAAAAABD4/lP4oR81s0vQ/s400/DSC03765.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........HOLY CRAP, WHERE THE HELL AM I!?!?!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cpDIB-PX9H410gK_lEAmnQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cpqo_iATI/AAAAAAAABEA/qezHR42QJa8/s400/DSC03766.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't recognize this place at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oyd8aG8mIRou24je6r3cmQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CpuNdxyPI/AAAAAAAABEE/m8nn0-kUvDc/s400/DSC03767.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, backtrack, backtrack!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4sLpsuJtSz-8MWoKqnZyjg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cpwya0kYI/AAAAAAAABEI/eW5-xWeUWwA/s400/DSC03768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN, ramen stall was closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J71wbnv1uwIzHkIOccQS7g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cp10Xl-7I/AAAAAAAABEQ/0QJ6ONXkVNQ/s400/DSC03769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh shit, I'm definitely lost now...Where ARE my shop houses!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/23Nx5PxRtByP1oJApSx_lA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cp7WliuPI/AAAAAAAABEU/vBj0MB0wIbA/s400/DSC03770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait...OH YES! I think I see my landmark!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IMYPxkda_cVb74lYRO2_bw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cp_D-umVI/AAAAAAAABEY/T4K5NOCpJwg/s400/DSC03771.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait...then shouldn't the shop houses be here? Or have they renovated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0SWqgQjAzdFEmndtcTvS8g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqDOiqZII/AAAAAAAABEc/rigAr5Zb88M/s400/DSC03772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They couldn't have been demolished now...could they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vqXPPKmydNeyoO2fn5ohHw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqK8dNirI/AAAAAAAABEo/ZOLQaFC8Xn4/s400/DSC03775.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit, out of water. I'm in trouble now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-wpQNv3D0qsQmpJPlc_oBg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqF8t-ZII/AAAAAAAABEg/4OG514N2nX0/s400/DSC03773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe these are the ones? Hmm...they shouldn't be here at all. Hey wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jN7p_8xSqLVGBMnSVzigRQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqIeq2RrI/AAAAAAAABEk/HPrdQZ-kSCo/s400/DSC03774.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! A REST STOP! Time to get drinks and ask for directions! &gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IsyuSlUOZS0mIrTdWi9f4Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqWzOKGwI/AAAAAAAABE4/LM2LadE86SY/s400/DSC03779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Well, I have't drank this for a year...so no harm done...right? On a side note, it cost about 3 bucks and the cashier had no idea where Liang Court is Q_Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W0NxjDeceqXkE5OWGP-gGA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqNkA1a3I/AAAAAAAABEs/cPxHrdwWQBY/s400/DSC03776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES! Landmark reached! Now where WERE the shop houses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-0FbCMISeBf_DLlfheM1ew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqQ1JxhLI/AAAAAAAABEw/bJUWKuUCiLE/s400/DSC03777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, that orange thing looks familiar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rUdesPKzNKMd7T-7oFGj5Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqUHLAotI/AAAAAAAABE0/nRmcPRejZTE/s400/DSC03778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shop houses...couldn't be this...could they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/C6fLK4gQ0BXyg-LlYK1hQg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqduRn7mI/AAAAAAAABE8/IpxUm5pjUho/s400/DSC03781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shopping center? Weird, I never knew there was one here. A detour is in order, I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qaF32UlgpCVZHJvcVm4o0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqhO7mPvI/AAAAAAAABFE/WBlACulNtVM/s400/DSC03782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering the mall, my resilience was dealt a heavy blow by the tempting aroma and...THIS was the culprit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jn49l9veX-c6Yl8fIjhdxQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cqm6_qO6I/AAAAAAAABFM/CHdx2nvp6bc/s400/DSC03784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait, so there was a Cold Storage here all along!? DAMN, the coke in 7/11 is supposedly more expensive than the one sold in Cold Storage which means...DAMN!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XAZXHKOKuMub2KlzWeFTVQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cqpu7vraI/AAAAAAAABFQ/i4GRS1uadFs/s400/DSC03787.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA cute lil kiddos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jdvLwFCWvpBNXUKaohH33g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqrAFIETI/AAAAAAAABFU/GSt1-dU-UVM/s400/DSC03789.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love the name of this place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cYb13_dnWg8R2_RGAdgcQQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cqta06bOI/AAAAAAAABFY/enCSVoweLLA/s400/DSC03790.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9nssvm1NeUqctItbAQWAfA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqwiGlieI/AAAAAAAABFc/nbNfIPfBN-U/s400/DSC03792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D'AWWWW. More cute kiddos... and they were in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ya6pfrlaVdSyXx2EozptrQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CqzNZXfKI/AAAAAAAABFg/vv2ntA6Z_-w/s400/DSC03793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Gym?What the....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cJote-g5SVtfr5taq-KyIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cq24M7-eI/AAAAAAAABFk/VjOy7uV77Gg/s400/DSC03794.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only my stomach was emptier...urgh...Delifrance, forgive me, m'dear fraulein *Sob*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BM5hh1joItLdewjY8sO_VA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cq6kh3K1I/AAAAAAAABFo/kZHtjV4CH2Y/s400/DSC03795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kk, enough detours. Back onto the road...hold on, tis a familiar sight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s-C4TDW15Sh4X_zMfKuwHw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cq9y_7nMI/AAAAAAAABFs/IqjpwmJoccY/s400/DSC03796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8DIRGHitn-p_8xj2KFlAPg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrCr1Yn4I/AAAAAAAABFw/L5F7Iqf5W1Q/s400/DSC03797.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey...wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/80cpL0pi243oAwTGKeonkA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrGVq4_7I/AAAAAAAABF0/7Pv_87T-xMg/s400/DSC03798.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH, those were the shop houses I was looking for! Wait..then... *turns around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FTwhsFTyCiPS2jnco_Ae5Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrIFSX8-I/AAAAAAAABF4/RQsPEseLQAU/s400/DSC03799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it be...? 0_0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dmFL1IrwPZ0eeuVpEDC7Yw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrOYwc4qI/AAAAAAAABGA/6CW1n10jl90/s400/DSC03801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a Hindu temple back there by the way. Yeah, I know this shot's random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CisZt8J41imwxUY_ZsPF-Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrQBoLNrI/AAAAAAAABGE/a3e83zWvmd4/s400/DSC03802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could it be!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qEAmiYC0DlG8JC5aIZ5C8Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrVbgLJxI/AAAAAAAABGI/N4KdtBzs_v0/s400/DSC03803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohohoho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AH9FMAem-QBPCLdt2pRx4g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrkaPcSWI/AAAAAAAABGg/b1rGen_ZLlc/s400/DSC03808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This leads to Fort Canning Park I think. Will be visiting there on my next exploration ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8jtfNgEjTSEv15HCuxatxg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Crd8JQArI/AAAAAAAABGU/sFiv110tY8g/s400/DSC03805.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l-jsnn4nKXFfXwosOIMGpw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrgJNdNxI/AAAAAAAABGY/yanwl-ZsXpg/s400/DSC03806.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gPB_NqbJF8cbD58mIerbiQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CrmsCtZXI/AAAAAAAABGk/p1ijAj9cRPA/s400/DSC03809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEEEESSSS!!!!!! Finally, having been lost for an hour and a half, we've finally found it! THE JAPAN HAVEN!(without the anime) *dashes in*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/utm8Yb_uUD5qiWvvPi3Esw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cs7k5V5wI/AAAAAAAABIs/JRBJn2T6EwA/s400/DSC03844.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That place over there used to be where my Primary school held their swimming lessons. Now...well, you can see for yourself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e8Jpgvp3D4c0E8hPeokw3w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CruhWmaBI/AAAAAAAABGw/4O1tLVNdZVQ/s400/DSC03812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the layout =) Lots of changes since the last time I've been here which was like...8-9 years ago?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yjzPUkKEisYeUcA4K-JQmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CryTmkVFI/AAAAAAAABG0/TMxitvX0hdc/s400/DSC03814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, banned from Subway. Spent TOO much on it last month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W6hV7EpZSuBIDnclNAk5pw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cr08r6wnI/AAAAAAAABG4/nYOToilMI4Y/s400/DSC03815.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN YOU! I'll get back the money you cheated out of me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-wGyXiwpR62I1rCEud_E9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsCVciaCI/AAAAAAAABHE/DzuZaW7Qdpo/s400/DSC03818.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basement. Used to be a deserted food court here. Glad to see they've revamped the place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TYf2SKKDhm3cPYmdG6kCeQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsF0ipQ5I/AAAAAAAABHI/QJ6gWEaeHPU/s400/DSC03819.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tamdodo Restaurant. Wait..WHAT!? 10 bucks for a friggin DON!? I take that back. The revamp sucks! Give me back my cheap food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c4vhQIQEF_z9dFwD-K7vZw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsIQ_svsI/AAAAAAAABHM/63BElC82cNY/s400/DSC03820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving the design but the joint looks...awfully suspicious...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Eccnm3Ynz7pco1I-0hVGOA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsLARr6pI/AAAAAAAABHQ/u2gWbEMruw4/s400/DSC03821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh god, I loved to flowery smell coming out of this shop that I stayed around and texted my friend just so that I have an excuse to keep on standing around there. Yes, I do like flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KJ964hCsR9tiIB29j7Sy4w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsN9Ed8lI/AAAAAAAABHU/0EAIjSTgKy4/s400/DSC03822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this place used to be a video stall which sold VCDs or DVDs that were imported from Japan and yes, those include Anime too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5kTjot_M_uvG-8wjfr_SIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsP07NeQI/AAAAAAAABHY/0g5S6Ct1HLg/s400/DSC03823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wow, they've remodeled the food place here too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3DtYTOpooXzElme-5SN18Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsRrR2M1I/AAAAAAAABHg/OyMIJynEe80/s400/DSC03824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAH! Japanese curry! I was able to take a picture from here but when I went closer to take a picture of the menu, that nerdy-looking woman stopped me. Tch. AS IF not taking a picture of your menu would attract more customers for you! I'm like advertising your stall on MY blog and you turn me away? So be it you ungrateful lil....ARGH The price for a curry rice set was about $13.80 by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W2of8IZEI-QmPaP2hV1z8g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsU7li6tI/AAAAAAAABHo/QDF_q_gsjy0/s400/DSC03826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't expect me to eat the food at your stall in the future, curry rice lady! I'm taking my business to Bishamon, like I've always had! HMPH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j4uyei8eka0ONXGIX__ljQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsTB0NotI/AAAAAAAABHk/2BQOuk-dhdo/s400/DSC03825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost cried when I saw this. Meidi-Ya. Loads of beautiful memories here and this was also where I first met a certain little  Japanese girl who I became friends with over the years and still am in contact with. Nostalgic, ain't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/My5tqmLNeoRVam8U1VL39Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsWMpIz4I/AAAAAAAABHs/gyMxjdm8OVU/s400/DSC03827.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This supermarket sells a lot of Japanese foodstuff that have to be imported. It's where loads of Japanese housewives buy their groceries. You might be interested, Sherly ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Rk_lyvpUBfwH37TBC-ti3g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsXVWZH3I/AAAAAAAABHw/3iRQzyFpSgM/s400/DSC03828.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, I love that sign post so much that I had to snap a picture of it. Got a problem? &gt;=/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2f6-OQsMq1DVf4FhJT9LkQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsZcgayHI/AAAAAAAABH0/5ST9t4INsFU/s400/DSC03829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See? Told you so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bC6FMcRZNcagR8o-i0MyPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsbAeuzKI/AAAAAAAABH4/44lIgq4oZLU/s400/DSC03830.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...should I...or should I not? ARgh, the temptation's killing me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K16RMbsZQLe61vJZNbuFOQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsiiYDAqI/AAAAAAAABIE/IVewSKP62kM/s400/DSC03833.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the exact place where I met that certain lil girl and the TV was also showing Doraemon then too ^^. I think there was one time when I fought with a kid here...because he insisted that I took his place when he clearly had just arrived. The damn brat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/o6mYY7v31gya5Mqs2TCKIw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsdyY-MgI/AAAAAAAABH8/7Pyp3p2PWaQ/s400/DSC03831.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! ...Wait a minute...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Og8dkJ6traFOOEJswAqhlg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Csffvh89I/AAAAAAAABIA/u7ii5ie8b2I/s400/DSC03832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I got conned out of 1 buck...........SEVEN ELEVEEEEEENNNN!!!!!!! D8&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bSbwGSQuRYJgkDUlTyDyHA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Csk1caLgI/AAAAAAAABII/LtaGc6DIuDo/s400/DSC03834.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back onto the ground floor. Now, the shops over there weren't there when I first visited. It was an event square back then. The last time I came here was to participate in a Beyblade tournament (those Japanese top toys which was a major fad back then) and I made it to the 2nd round where I lost to a friggin turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1ffhv41If90CBrWlf6SdVQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsoYqbv6I/AAAAAAAABIQ/c39Mr_b4FPU/s400/DSC03836.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This here used to be that...err..Rainforest shop/restaurant thingamajig. I came here after getting kicked out of the Beyblade tournament and saw that the TV was showing the Pokemon Lugia movie. Watched the movie play itself twice before my mum came for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JIl4M2f9Gg-tQ5VWXnND_Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsqPn_ShI/AAAAAAAABIU/mzeTiZEyX48/s400/DSC03837.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this customer service place used to be where the Rainforest Gorilla mascot stood. Was a robot constantly banging on his chests with occasional smokes and mists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f6ElGO5i6MhJLFOOdPpEuQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CssuqSuRI/AAAAAAAABIY/dmAgvEuQUAo/s400/DSC03838.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were DEFINITELY not there back then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c5r2V4F1DG_yNNRPr4TYSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CsxEnjYbI/AAAAAAAABIg/SP4IOUu0e9Y/s400/DSC03840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH OH! Okonomiyaki! Must try it one of these days X3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XZ8AhxbccEIpmLKAnLRmpg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CszUKEhxI/AAAAAAAABIk/9Et0l0DrlLs/s400/DSC03842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I should bring my mum to eat here someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/K-Ww_akX3SqUxsN_BklCUg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cs2D5vltI/AAAAAAAABLk/rqc8y4wsKhc/s400/DSC03843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, cmon! The food's bound to be GOOD with this thing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GsZoJSIDPI3bZopBwLhxYA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtE60V1YI/AAAAAAAABI0/At4qZaoqH3E/s400/DSC03846.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OHH Gelare! Temptation rising again...On the main note, these weren't here either back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M2BemnXO0hh41yHhFrCW-w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtHZudPxI/AAAAAAAABI8/SSnCz_v6N2s/s400/DSC03847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/D310Serrea0d0ECAnxFxEg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtKcPVokI/AAAAAAAABJA/B4vnlEb3_BE/s400/DSC03848.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More places I should try out one of these days. Anyone wanna join up with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9yhJLxi-vvOU51w7hvB7Qw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtOSWkxHI/AAAAAAAABJE/D8FhMR7pAd0/s400/DSC03849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1...10 BUCKS!?What kind of value meal is that!? Wait no...rather...WHERE'S THE "VALUE" IN THE "VALUE MEAL"!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8M_PRjctgTSXZ6szEsVG7Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtQutXdsI/AAAAAAAABJM/GPEXEpNC9nA/s400/DSC03850.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2REW01Bp1ZknZlS9z7qecA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtTqBuJGI/AAAAAAAABJQ/YQ1MBo5qA8k/s400/DSC03852.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA the new Beyblade era. How nostalgic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/d_CwdH02B_har1hko2paTA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtWRAIFkI/AAAAAAAABJU/TijjdjyQmOk/s400/DSC03858.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!!!! O_O* I think I'll make a detour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dSwOnFkxz4c85UE9v9A_6g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtY7GZJqI/AAAAAAAABJY/V6pKape-x54/s400/DSC03859.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm not supposed to be taking pictures here but... ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like the Kinokuniya here. The smell's so different and calming that I could probably sleep here for the night! Anyway, this here's a heavy load of JUMP! magazines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8BO1GApQqWpXo9h_9ZIIbw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Ctbizdf5I/AAAAAAAABJc/BSS9dy1vd_I/s400/DSC03860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone know what anime or manga this is? The design's caught my eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nAqypltPiOgOMOBhsEZzBA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtemSpRtI/AAAAAAAABJg/lxvlnZjTnjw/s400/DSC03861.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh Pandora Hearts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s-_vjtheyeY3vbKHTH8mSA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtgzTVJII/AAAAAAAABJk/imrAxBTYb4A/s400/DSC03862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...THIS isn't what you're thinking! I wasn't planning to buy this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ntZU3TLJgouL6fWsBv5BaQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Ctkdo18lI/AAAAAAAABJo/ATp40AolwnI/s400/DSC03863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See anything familiar, Sherly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3rlDx2Wrg8tF2XfNSRl74Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtqMEXI4I/AAAAAAAABJw/qmzA93o_OH8/s400/DSC03865.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, isn't that a dolfie house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7fKLR8BPDaQQCfLm5G04RA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cts1nZr3I/AAAAAAAABJ0/btJzKM1yhng/s400/DSC03866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These things still creep me out... *snaps a picture and runs away before shopkeeper notices*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RVYP-E7P1k0aW933afOOWA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CtwdfAG7I/AAAAAAAABJ4/FHIxKjMtiAg/s400/DSC03867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then, time to head home! (&lt;i&gt;Definitely.With all the mischief you've caused...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/t4x4PBlsl4ldNSy1goSvyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Ct2IwinII/AAAAAAAABKA/9AR4JgojnPc/s400/DSC03869.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behind Liang Court is this. The whatever it is River. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uVtMGNsTDtyJHo1IlKscuw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Ct5SdGGSI/AAAAAAAABKE/lm4ImDg8vMo/s400/DSC03870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the other side is where Chinatown is. I'm thinking of taking the boat on my next exploration. Anyone wanna come along? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_tyIF4TlwC9bzD_ruxAFng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Ct9uTTblI/AAAAAAAABKI/-vR3D7lXw9k/s400/DSC03871.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R--8XgyFBTpp9cSISgrAMg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Ct_x3M0HI/AAAAAAAABKQ/-FVtHTqpYtA/s400/DSC03872.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a few random shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1QdxM9mrtuxwcCgjaDafzw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CuD2lk_nI/AAAAAAAABKU/yxlGB2hmsps/s400/DSC03873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, I was right. Chinatown IS on the other side. Won't be going there today though. Have had enough for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1QdxM9mrtuxwcCgjaDafzw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CuD2lk_nI/AAAAAAAABKU/yxlGB2hmsps/s400/DSC03873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it wouldn't hurt to look around on the other side for a bit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-eAv3-fV3jOah4QjbvpFZA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CuQpexB6I/AAAAAAAABKk/uD5Mny0DIzY/s400/DSC03877.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN!They're everywhere!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6Gdw70Mg48reLdAFGaM-nA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CuTRSySVI/AAAAAAAABKo/XfWmLl3BzzU/s400/DSC03878.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I really wanna take a boat now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/c2o7hUJdgSgknJi-So1Lbg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CuV8CP2wI/AAAAAAAABKs/vTLyDolukGY/s400/DSC03879.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna sit down and take a breather...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RCfP8WJKJH4tO0YPrrM8RA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CukxnRctI/AAAAAAAABK0/xnGpume2rtY/s400/DSC03881.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm...what if someone pushes me down from here.......Alright, time to get up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vQXNemCuQDWE_gOxeknRmw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CupMxFqzI/AAAAAAAABK4/83n1iGPL7WY/s400/DSC03882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww, beautiful! Gotta see the real thing one day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/beCNuZDR8dWHtZkB4uG3BQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CuwTWK_8I/AAAAAAAABLA/7yY05khmiqE/s400/DSC03884.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEMPTATION!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zExerd043B1V0v3o7KF0Fw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CuyqevAEI/AAAAAAAABLE/gCUkEBZ1BM0/s400/DSC03885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, I'd rather do another confession than to go up on that thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/che9VkkXnzxwVF7jMgolQg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cu3vv4JBI/AAAAAAAABLI/Jo0MS9lK_ew/s400/DSC03886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Righto, time to head home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YMBWf0qhlOZzxk3XEIdfyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8Cu9eHkwuI/AAAAAAAABLQ/EclF9QcLts4/s400/DSC03889.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be coming after you next, FORT CANNING PARK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QtYcr56PjSc8y6P0ANRpjg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8CvDUqSIaI/AAAAAAAABLY/AVj7XrwcSmU/s400/DSC03890.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Adventure01?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Adventure 01&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, my adventure ends here for today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've recalled a lot of things. Both happy and sad ones. I think the most important revelation to me today...is how far I've come since the day I ran away from Indonesia. I've managed to pick up English in a matter of 2 years and adapt to the Singaporean lifestyle within a few months. Looking back, I think I've come a long way. Dealing with that many obstacles was by no means, not an easy task. Not that my life until now's the hardest in the whole wide world but I take pride in the fact that it hasn't been easy. It just shows that despite of how weird or how much of an Irregular I am to the world, I'm still special and strong in my own ways. I'm still skilled in my own ways. For example, I can see the world for what it truly is but still stick to my principles. I can help people without asking them for help in return and recently, I found out that I was able to refuse an offer of a good friend due to the fact that it had the potential in dragging me into a second Fall. Games aren't really what's important now. I may suck at a lot of things but in return, I gain skills in area no normal human beings have. I can see into things much more easily than others and I can also see what's important in the current situation faster than most people. My skills do not dwell on the physical world but rather, in the world of my own mind. I may suck at real world things but I think the skills of my mind will be able to help me get up to speed. I might not win that Korean in anything but that doesn't mean I suck. Nature flows in many different ways and even if I lose that battle, I'm convinced I haven't lost the battle that will decide all yet. I'll fight and I'll lose. It's stupid but worth going through. I learn, I grow stronger and will be strong enough to take on the same challenge in the future. I think I now know what Ms Dietrich meant when she said I was special. I can't explain it very well but...I rock in my own ways. There was never a need for me to blend in or fit in. People can smoke, drink or screw around but I won't allow myself to. I don't have any space or time to screw up. Heck, this isn't the first time I'm defining the status quo. If I end up alone in the end, sure. Hell, I've been..no..WE'VE been Irregulars for close to 6 years now and we're already used to it. So bugger off if you're trying to drag me into the crowd because chances are, I won't.Too much are at stake for my case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not as confident as I want to be yet but this is enough. I just need to confidence to keep walking down the road and I believe I've achieved that degree of self-confidence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the adventure of today ended, I felt as if I shook hands with a kiddy me from back then. The me that perished so long ago on that day. I might not be able to return to being that awesome kid I was back then but that doesn't mean I have to. I'll continue to grow in my own way. Thus, today, I reconciled with my past and I think I feel a little more like the old me. A naive idiot and a strong person.Now to mend some bonds back to the way that it SHOULD be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;CASE CLOSED &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-3332186357787883313?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3332186357787883313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/report-1142010-explore-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3332186357787883313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3332186357787883313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/report-1142010-explore-1.html' title='Report: 11/4/2010 Explore 1'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S8ClEg0RsiI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vxqN9Ga7BZI/s72-c/DSC03688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8874646159664060842</id><published>2010-04-02T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T14:22:23.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good...Morning! Ha...Ha....Ha...^^U&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don't ask why I'm still up. I'm not. I just woke up and decided to type up something here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went for a walk around East Coast Park today. Forgot how long the journey there really is but it wasn't a day too badly spent, I guess. No, I did not try out the bikes and no, I didn't try out the roller-blades. Not after that crash into a tram. Not after that fiasco over the breaking of a brake on one of the roller-blades. I just went there, sat down, looked around, stood up, looked around again and walked away. See? A simple walk...You guys aren't going to believe, are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Came back home and played WoW for about...30 minutes? Ugh, need a horse... Anyway, Wowed for a bit before settling down to write a bit. Wrote a stupid short story about the OTHER possibility to the Red Riding Hood story. It turned into an abomination halfway through. Long story short, Red Riding Hood reached her Grandma's house and discovered that the class bully had murdered her Grandma. She ran out of the house screaming and this prompted the Hunter to go trigger-happy on the boy. This causes a national incident as the class bully happened to be the President's son...and....I stopped there. Thing was becoming too monstrous that I had to stop before it ate me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I owe you all a report on my current grades, don't I? Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZSWf5lrLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/G86Igkz4DN8/s1600/ScreenShot078.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZSWf5lrLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/G86Igkz4DN8/s400/ScreenShot078.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455638545079577778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, I failed to meet my target of 4.0 GPA ~_~. Deeply ashamed of myself, ARGH. This quarter's gonna be real tight as a result. God forbid I flunk my finals now. Aim for perfection!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get Battlefield 2: Bad Company or not....I KNEW that Subway spree was a bad idea but...the Meatball Marinara was just soooo tempting X(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I watched Eden of the East: King of Eden today =) Was a pretty good movie although it was a bit on the slow side...you guys DO remember the anime, right? K, maybe a jog then. How about...this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXhSaJsvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/bWPxaEVj2B4/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-04-03-04h42m06s58.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXhSaJsvI/AAAAAAAAA9s/bWPxaEVj2B4/s400/vlcsnap-2010-04-03-04h42m06s58.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455644227994759922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember the pose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXgSKX9mI/AAAAAAAAA9k/tkg43UTURwQ/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-04-03-04h40m49s44.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXgSKX9mI/AAAAAAAAA9k/tkg43UTURwQ/s400/vlcsnap-2010-04-03-04h40m49s44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455644210748716642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember this EXTREMELY cool character?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXfB4L8kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nLw_S8w2btI/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-04-03-04h40m35s87.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXfB4L8kI/AAAAAAAAA9c/nLw_S8w2btI/s400/vlcsnap-2010-04-03-04h40m35s87.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455644189197595202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Reme- oh wait, this is a new scene...Strange, I don't think New York looked THAT heavenly! Must've been heaven. Next!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will probably go out tomorrow. Might be meeting Clinton in Toa Payoh Library to study with Clinton...hmm...maybe I should call WL or someone else living near the vicinity when I get tired of studying? Or maybe I should bring my Macbook along! &lt;i&gt;(You're going there to study.) &lt;/i&gt;Aww....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in addition to that abomination I shamelessly mentioned earlier, I also did some other side material work. Pardon the art style but here you go! The first two official face potraits of our two protagonists! I drew Altie too but decided not to upload it up here today because frankly, I thought the face looked ab bit off. Anyway, proceeding onto the pics and revisions to character descriptions....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXeLzWPDI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oINLk0I8AuE/s1600/Untitled-3+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXeLzWPDI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oINLk0I8AuE/s400/Untitled-3+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455644174681783346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maria Ashfield:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Name: Unknown at the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday: 21 January 1998&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homeworld: Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race: Japanese Human&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood Type: A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 1.61 cm (tentative)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: ... I gotta think more about this first...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Position: XI Harmony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A daughter of a world-renowned businessman (I'm thinking Banking or Land Development). Loves headgears and always wears one.Loves berets the most. (See? Told you so!) She is currently in an amnesiac condition due to an incident [maybe... F) ] during the transfer to another dimension. Her personality is that of a cheerful princess who gets excited rather easily. Very skilled with projectiles, she's considered the nation's superstar when it comes to Rifling and Archery. She knows how to ride too. Horrible at cooking but extremely good in seasoning (You'll get what I mean when you read the book). She is also very acrobatic. Her reasons for leaving her world are still unknown and will only be disclosed in Book II. Weapons of choice are guns and knives. Has been shown to be able to stop time for a single moment nearing the end of Book I. She is also able to control Metal and Ice elements. Best friends with Kevan due to their similar pasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXd8Mw0vI/AAAAAAAAA9M/E9_FkajeSw0/s1600/Untitled-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 374px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZXd8Mw0vI/AAAAAAAAA9M/E9_FkajeSw0/s400/Untitled-2+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455644170493416178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kevan Herialles:&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Name: I'm keeping mum for now. It's significant to the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday: 12 March 1997&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homeworld: Earth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Race: I'm tempted to put him as Indonesian Chinese but...I've yet to make up my mind. It's not as if it matters A LOT to the story. He resides in Singapore before the transfer. That's significant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood Type: AB+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 1.66 cm (tentative)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: Probably about 70ish?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Position: XII Freedom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one changed quite a bit from the prototype. He usually puts up an enthusiastic/mischievious/cheerful face when in front of others but inside, he struggles alone with the burdens he hid inside himself. Inside, he's usually very doubtful and suffers from a inferiority complex.  His suppressed feelings will eventually explode at the end of Book II. He likes cooking, etc etc (They're all in the character material files) and hates his *spoilers*. His grades in school are usually decent but he holds not commitment nor enthusiasm in any clubs he is in. Impossibly kind and a bit of an idiot. (Alright, enough descriptions) His aim in this story is officially, to find an end for himself(which is a lie, by the way). He holds Altie in the highest regard (due to a past incident) and later on in Book I, takes the knight oath and becomes Altie's Knight. He has also been known to be the other person other than Altie to be able to wield the Holy Sword (Excalibur, actually) and is also the only person other than Altie who can make a contract with legendary swords (such as Excalibur). Views Maria as a little sister and as a best friend due to similar pasts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He holds the Realizer Code which allows him to integrate someone's personality into his own and create that someone's preferred weapon at the same time (Won't be saying more about this ability. Spoilers.) and hence, has no actual preferences for weapons. Unlike all the other mages, his control of wind enables him to be able to move the very air around him in any way he likes.(An ability shown in that Unseen chapter) He will also be shown to be able to manipulate fire to an extent in Book II. In Book I, his eyes are shown to turn red sometimes (will be explained halfway through Book II) in certain situations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll end off here today (rather abruptly.) See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4969947592489148382-8874646159664060842?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8874646159664060842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-hello-and-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8874646159664060842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8874646159664060842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-hello-and-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S7ZSWf5lrLI/AAAAAAAAA9E/G86Igkz4DN8/s72-c/ScreenShot078.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1647611884269603081</id><published>2010-03-30T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:40:16.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hope that Brings us Forth</title><content type='html'>Deleted.Was too personal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1647611884269603081?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1647611884269603081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-that-brings-us-forth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1647611884269603081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1647611884269603081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-that-brings-us-forth.html' title='The Hope that Brings us Forth'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8429597210474158561</id><published>2010-03-28T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:38:41.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went out for lunch with ex-classmates from AJC, Shen Wei and Cliantha. Fish &amp;amp; Co. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S692PwYBtqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XMSJDA6t1LU/s1600/DSC03621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S692PwYBtqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XMSJDA6t1LU/s400/DSC03621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453707686824752802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had been wanting to ask them out but they've been busy. Had a hell of a time chatting about the past and the what nots. Not too bad of an end to my Spring Break =) Wish you a safe flight, Shen Wei!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S692PQsW3DI/AAAAAAAAA8E/-kT-JPtbFWs/s1600/DSC03620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S692PQsW3DI/AAAAAAAAA8E/-kT-JPtbFWs/s400/DSC03620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453707678320090162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the lunch, I went down to get my kebab (was hungry) and saw local actor, Edmund Chen promoting washing detergents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I start my 2nd Quarter in SAS tomorrow. With the crap that happened last quarter, I'm starting to ask myself more and more on whether I'm really ready to face the next quarter. Feels like my mind's a total blank right now. I'm terribly scared of tomorrow. It's like...let's say... I know I'm friends with Micheal Xu but yet, I'm terribly scared and apprehensive of meeting him tomorrow...as if I've never actually met him before... &gt;_&gt; Maybe I'm just feeling a bit unwell...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for whether I'm ready or not for tomorrow, I'd have to say "no". Possibilities of hostiles tomorrow isn't helping me much either. Still, life goes on. Least there's Good Friday to look forward to! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it from me. Gonna go listen to Wind's Nocturne (the site's BGM) before going to sleep, Hopefully, it'll calm me down, like it always has. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Urgh, it hurts... Why can't tomorrow just leave me alone....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8429597210474158561?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8429597210474158561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-went-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8429597210474158561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8429597210474158561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-went-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S692PwYBtqI/AAAAAAAAA8M/XMSJDA6t1LU/s72-c/DSC03621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3978085718797291007</id><published>2010-03-27T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T12:34:43.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just screwed up something. Time to go back and self-reflect for another half an hour....when am I finally going to be able to sleep? -_-lll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-3978085718797291007?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3978085718797291007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-screwed-up-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3978085718797291007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3978085718797291007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-screwed-up-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-4411643974057951206</id><published>2010-03-27T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:24:10.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought I'd give you all a break from my ramblings by updating you all on what's been going on these past few days =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Starting from the last week of school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qv3XJJey02V_GaAgdqZ1Ig?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64nUxPKtUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/9bM7JZ4oVfY/s400/DSC03589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here, we've got another guy who's asking a girl out for prom...by doing a Mexican dance with his friends. He was successful =)  (&lt;i&gt;maybe you should try that too next year? &lt;/i&gt;Nah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UHU_e3MDkDrSq201ECSIdQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64nWHFCIYI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/y4kxEcPWgJw/s400/DSC03592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the classic dunking activity. I have it in video. Might post it sometime in the future =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the Spring Break, I attended an SAT Prep session all the way from Saturday to...Saturday, leaving me only 1 full day of holiday. In exchange, I got something I really like =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O6TyibIDCN_wGn93LV7spA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S647K0hymeI/AAAAAAAAA7E/l2bhmWGAoJ0/s400/DSC03619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Ten Practice Tests. I'm over the moon =) No sarcasm intended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday (A Friday), I initiated Operation Harpoon (&lt;i&gt;bad name, bad name...) &lt;/i&gt;where I successfully visited my old school, AJC without my mum knowing (I'm not allowed to). They were having a Track &amp;amp; Field Meeting on that day and since my prep session ended earlier then, I took a cab down to the school and met up with some old friends =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M71v3Z7sfeDewJMmCNpEKw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64vV1FLhnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/YERSDDWi7Hs/s400/DSC03595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Aye, uniforms. Good ol' times. They were preparing for a tug-o-war out on the field between the teachers and the students. Teachers won in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LC3-LKGUchzDiQI3I2UsWA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64vWRLkzpI/AAAAAAAAA5o/tAvGmtQxKQg/s400/DSC03596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat down with my ex-class and heard both fortunate and unfortunate news. Still, glad they're still hanging tight. Felt kind of sad though. If I stayed for the year, I would've been able to experience all those events and learn more from them but alas, I know I belong to SAS now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZLFrVvrvQcRrkGxXIdeQrQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64vW_sHrTI/AAAAAAAAA5s/yzpxvIrBHIw/s400/DSC03597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with Yin Wei and co. 's class after spending half an hour with my ex-class. All still cheerful and chirpy. Extremely happy to see that. Yin Wei's grown naughtier and Rachel's grown more cheerful. Excellent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/unDEZwiFdghQIRrYRQBbfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64vXy0Nm2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/YhGWQ2WSwME/s400/DSC03598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until now, I think I still made the right decision. Study hard now, get a better University degree, be at a better position to help all of them. That's a significant part of the reason as to why I'm studying hard now. To be in a better position to help friends. Stop laughing and sighing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/unDEZwiFdghQIRrYRQBbfw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64vXy0Nm2I/AAAAAAAAA5w/YhGWQ2WSwME/s400/DSC03598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although our time is short, I think I made a significant progress in personal growth last year. I'll make an even bigger jump this year. It's part of my New Year resolution after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3OVyiToRBftV4DGm24JgYw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64vYfLmfbI/AAAAAAAAA50/xLmWpqqqLXc/s400/DSC03599.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I had more time to speak with the folks at a much greater length though. There is so much to be heard and so much to be shared. I should really plan my time for this types of occasions.I have to admit, I still miss my AJC days (mainly due to the friends I made there) but well, ultimately, it's not really a farewell. We're just going our separate ways for the time being and maybe sometime in the future, we might meet and hang out again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CItidymzBFmxwgVnlBMfpw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64zQIlCZ5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/6O0wsNaDmuo/s400/DSC03600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I right, Capt'n Monkey and Zuzu? =) ...Speaking of which, I wonder if Bryan managed to get his book back... ....Rachel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after about 1 hour, I had to make an early exit. Apologized to the monkeys and cabbed down to 313@Somerset to meet my mum for dinner (I brainstormed for excuses in the cab) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using the discount coupons my mum got from god-knows-where, I ordered these... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TsmjUrCQvkGIvd62-e8o-Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64zQy3KJrI/AAAAAAAAA6I/mJddK9_bBAM/s400/DSC03601.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stewed pork, curry chicken, chicken cutlet,fried egg and cabbage all with curry sauce. Ordered from Scissors-Cut Curry for 4.90 bucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ph2-IMQbOybu9fWu79V0rg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64zRSO0IlI/AAAAAAAAA6M/5BI7dZcxo-Q/s400/DSC03603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oyster Omelette from (insert the stall name here) for 4 dollars. Most of it was egg. Still tasty though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And today, I attended my last SAT prep session (*sob*) Took some pictures with the super-cool instructors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iaNDsa-Vs-wLwvCUuSFr7Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64zSd7DoqI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/r9MeTyMU4rc/s400/DSC03604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Ethan Newgate, the dude who taught me the Mathematics section. Mainly tricks and shortcuts on how to get through all the questions faster. Since Mathematics is my strong point, I was all good in his class =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0B6nV_TUKvdhMb9kcTL5Dw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S645cBvJKTI/AAAAAAAAA6k/njtUd9ihnw8/s400/DSC03606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite. Mr Jeremy Craig. His lessons were a load of fun. Taught me the Writing section. Plays golf and is a movie buff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/f6-wxym5BJbZCJP87bAsYQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S645cmWfn_I/AAAAAAAAA6o/4heA1iiXzgg/s400/DSC03607.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Khalid Barnwell. Taught me Reading (my weakest section) . He's a quiet fellow but very nice. He was pals with Mr Jeremy Craig back in their University years in University of Columbia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think I'll be meeting them again on Thursday nights for Extra Help sessions. 2040/2400 isn't going to cut it @_@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, I took the train to 313 Somerset to meet up with my mum for dinner again. This time, we ate something a lot more expensive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NAIRCPQ9dzgT_lEKdg3HIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S645dNFHMHI/AAAAAAAAA6s/TgE64PRM6RI/s400/DSC03608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAMENPLAY! OMG it was sooo good &gt;X3 I ordered this Sanbo(sp?) Tonkotsu Ramen while my mum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vOyo2kD4luv7ydZeSRY79w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S645diLCIsI/AAAAAAAAA6w/DTC_TZMz5FA/s400/DSC03609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Wafu Shoyu Ramen. OOH ITS SOO GOOD X3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2kwDw1FIEmdqOKgdB0TIDw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S645eeGKkKI/AAAAAAAAA60/KpoFIJ9XAII/s400/DSC03612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, almost forgot to mention this. I got my new headphones! Audio-Technica ATH-SJ1 for 48 bucks. Wallet hurt alot but I'm LOOOVING it. Not only does the sound quality rock, I have a new accessory to go out with now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just played WoW for an hour and... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ddvmOeG3k_9kHrefhI5OSw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S65L_cNIUeI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/EY14WdGLzFk/s400/ScreenShot073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/O9Jhr3ieGj1qLFGeH_A8aw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S647Lr3GVKI/AAAAAAAAA7M/tfO0QYJBO1E/s400/ScreenShot074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/85chCU_cydszVVMCUHvO2A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S647Lfdj5yI/AAAAAAAAA7I/wjo6Z6jUOJw/s400/ScreenShot075.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/NewFolder2?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;New Folder (2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, Obsidain Sanctum. Might want to zoom in to see the chat. They're fun to read (for me at least)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all for me. Going to go out to get my First Aid stuff ready for Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, I've returned to playing Monster Hunter on PSP now =) Playing Lunar along with that too. Also, I've just finished writing the introduction chapter for the 5th Story member in Kevan's story. Originally, I wanted Meryl to take the spot but because I thought her depressing demeanor would be better presented in Maria's story, I transferred her over and thus, a new character is now allowed to be born. Will introduce her once I've looked over her outline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-4411643974057951206?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/4411643974057951206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-thought-id.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4411643974057951206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4411643974057951206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-thought-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S64nUxPKtUI/AAAAAAAAA5I/9bM7JZ4oVfY/s72-c/DSC03589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5916466132765311489</id><published>2010-03-26T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T08:20:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocence of our Pasts</title><content type='html'>Will make this a short one. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We all desire the innocent past we once had, a past where we had no worries. Being innocent is good and all. It makes you feel pure and favored amongst your peers. Yet, that time of our lives is gone. That's part of growing up and only when you've abandoned that innocence can you accurately perceive the real world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was once a time where I would just sit on the floor, tuck my knees in and wish my innocent days back so that I wouldn't have to bear all the pain. So that I would just go back to my role of being a kid, playing everyday without a care of the world. That time is now no more. Personally, I'd rather have the truth than act as if nothing's happening. It hurts less. If you have the truth in your hands, you'll have the power to change things to suit your preference. Why settle for the illusion of your innocent days when you can change the real world instead? Escape reality but one day, it'll catch you and you'll be plunged deeper into despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another reason why we'd want to remain innocent is so that we'll be perceived "good" in everybody's eyes. I was like that too. I wanted nothing but to be "good" and so, I strove towards that goal, not noticing the damage it was doing to my mental well-being. You can only be "good" to a certain extent until the darkness in your heart starts creeping up on you. Soon, your dream of being "good" will turn into self-righteousness on your part and you'll become the exact opposite of who you wanted to be originally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I won't deny that I've completely rid myself of the desire to become "good" but now I know what's more important. I don't give a damn about the absolute good or evil. I only heed the conscience in my heart now. That's whats important. You can become "good" but you'll still be trash if you ignore even what your heart's telling you. We aren't meant to be "good". We are meant to do what we feel is right. That's two entirely different things. Listen to your heart and do what it deems the right thing. The world can be changed but not through the absolute good. The absolute good and evil...they are both contradictory. The only thing you can believe in is yourself. That's why, I believe in my own version of good and bad. Innocence can screw itself off. I embrace the truth, not the ignorance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5916466132765311489?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5916466132765311489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/innocence-of-our-pasts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5916466132765311489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5916466132765311489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/innocence-of-our-pasts.html' title='Innocence of our Pasts'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-487278738322656029</id><published>2010-03-24T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:22:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerity, a dead concept</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I must admit that even up till now, I still have no clue as to what "sincerity" really is. You can give me the definition but I still wouldn't understand it in the context of the real world. For me, I choose to see "sincerity" as something similar in meaning to "honesty", so bear with me here if I'm getting all this wrong.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Being honest is to me, a relatively easy thing to do...well...unless it involves being honest to my parents (Operation Harpoon). Being honest with friends is just built into my personality so I never ever really see a difficulty in doing so. If you want to trash something out, then by all means, trash it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Too many people these days keep their mouth shut when the things they have in mind are things that are extremely meaningful when said out. In contrast, too many people these days still do not know when to plug their mouths up (I got lots of examples for this)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By not being honest with each other, misunderstandings occur more frequently. I'm not going to go further into this. Even retards should understand what I'm getting at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Right, back to me. IF we're talking about honesty about our own feelings, then no, I'd admit I'm never really good at it. After all, if only one has to suffer in silence, where's the sense in making the rest suffer along with him/her too? Right now, I'm only sincere to close friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Recalling back to that disastrous confession attempt a few days ago, I guess I might not have been entirely sincere. I knew the outcome I wanted but in the end, I didn't really exactly pour out the entirety of how I felt. Maybe that's why I got rejected. The confession was pretty much half-assed. Should've been more honest with my feelings and just trashed everything out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, that's all for me. Sincerity. like yesterday's topic, isn't really up my end. I think the next one is, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-487278738322656029?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/487278738322656029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/sincerity-dead-concept.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/487278738322656029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/487278738322656029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/sincerity-dead-concept.html' title='Sincerity, a dead concept'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1832826383826532373</id><published>2010-03-23T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T08:53:55.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowledge, Understanding and Helping People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I may hate tests and exams but I can say with an honest heart, that I love learning new things. I don't care how useful they are but every new unit of knowledge that enters my brain makes me extremely happy and proud of myself and to be able to apply them while helping others makes me feel that all the effort spent was worthwhile.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While knowledge can be used to help people, it can also be used to hurt. By gaining the knowledge of another's weakness, you can exploit it and eventually, bend the person to your own will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now, we move on to understanding. Humans do not possess the ability to understand one another fully. That is a statement I'm believing in more and more as time passes. We act like we do but in the end, we can never grasp another's heart fully. Its a sad fact but one I probably will never believe fully in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the main causes to conflicts is the lack of understanding between two parties. Because we cannot perceive or understand the thoughts of the other, we rely on our own predictions based on our views on the other side. That's where misunderstandings occur which eventually lead to conflicts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, the world may be more peaceful and beautiful if all of us possess the ability to understand a person fully. Yet, to have your heart fully exposed like that, even I would not want that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, more about me now. I love to learn and understand things, as I have stated above. Its pretty much one of the few remaining reasons I see in living. The world, even with how ravaged and abused it is now, is simply just beautiful and I seek to understand all of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not only that, I want to understand people. Behind each and every human being, there's always a story about how they end up where they are now and I find those stories fascinating. By understanding people, you can work better with them and considering their interests will be much easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, there is always this certain wall around our hearts. Walls that we erect to shelter the darkest parts of our heart from the eyes of others. Parts that we are shameful of. No one wants to be unguarded after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The more I understand people as a whole, the more I am disgusted. Maybe that's why I stopped trying to become a normal human being again years ago. Normal human beings betray, bitch about and resort to all kinds of dirty methods to make themselves happy. The ones who pushed me into a corner years ago were also normal human beings. That's probably why I disliked and despised people then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There's nothing much I can say here. Among all the topics I will be talking about over the next few days, this one is the furthest away from my department. After all, I have been considered to be exceptionally understanding to the plight of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, see you guys tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operation Harpoon on Friday after SAT Prep &gt;=) Time to do what Asians kids under strict parents do best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We understand each other, we support each other but we never thank each other. That's how much we understand each other. We know the gratitude that exists in each and every one of our hearts. Hence, no words need to be spoken. That's how we move on and that's how it will be for a long time. That's because we're true friends. From beginning to end. Don't you agree?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&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/4969947592489148382-1832826383826532373?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1832826383826532373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/knowledge-understanding-and-helping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1832826383826532373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1832826383826532373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/knowledge-understanding-and-helping.html' title='Knowledge, Understanding and Helping People'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-7805249499953735084</id><published>2010-03-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T08:31:15.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Unconditional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Love, eh? Can't say I really have much experience with it so forgive me for my inexperience with this particular subject...and I would have preferably skipped this particu- OW...OK OK, I'll do it &gt;_&gt;...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since from young, I've always seen "love" as something of a miracle. A human's capacity to love can surprise me sometimes. After all, its not easy for true love to manifest in our world today but being a moronic naive dodo, I persisted in my believing of true love which is really surprising, considering the state my parents are in right now. Well, I ain't going to rant about that now so hit me up on Skype or MSN if you're really THAT curious.Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From my perspective, loving a person doesn't mean that you have to be with him or her. To me, loving a person means sacrificing as much as you and more for the benefit of the person you love. In other words, if she loves another person more than me and I think that other guy is able to make her happier than I can, then I'd just give her up without a fight. After all, I hated fighting for anything. You fight, you lose, you feel sad. Its meaningless (I'll talk more about this in another topic) so I just gave up in all the fights I've been in before they even started. Those that started only start because (as I have mentioned yesterday) my friends help pick up the battle for me until I find a reason to fight. Going back to the main point, yeah, if I just give up and everyone's happier in the end, then that's all fine. That's what my mindset was like before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I only give up because I don't feel confident about myself. Well, yeah, I think that's true. Love affairs are things that until now, are still a bit too big for me to comprehend. Sure, lots of people tell me that you can date someone but that doesn't mean you have to marry her. However, for me, I think just taking the step to confess to someone can have a very far-reaching effect on that someone in the future. That confession alone can change her in ways one can never imagine. Also, if she accepts you and things don't work out in the end, what then? She'd be hurt and I'd stay guilty for the rest of my life and not only that, lots of other people will also be affected too. That might be another reason why I never really fought for love. Because I felt that I couldn't shoulder the burden in helping to shape someone's future. I felt like I couldn't face the consequences, should I fail in my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Events that happened a few days have changed me though. Before, I was too afraid to ask and all my doubts caused me to put up a pathetic show of my affection. Then, when I saw the truth laid bare, everything around me tumbled and I was back to my self-doubting mode again. Like I said before, I suffer from an inferiority complex which is also the main cause of my lack of self-confidence. The only times I've ever believed in myself and stepped out of my comfort zone is when I'm forced into a corner or pushed gently by the words of my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, after talking to Micheal Xu, Misora and a few hours of inner conversations with myself, I decided that for once, I'd like to fight for love. I'm still afraid of the consequences but I know I'll regret it if I give up now, of all times, especially when everyone's worked so hard to get me to where I am now. Fine, maybe I might die in some way through my actions but hell, its not as if I'm looking for a long life anyway. All I know is that if she's really that important to me, I'll stand up and protest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, I want to take another look at "Love". I couldn't comprehend it the last time I looked but this time, I want to see it as a whole. Until I understand it, I won't be able to fight for it at my full strength. I want to know just how much is at stake here if I fail. In the end, the answer I get will affect the answer I give. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My mentor once said to me," If you really love that person, then you'll know it then, by the insane lengths you'd go to for her."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I want to find out. That's my answer to this issue. Short and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-7805249499953735084?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/7805249499953735084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-unconditional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/7805249499953735084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/7805249499953735084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-unconditional.html' title='Love, Unconditional'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-2978419574191761513</id><published>2010-03-21T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T07:36:28.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Companionship, The Cornerstone of Our Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Companionship/Friendship, something that has existed as a cornerstone of my life  since I gained my current self-awareness. It has been playing the key role in ensuring that I survive throughout the years and plays the role of my main source of strength. Needless to say, the miracle that sees me standing here and now was brought about my my ever-cherished close friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As obviously seen, friends are one of my life's top priorities. I owe most of what I possess now to them. My current personality was also brought up through the influence of one of my best friend who is also my mentor. Hence, I usually go to moronically great lengths just to help someone I cherish a lot. For example, last year, I missed out 2 nights of sleep just to console my heartbroken and confused friend over msn. That was during the weekends and when Monday came around, I spent the day in school collapsing and vomiting everywhere. Well, not exactly boasting but that's just how important friendship is to me... up till a moronic and idiotic level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, enough about the importance of friends to me. To conclude this part of today's topic, bottom line is friends are extremely important to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While friends (some of them) have always been there for me, I have gradually come to the realization that I have to fight my own battles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sure, friends are made so that we can all give each other a helping hand but thus far, I have always depended on friends too much. It's really pathetic. I've always told people that I only exist to help my friends blah blah blah blah. It felt as if I had no will of my own. From the beginning up till now, my close friends have always been fighting the hardest battles for me just so that I can return to being who I was originally. Even then, I would still keep complaining and screaming my heart out like an extremely spoiled brat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hence, I think I need to start relying on my strength more. So far, I've been looking more and more at my friends and less and less at what it is that I can do by myself. Maybe that's the source of my inferiority complex. Because I haven't seen what I can really do by myself yet. The stunt from days ago actually did prove a bit of my own mettle and now, I want to take it the whole way to just see how strong I am by myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That's not to say that I'm going to completely live without my friend's help from now on. I just feel that there are some fights I can fight by myself and there are some fights I have to fight alone. That's why, I'll still trust my friends to guard my back but I'll be the one who will move forward now instead of having my friends push me like they've been doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also, I've always been apprehensive about whether my actions would cause the breakdown of bonds between a friend and me. That's part of the reason why I'm always afraid to do this and that. I couldn't afford to lose an emotional support but now, it's different. I figured, if the bonds could be so easily broken, then maybe we weren't friends at all. Maybe we shouldn't have been friends from the start. It's a harsh truth but I've come to terms with it. Throughout your life, friends are made and lost. That's that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Still, even though I've come to accept that I have to start moving on my own, I'm still going to continue counting you all for emotion support, guys. Thanks for having always been there for me, especially you. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realize that there a lot of gaping holes in this essay but I can't really write out what I really feel now. Doing so will not only force me to trample on my close friends' privacy but it will also force me to give you guys a not so determined answer. This is just the beginning. So let's just say, I have decided to be on the frontline instead of continuing to stay behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No. II Friendship has been addressed. Moving onto No. III&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-2978419574191761513?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/2978419574191761513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/companionship-cornerstone-of-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2978419574191761513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2978419574191761513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/companionship-cornerstone-of-our.html' title='Companionship, The Cornerstone of Our Strength'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-6886543158519909308</id><published>2010-03-20T05:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T06:40:42.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why, you ask?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've recently discovered that I still have a long way to go in terms of personal growth. Well, maybe not recently. I think the realization's been creeping up on me for some time and I only noticed it when I was dealt a shock. That's why, I think I want to speed up my growth process by allocating my free time during this break into extensive reflection and making notes on my daily behavior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's not really about changing myself or anything like that. I'm a fierce believer of individualism and I tend to never ever even think about changing my inner being into something that's not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's more about trying to understand myself better, which direction I want to move in and what I want. In other words, I'm trying to consolidate my spread-out being into one single area in order to avoid being too...diluted? I can't really explain this but yeah, "diluted" would be how I describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So what I'm proposing to do here, is to lead you all on a journey within myself where I recount the past and as a result, discover more and more about myself. By reflecting on the past and discovering myself, I believe I can grow more and more into what I originally should be and hopefully, discover the significance of myself and become more confident.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another reason why I want to rediscover myself is because I want to solve some defect/ paradoxes in my personality.  For example, I believe in being myself and not following the crowd but yet, I'm not confident of myself. See what I mean? There are more of those types of contradictions existing inside me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And that's pretty much why. I have to learn and grow much faster so that the clock in me can close up the 2 year gap and go back to the time I should've been in originally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-6886543158519909308?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/6886543158519909308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6886543158519909308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6886543158519909308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5751822469001783470</id><published>2010-03-19T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:37:48.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In an effort to reclaim my self-confidence, my posts for the next...11-12(?) days will be on these topics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: Friendship/Companionship, the Source of our Strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3: Love, Unconditional&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day4: Knowledge, Helping People with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5: Sincerity, a Dead Concept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6: Innocence of Our Pasts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7: The Hope that Bring us Forth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8: Light our Darkness away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9: Kindness, A Foolish Endeavor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10: Resolve, See Things Through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11: Harmony within Ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12: Freedom, an Contradictory Individual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13: Courage, Believe in One's Self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 14: A Never-Ending Journey of Self - Discovery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll start with the first tomorrow. Until then, see ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5751822469001783470?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5751822469001783470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-in-effort.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5751822469001783470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5751822469001783470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-in-effort.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8581525484643934855</id><published>2010-03-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T09:38:53.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I'm reading up on how to be self-confident and one of the exercises wants me to list down my top 5 qualities as a person and my top 10 achievements as of now. Result? My paper is still blank. See? No self-confidence. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8581525484643934855?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8581525484643934855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-im-reading-up-on-how-to-be-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8581525484643934855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8581525484643934855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-im-reading-up-on-how-to-be-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-7866238949170550209</id><published>2010-03-18T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T16:13:18.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, off to the American Embassy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-7866238949170550209?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/7866238949170550209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/right-off-to-american-embassy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/7866238949170550209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/7866238949170550209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/right-off-to-american-embassy.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5109832790916910831</id><published>2010-03-17T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:54:25.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Break Within Sight</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the school Chemistry Laboratory now, waiting for lesson to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, break begins tomorrow! Well, technically, not much of a break for me since I'll have to attend a week long SAT Prep Course from 12:30 to 5:30pm for most of the break. Well, I asked for it...though I do be starting to regret it now &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to be really restless this break though. Other than the prep course, about all I'm going to do at home is revise a bit and play ...which doesn't really sound too interesting. I really want to do something...extraordinary for break...something exciting...tch, the adventurer inside me starts to burn again =P *sigh* I wouldn't mind skipping this break for more lessons actually. Least I would be doing something then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like you don't have an ulterior motive...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAH, that's why we're partners, aren't we? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, I'm still feeling a bit empty inside but like I told Micheal yesterday, there's something still burning in me. Well, I'm sure it'll get better...soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lesson has started. Best end this post and get back to my analysing work. See ya, peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5109832790916910831?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5109832790916910831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-within-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5109832790916910831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5109832790916910831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/break-within-sight.html' title='Break Within Sight'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-572096262620047671</id><published>2010-03-16T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T08:29:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise from Ashes</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's decided. Christmas Eve. I'll have to be prepared by Christmas Eve. Then, during the week around Christmas, I'll try again. Until then,  I'm going to speed up my character growth and form more bonds with people. Also, I'll begin searching for my confidence. It's the thing still missing after that event 5 years ago. Surely, I will stand a better chance of succeeding after I gained my confidence back. Anyway, I have friends to push me forward whenever I falter. &gt;=) This time, we will succeed. Sorry dude, but this is a battle I will fight,win and no surrender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serious things aside, anyone know anything about building up confidence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was barely able to finish that English Competition Essay. I think I did decently though =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still aceing Precalculus and Chemistry so far =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just selected my courses for Senior Year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6DwmM7m0eI/AAAAAAAAA4k/0xs5AVlDLlA/s1600-h/ScreenShot072.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6DwmM7m0eI/AAAAAAAAA4k/0xs5AVlDLlA/s400/ScreenShot072.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620088215228898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the deadline is tonight, 12am, I am getting a bit of a leeway because they're still trying to determine whether General Paper is counted as English in University Applications! ^^; If it is, then I'm taking out economics and World literature and replacing them with AP Economics &gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6DwkXMSxBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/AT6RymjeOLc/s1600-h/DSC03586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6DwkXMSxBI/AAAAAAAAA4M/AT6RymjeOLc/s400/DSC03586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620056609834002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, Micheal Xu's got his prom date like.. a few days ago. I helped out and it was an interesting experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6Dwk5EMhoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/RgUge-FzWnc/s1600-h/DSC03585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6Dwk5EMhoI/AAAAAAAAA4U/RgUge-FzWnc/s400/DSC03585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620065702676098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I did was...well, what WE (Dan, me, Micheal Baker...and Alex?) did was to wear Tshirts with alphabets on them so that when we got the signal from Micheal, we would form a line which would say "PROM?". Pretty sweet and I'm very glad Micheal got accepted =) Was really fun for me too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan: Ok, you keep a lookout for his signal, got it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: OK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micheal nods in our direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: He's nodding. Is that the signal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan: Nah, I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micheal nods more vigorously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: uhhh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micheal half-stands up and gives me the &gt;8(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Alright, gogogogo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Micheal, the petition below was also started by him. While we're here, Congratulations to Micheal for becoming the Vice-President of the Chinese Honor Society =D Know you're reading this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6Dwj_yGecI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QpHjYUWwVo4/s1600-h/DSC03587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6Dwj_yGecI/AAAAAAAAA4E/QpHjYUWwVo4/s400/DSC03587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620050325961154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of prom, these past two weeks have been pretty cool. Lots of stunts done by boys to get their prom dates. Stunts including draping a huge cloth from the third floor which says "Prom please? (I think)" and a singer in the mini-concert today asking a girl out for prom out of so many people. I'm giving it a pass this year. Got my own reasons ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is the chemistry lab we did this week (or was it last week?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6Dwlq4jYII/AAAAAAAAA4c/Y9GH2Ic0iww/s1600-h/DSC03584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6Dwlq4jYII/AAAAAAAAA4c/Y9GH2Ic0iww/s400/DSC03584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449620079075614850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copper wire reacts with aqueous silver nitrate. Looking at this reminds me of Ms Kwoh from ACS(I). Best chemistry teacher I have and may ever have. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, thats it for me today. Tomorrow's the last day of school for this quarter. Gonna go out with a BANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: ARGh, sorry! It's RISE FROM ASHES, not Rise to ashes *facepalm*&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/4969947592489148382-572096262620047671?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/572096262620047671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/rise-to-ashes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/572096262620047671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/572096262620047671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/rise-to-ashes.html' title='Rise from Ashes'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S6DwmM7m0eI/AAAAAAAAA4k/0xs5AVlDLlA/s72-c/ScreenShot072.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5324560628881790669</id><published>2010-03-16T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:21:43.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Another Story</title><content type='html'>So, I just confessed my love to someone 5 minutes ago and of course, I got rejected. Still, the story ended with the best conclusion I could ever hope for. Right now, it feels like all the clouds have been swept away by a familiar wind, leaving a blue open sky. I feel like I can be more honest with myself now and hopefully, less confused. Thank you, for allowing me to express my feelings for you and thank you for giving me your honest answer. Though I would've been extremely happy if you had accepted me, I think this was probably the best way and how the story should really end. So, without further delay, I'd like to thank the people who supported me all the way. Names are not in any particular order...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micheal Xu(for doing the stunt that gave me the initial courage to confess and for consoling me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dan Yamamoto (the one who started the prom date asking and giving me the courage too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anthony Sridjaja (For encouraging me,giving me tips and supporting me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yun Joo Lee (For encouraging me and supporting me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will (whatever your last name is) (For his "fight for your girl, man!" remark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin Lancon (For your concern over my progress and for always keeping me on edge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian Yenko (You gave me the courage by being successful in asking a girl to prom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Javier (I think you encouraged me too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saya Kawashimura(?) ( For your support and your advice. Thanks Saya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ji Wan (for encouraging me to follow my instinct)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew Djuang (Just ask her out, bro!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee Yin Wei (For your support)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Justin Wang-sensei (For your advice on these types of stuff before I left AJC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chua Chung Yeow (For your advice on these types of stuff before I left AJC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ms Rochelle Griffin (For your encouragement =) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yuta Takemoto (From Honey and Clover.Thanks for the inspiration,even though you aren't real)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Misora ( For the final push just now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meryl ( For the final push just now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adrian (For the final push just now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And last but not least, the one who have given me as much encouragement and support as they could on such short notice,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherly Liung (For her unwavering support, encouragements and her offer to cheer for me with pompoms when I confess. I'm grateful to be able to call you on of my best friends)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daryl Choo ( For his unwavering support, encouragements,his advice and for including me in his prayers. I thank God for the day you and me became friends because without you, I'd be one emotional support less.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl (I won't mention her name since she might be embarrassed about this but thanks for giving me a chance =) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed, honesty and sincerity will always be the best way to do things no matter what you do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5324560628881790669?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5324560628881790669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-just-confessed-my-love-to-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5324560628881790669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5324560628881790669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-i-just-confessed-my-love-to-someone.html' title='The End of Another Story'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3519201561656958470</id><published>2010-03-14T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T15:28:54.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's the holidays going for you guys? Overloaded with homework or no homework at all? Working hardly or hardly working? Regardless of which it is, make sure to get enough rest! For those who have not had their Spring Break started yet, it's just a few more (4, to be specific) days left! Let's PUSH THROUGH! 4 more days to raise the scores SKY HIGH! On that note, look forward to my progress report at the end of this week! (With,hopefully, a 4.0 GPA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S51gDayKhCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Lh-Z84PPPY0/s1600-h/ScreenShot071.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S51gDayKhCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Lh-Z84PPPY0/s400/ScreenShot071.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448616736033768482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some interesting stuff coming up at school this week! I'm particularly looking forward to the free tea available today and that red,white and blue bracelet thing. =D Oh yea, today is Pajamas Day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, I won't be wearing my PJs to school. Decided against it this morning. Firstly, I have Reader's Theater today and I don't think PJs would...set the right atmosphere... and on top of that, it'd be awkward...speaking of which, is Micheal going to ask his for his prom date...in a pajamas?.... .....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last assignment, chemistry lab. Not easy, not hard. Just lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of prom, I haven't really made any progress yet but thanks to those who offered their support!...Although I think I hardly stand a chance against a Korean hunk...*sigh* It ALWAYS has to be a Korean hunk *facedesk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be finalizing my classes for Senior year today! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I think that's all I have for you all today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;One shot...One shot is all I'm going to have...Let's make that one shot count then!...or we could just skip prom this year... and try again next year?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Will already be too late then. The other side's not going to wait or play nice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Still, with all the future implications involved....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You want me to do it for you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nah, I think I'm fine with doing it myself now. Thanks for the offer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't screw up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Won't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;....Still...It couldn't have been THAT obvious! Q_Q&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-3519201561656958470?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3519201561656958470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-morning-hows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3519201561656958470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3519201561656958470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-morning-hows.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S51gDayKhCI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Lh-Z84PPPY0/s72-c/ScreenShot071.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-7498462130329166121</id><published>2010-03-11T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:44:10.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Agam and Sherly are talking amongst themselves, I can start on today's post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that Oedipus Essay rewrite was worth 10 points. My grade's REALLY going to take a dive now...Ah well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to decide on my subjects for senior year. Ap English Language or AP English Literature. AP Chemistry or AP Physics. AP Calculus or AP Statistics. What I'm sure of though, is that I'm definitely taking Guitar, AP Chinese and AP Macroeconomics and Microeconomics (Neil said it was easy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Medical Explorer's booth during Lunch time selling bubble tea. Made a bunch of mistakes at first such as the proportion of the milk tea, pearls and ice but thank god the people were really patient with me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematical Induction. With the right teacher, it's become something quite fun to me =)Can;t wait for the next quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during free period just now, we all saw Dan asking a girl out for prom and when the girl agreed, the whole library went into applause. It was a really heartwarming scene and somewhere inside me, I told myself that I had to try harder =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't do much in English class. Had this terrible headache which prevented me from working on the Reader's Theater script. Ended up chatting with Anthony and Julie about our future careers and interest. I am once again, astounded by the minds and ideas of my newfound friends =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also talked about prom in English class. Zach, Javier and Dan have already found their respective dates for prom. Marcus said he's going and Clement's definitely attending. Anthony still wasn't sure and Julie said she's passing this year. According to her, the prom sucked. Me? I'm not sure of whether I want to go yet. Yes, I do have a girl in mind that I want to ask to the prom but not being able to conjure up the courage to ask her aside, I need to ensure that I have enough money to pay for both us and I also have to have the okay from my mum. I'm definitely not going for the after-party though. Don't really like crazy and wild parties =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all peeps! See ya tmr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-7498462130329166121?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/7498462130329166121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-now-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/7498462130329166121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/7498462130329166121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8967441664810927285</id><published>2010-03-09T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:09:39.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an 88% for my American Red Cross Examination. Might have to retake it but I'm pleased that it pushed my SFA grade up by 4 points! Just need to push in a few more points before Spring Break and I SHOULD be in the clear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got praised by Ms Griffin for my writing skills  and Julie for the Reader's Theatre script I conjured up today =) Feeling so honored haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precalculus Quiz was good today =) Viraj called it "fun" but it was kinda long hahah! I think I should be able to get a 98% for this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After getting full marks for my Chem chem quiz, why did my grade only rise by 1!? WHY!? D8&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to start choosing the classes I'm taking in senior year this weekend. Need to sit down and discuss with my mum. I'm definitely taking guitar =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be helping out in Medical Explorer's (a member now) bubble tea stall this Thursday.=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oedipus essay is still lost. Screw it &gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I was supposed to meet up with Anthony and Julie at 8pm today but....well, where the hell are they!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Chinese Oral Assignment, 92. Chinese quiz, 95. My grades are all healthy again =) 6 more days to jack my GPA up to 4.0 .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Olsen just told me that there will be no more graded quizes for Criminal Forensics this quarter. Oh noooos...My A+ Q_Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA, I just saw Dan asking a girl out for prom (which is somewhere in the beginning of April). Brought back some happy memories. *sigh* I do feel like asking a certain someone out for prom but...nah, I guess I'll pass this time round. I have neither the cash nor the charms anyway ^^. Best just to stick at home and read my books =)...Yes, I admit, I'm a little sad but well, I'm just not prepared yet. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, sometimes, you really do wonder how it feels to be rejected by the girl you like...Not like I want to experience it... HAHAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll see you later guys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8967441664810927285?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8967441664810927285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-i-got-88.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8967441664810927285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8967441664810927285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-i-got-88.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8918720224317727618</id><published>2010-03-08T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:44:24.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had absolutely the worst day ever yesterday. Found out that my Oedipus Essay was missing and since the correction is due today and is also graded, I'm expecting my English grades to take a HUGE dip. I'm pretty sure someone took it by mistake though since I have this gap-py feeling whenever I think back to the previous English class...UGH, there goes my 4.0 GPA...well, not as if its going to be impossible to attain now. I just have to get a 100% on all assignments and tests given before Spring break. Sounds tough...but not impossible. Things could get potentially worse than it is now...I swear I lost 2 kg from all the panicking I did yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the library yesterday, I was talking to Matt about the types of girls we like. *sigh* The quality of being *hot* is so superficial, dude....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a Chinese quiz yesterday. Translating English to Chinese is not as easy as you think. Trust me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Bright is still reviewing my work to see if he should give me his approval to take AP  Chemistry in Senior year. I'm something of a wild card since he doesn't really know WHAT I know. *crosses fingers*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sleeping early today. Have already set a personal assistant on the task of forcing me to sleep at 10pm sharp even if I have to be knocked out by a giant club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 more days to Spring Break~....Not much of a break though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a Pre-Calculus test (Ari thematic and Geometric Series *facepalm*) and a Safety First Aid test (Official American RC CPR test...Multiple Choice style). Remember. 100% for both of them =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's due today but...my group STILL does not have a prototype script...ugh, I think I'll just conjure up one during free period. 2 pages worth can't be too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking of climbing over the school fence during school hours one of these days. I'm sure the barbs are charged though. Harold and Kumar ,anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I just quit Writer's Ink (bound to happen) and am now looking for a replacement ECA...Maybe PEACE Initiative? Or maybe SAVE Club?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 more days to Weekends *rocks back and forth*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've just recently registered for the SAT I examination. It's on the 1st of May. That one too. 100% =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright then, see ya guys. Tch, I'm seriously contemplating suicide now. If I screw up my English grade for this quarter, then I won't be able to take AP English Literature next year which would suck! &gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8918720224317727618?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8918720224317727618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-morning-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8918720224317727618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8918720224317727618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-morning-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1257790517652161429</id><published>2010-03-07T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:18:53.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its now currently 12:39 am and I should've been in bed a long time ago. Now, why would I still be up? That's a secret=) Working on something personal ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few photos to be posted up on my next post. None for today because I'm currently too lazy to even bother uploading them =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for you local school students, tomorrow's the start of the last week of your first quarter in school, isn't it? Make sure to make full use of it now. Ask as many questions as you are unsure of. Slap as many friends as you can. Annoy as many people as you can and finally, end off the quarter with a mighty BANG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My spring break begins on the 19th of March, a week later than the local school. All's fine though. I need more time to jack my GPA to a handsome 4.0 . Not a school requirement but something like my personal goal =) It's currently stuck around 3.87 now so as long as I get somewhere within the range of &gt;95 for my last few tests for this quarter, I should reach my goal no problem. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for how I'm spending my break, I'm attending an SAT Prep Course for the WHOLE break from 12.30 in the afternoon till 5.30 in the evening. Sounds tough, I know but I volunteered to attend it myself. After all, if I can't get at least 92% for my SAT tests, I'm pretty much screwed out of Berkeley and UCLA, and Stanford probably would just laugh in my face Q_Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having an official Red Cross CPR exam this tuesday. Brings back memories (bad) of St. John's in ACS (I) @_@ I'm determined to ace this one. Gotta get rid of that abominable B grade for my First Aid &gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend's pretty much wasted. Wasn't able to keep up with the tempo I set during last weekend. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta head to the Singapore American Embassy on the 19th of March for my visa application interview....Better put it on my desktop as a post-it note...There! Done!...My computer desktop seems awfully cluttered now..hmm....T_Ta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91 for Oedipus essay, WOOHOOO!!!! Not bad for my first try! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the previous Chinese Oral Assignment left a ashen path of destruction on all of us. Aside from me, Kevin and Stephanie, no one else in the Advanced Group was able to keep the recording to the 7.30 limit. Everyone overshot and Jefferey humorously got a 10 mins recording and decided to just give up and send it in. I had a hard time with it too. Spent two days on it (not the whole two days) before I managed to get it to 6.53. I think it sucked though. I messed up the pauses in some of the parts. Ah well, it WAS hard &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, a 'D' for Chinese A lvls. Misora laughed her ass off and I lost my pride as a Chinese. 'D' for Dumbshit indeed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of As, I heard my mum said that there was an increasing proportion of O level graduates applying for Polytechnics instead of JCs. Excellent! My heart soars as I see the accursed JC system crumble and it soars even further when I see that some people are finally beginning to be able to break out of the social norm =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, congrats to all who scored an A in Chinese! Michelle, Mavis, Justin, Yian Lu, Yi An etc etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bigass round of applause for those who made it to a pass! D may suck but hey, 'D' for Digimon, right?...Ok, maybe that wasn't as comforting as I hoped it would be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think...that's it? Yeah, that's all I have to say now. As for that Unseen chapter, it takes place nearing the end of the second book. They were riding a train to somewhere and that somewhere is where the end of the second book occurs. A very shocking conclusion, by the way. Now, it may be amazing and all but what are the implications of that final finishing blow? When you think about that, the attack wasn't that great at all =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheerios and good bye! As for those of you who still do not know what was going on in that previous video I uploaded (the one in Chemistry class), Mr Simon Bright was cooking a...Western dessert called S'mores (a pun for Some more). Marshmallow is heated and cooked before being sandwiched together with a piece of chocolate by two pieces of biscuits...or crackers. It was pretty good and when he found out that I had never heard of a S'More before, I went from being the "New Kid" to being the "Childhood-deprived New Kid" . Suits me just fine hah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/8551868.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/8551868.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know the world's going to the dogs when EVEN an imperial Princess gets bullied...especially when she probably had bodyguards close-by. Well, bodyguards aside. To bully someone of the royal family is ...well...someone should be die for this! It's outrageous (unless the guy being bullied's an ass or worse). The princess is just...she's still a kid! WTH, man!? Damn it, bullies prey on the weak and now they're gonna start preying on Princesses too!? I think we need a death sentence for this! What was my reaction when I finished reading this post? My first reaction? You will not know and will never want to know and should never know. Trust me on this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1257790517652161429?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1257790517652161429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-its-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1257790517652161429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1257790517652161429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-its-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-2312831295406193727</id><published>2010-03-06T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T08:55:12.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unseen Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Kevan felt himself lifted off the ground. His body felt like mush now, unable to move nor touch anything. He tried desperately to feel out the area.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The surge of wind which had sapped him of his strength as he unleashed it, had begun to subside. However, the rotten smell still clung to his nostrils like persistent rodents to cheese.The roar of the wind rushed through his ears as the train continued chugging along the narrow path at the side of the sea cliff. Yet, the smell that hung in the air was that of rotting corpses. Somewhere in the corner, he heard snarls and wet thumps. More and more of them were landing onto the carriage now. At the sound of that, he tried again to force the feel back into his body.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Four by fours, the red, fleshy corpses continued to come at her as she swung her sword sideways, making clean cutes. Yet, the downed wave would soon be replaced by another wave behind them. After that, another wave comes and then another. There was no end to this. No matter how many times she cut them down, the corpses had just simply regenerated in a matter of seconds.  They were being kept at bay for now but it was only a matter of time before they all lunged at her at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The corpses weren't the only monstrosities that had to be dealt with. In the first carriage, the Maharg awaited and observed.  Then, as if it knew that Altaria had it in her thoughts, the Maharg let out a mighty screech. The corpses all stopped moving and began crouching onto the floor, with their head and face aimed at her. Then, like a swarm of locusts going after a farm field, they all lunged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Altaria had but only a moment to jump to the side, while dragging Kevan along with her. Just then, the Maharg slammed its pincers onto the carriage floor and the train jumped under the impact. Losing her balance, Altaria and Kevan could not land smoothly and began rolling towards the edge of the path. The salty wind and crashing wave crooned softly towards the two, eagerly awaiting for their new prey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then, with a growl, something big and furry stopped the two in their path. "Now!" Reika shouted and with a wave of her hand, the floor of the carriage was divided into two by a wall of brilliant orange. The corpses snarled and squirmed as the ones in the front began to catch fire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kou grunted at Altaria and flicked his head towards his back. Nodding, Altaria gently moved Kevan's limp and cold body onto his furry white back. "Alright, stop dawdling! We're getting out of here!" Reika commanded. "Move! Move! MOVE!" The group obeyed her and began running towards the end of the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As they ran, Reika kept patting Kevan on his back and calling out his name. His face had felt so cold and his breathing was shallow. Meanwhile, Reika melted the linkages of the train away and the locks of the doors shut as they went from one carriage to the other. "Reika, I think he's in critical condition!" Altaria shouted back anxiously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Just keep moving! I'll take a look at him later!" Reika shouted back her reply as she struggled to melt the 8th linkage. Sweat rolled down her pale forehead as the smell began to grow heavier and heavier. It made her stomach churn. She knew she never had been good with horror movies but she decided that the situation now was just outrightly unfair to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The group finally reached the end of the train. Kou unloaded Kevan onto the floor and Altaria started shaking him vigorously, calling out his name . "Kevan! Wake up! Please, just wake up! Don't die on me!" she screamed into his unconscious face as she buried her face into his body. Reika hurriedly patted her on the back and knelt down beside her. She placed her hand on her forehead and closed her eyes, trying to sense the weak aura in him. Then after a moment, she slowly withdrew her hand and frowned. "He's weak. That wasn't just one blast, Altaria. That was a dozen blast of tornado he let loose at one go. He's going to be useless for the next few days."Reika reported grimly. "He's not in any danger though, so you can rest easy, Princess"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"A dozen?"Altaria stared at the unconscious boy in horror. "That's...that's absurd!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reika snorted. "With him, everything is absurd." She got up and started looking around. "We need to get away, fast. They'll be here any minute."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kou, now back in his human self, remarked," But didn't you melt all those linkages away?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"You really think that'll stop them, Wolfy?" Reika grinned. Her grin was not reflected in her trembling eyes. There was a moment of silence. The chugging sound began to decrease in frequency. The carriage was slowing down now. Then, it stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Alright, let's get o-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The sentence was cut midway as out of the blue, a huge gooey pincer slammed her out of the carriage and onto the rocky ground. Another pincer struck out and Altaria was thrown out. Before another one came, Kou hurriedly bit onto Kevan's jacket and dragged him away as he jumped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The locked door was then blown away by a mighty force and in front of them, the Maharg stood in it gooey base. The carriage wasn't the only one stopped. The train had stopped. In the place of the melted linkages, rows and rows of corpses acted as bridges and links between the carriages. Many other corpses stood and at the back of the whole army of flesh, the Maharg leered. The top of the cliffs was now empty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Seems like the whole party is here now," Reika commented as she began to stand up, wincing along the way. Her cloak was now covered in brown dirt and her usually black hair was now brown with dust. Altaria used her sword as support as she struggled to bring herself up. The battles before had did a number on her and the wounds started opening again. "Any plans, Kou?" Reika asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kou nodded towards the sea. Reika paled even further. The sea must be several hundreds of meters, maybe thousands, from where they currently were. Chances of survival was slim. What if they fell unconscious and the corpses still went after them? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"No go. Too risky." Reika shook her head. Kou whined and growled at the masses of red and snarls. Then, out of nowhere, a soft voice spoke. "Reika, a bomb."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Huh?" Reika looked back. Kevan was down on his fours and panting. Beads of sweat rolled down his chin and fell onto the brown dirt. "Aim a bomb of fire. Don't hold back" Kevan groaned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"A bomb? Sure, but...why?" Reika asked quizzically.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Just do it! Please! I have an idea!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Are you sure? We're kind of in a stretch here!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"No, I'm not sure but at the same time, I'm sure."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"This plan should work then," Reika grinned. She extended  both her hand out and began gathering an immense amount of heat in the middle of her palms. Kevan called out to Kou, who ran towards Kevan and supported him as he struggled to stand up. Like Reika, he reached out of his hand and closed his eyes.  Altaria  looked at him alarmingly but Kevan shook his head, as if he knew her thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A huge ball of condensed flame was in Reika's hand now. The energy in that ball was immense. Within the globe, fires raged. It was as if the globe was a miniature sun. " Signal!" Reika shouted through gritted teeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kevan opened his eyes. "Aim it at the Maharg!" Reika, heeding the signal, shot the ball towards the towering Maharg. The Maharg, possessing no eyes, was not able to dodge and like a bomb, the ball of fire hit the Maharg at its front and upon impact, exploded in an extremely loud roar. In a moment, it was engulfed in mighty flames that seemed to touch even the clouds. The Maharg made squealing and screeching sounds as it grabbed at the air aimlessly with immense pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At the moment of impact, Kevan summoned the wind. Slowly, a breeze began blowing towards them. As it blew, it began to grow stronger. The flames from the Maharg began to slowly spread towards the group. As it did, it burned the corpses along the way. The wind began to grew stronger and the flames spread in a faster rate. Soon, the whole train was engulfed in a sea of flames. The corpses could be seen flailing about and screeching with pain. A few of the corpses began climbing out of the train but before they could, their bodies began to crumble into ashes which was blown away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, from among the sea of flames, an angry, red and hot pincer struck out like lightning. Having awaited for this moment, Kevan tested out his idea. A few moments ago, from his mind, he felt out the hydrogen and oxygen gases in the area. He then began to gather all of them towards the burning train, wrapping the mixture of flammable gas with dust . He felt the wind gather at a terrific speed and when he opened his eyes, a large globe of dust now hung on top of the burning Maharg. When the pincer struck out, Kevan conjured up the image of breaking a chicken egg. Obeying its master's command, the ball of dust broke open, much like how a chicken egg is broken. Just then, Kevan smirked tiredly. "Checkmate"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reika widened her eyes as she realized what was going on but they were too late. Before the group could duck, the mixture of gas reached the flames. There was not even a moment of waiting. Just as the flames touched the gas, an extremely bright light blinded their visions and the next thing they knew, an enormous force swung them away onto their backs and fronts and a deafening roar raged through all their ears. Reika could feel the very moisture of the dirt under her evaporate away as the temperature reached shock high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As quickly as it came, the temperature began to cool and the roar died down.Just a few centimeters away , Kevan stood majestically. The front of his face was covered in soot and his eyes blinked in shock of what he saw before him. Before everyone, where the train once stood, was a humongous crater. A huge chunk of the cliff was now blown away, leaving an impressive circular mark on the face of the cliff. Not only that, the ground was blackened all around them and ones in the crater still burned red. Smoke was rising from the ground and rocks threaten to fall under the weight of gravity. Needless to say, they were all... annihilated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rotting smell was not replaced by a heavy tinge of something burnt to the crisp. Everyone stared at the scene in shock. Kou finally spoke up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Holy crap...."&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/4969947592489148382-2312831295406193727?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/2312831295406193727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/unseen-pt-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2312831295406193727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/2312831295406193727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/unseen-pt-2.html' title='The Unseen Pt. 2'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1358060008193101539</id><published>2010-03-05T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:10:41.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we begin, here's a video of our chemistry lesson the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f27060d129f7cdf" 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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f27060d129f7cdf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167803%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ADDCACF6F40C6F3AB8EB9FE4E10B5DFB2C0EA43.3A1F7D9C110804E054621372A9AF73AC083ECDB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f27060d129f7cdf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL1VQ_dEZ0nI92gUrm-Ia-SBxDyY&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://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f27060d129f7cdf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167803%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4ADDCACF6F40C6F3AB8EB9FE4E10B5DFB2C0EA43.3A1F7D9C110804E054621372A9AF73AC083ECDB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f27060d129f7cdf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DL1VQ_dEZ0nI92gUrm-Ia-SBxDyY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come in one hour&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1358060008193101539?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1358060008193101539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-before-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1358060008193101539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1358060008193101539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-evening-before-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5815845027121317277</id><published>2010-03-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:11:47.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missed me much? Sorry about the absence. Work decided to finally speed up and catch up with me. I've been battling waves and hordes of assignments since the beginning of this week. If it ain't assignments, then we have tests. All's good though. My grades are all in the A grade ranges now...with an exception of Safety and First Aid, which just dipped down all the way to 83 points Q_Q Argh, I might not be able to get my 4.0 GPA by Spring Break now T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my first assembly in SAS a few days ago. As expected, boring, boring and boring. Except that choir performance though. THAT was good although some people obviously didn't agree with me. Was irritated by all the chatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last weekend, I attended Yishun Junior College's Funfair (invited by Daniel) and...yea, it was alright, I guess. Egg tarts were SOOOO good but we ended up having to have cup noodles for lunch...4 bucks PER cup, mind you T_T While I was running around in Yishun Junior College, SAS also had a funfair of their own but...I didn't attend because someone told me that it was only attended by...middle schoolers which turned out to be untrue. Chris participated in the gladiator event and gave us a fairly amusing account of his  foul "battle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Chinese Oral Assignment this time round was HORRENDOUS! It was SO hard! I ended up taking 9 minutes to read the whole damn passage when the time limit was 7.30 mins. Thank god the teacher allowed me to upload a better version of my recording (7 mins). Really can't afford for anymore dips in grades now T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Come Spring Break, I will be spending EVERY SINGLE DAY of the holidays in school, attending an SAT Prep course. Now, aren't I hardworking? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're finally doing Series, Sequence and Mathematical Induction in Precalculus. ....We meet again, my much hated foe =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in love with Amanda Shaw and Yui Aragaki again! Watched Waruboro(?), starring Yui Aragaki as the love interest and...Shirota Yui as the comedic relief (might be an interest to the fans =) )  As for Amanda Shaw, PRETTY RUNS OUT! &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDIT: Just got my Chinese Quiz back. My 4.0 GPA is within sight again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5815845027121317277?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5815845027121317277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-morning-missed-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5815845027121317277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5815845027121317277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-hello-and-good-morning-missed-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-4617338046165538512</id><published>2010-03-01T08:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:32:03.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blog will be on hiatus until I've cleaned up the mess this week produced.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-4617338046165538512?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/4617338046165538512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-will-be-on-hiatus-until-ive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4617338046165538512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4617338046165538512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-will-be-on-hiatus-until-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5546544124781651397</id><published>2010-02-28T23:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:58:53.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scars of Love lyrics (Filler post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;Close my eyes for real&lt;br /&gt;Smile for all the people's shade&lt;br /&gt;All brown leaves fly away into the wind&lt;br /&gt;Die of mystery, secret tragedy&lt;br /&gt;But I'm watching from the hill&lt;br /&gt;This suddenly thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring some rosemary&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful time was symphony&lt;br /&gt;Even you were always shy to laugh&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like a quiet life&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an empty glass&lt;br /&gt;All I know is for sure&lt;br /&gt;You won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My scars of love&lt;br /&gt;What you'd done for me&lt;br /&gt;All these memories of you&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me, somewhere you had gone&lt;br /&gt;I belong to you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all your lies&lt;br /&gt;Remember all your sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Many clouds in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Tough to face my life&lt;br /&gt;I have to walk this street again&lt;br /&gt;This is almost mentally crime on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat *)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many days, always to hide away&lt;br /&gt;That is dead end in the vast&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on deep labyrinth with you&lt;br /&gt;Don't call my name any more&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand so long&lt;br /&gt;Creature in my mind and&lt;br /&gt;It never lets me go from you &lt;/em&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/4969947592489148382-5546544124781651397?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5546544124781651397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/scars-of-love-lyrics-filler-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5546544124781651397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5546544124781651397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/scars-of-love-lyrics-filler-post.html' title='Scars of Love lyrics (Filler post)'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-537788087446507811</id><published>2010-02-25T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T10:02:50.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 2am now and since it's so late, I won't be posting anything today. Expect a post to be up by 6pm tomorrow sharpish. Until then, see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;As we walked along the forest pathway, shaded by the crowns of the grand oak trees, memories of another forest began to flow back into my mind. An image of a wide flower field being showered by cherry blossoms affixed itself onto my mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-537788087446507811?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/537788087446507811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-2am-now-and-since-its-so-late-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/537788087446507811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/537788087446507811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-2am-now-and-since-its-so-late-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8877923459686003883</id><published>2010-02-23T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:25:07.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Evening!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, remember how I said that I no longer fall asleep in classes now? Well, that is true but instead, I now fall asleep at home while doing homework. Here's how the process goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Do work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Halfway doing work, stand up and stretch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.While stretching, catches sight of the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Decides that it is pretty harmless and laid down on the bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Decides that it IS harmless to cover myself with my blanket and curl up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Wakes after a few hours later, wondering why the world is so dark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.Five minutes later, I start to swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, not really funny. I gotta find a way to keep myself awake at HOME! Not doing coffee. I've suffered enough bodily damage from those sinful beverage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I forget, CONGRATS to both Chloe and Daryl for passing their final year thingamajig...Wait a sec, DARYL, YOU ONLY PASSED!? You need to do better, man -_-U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this morning during the bus ride, three students were playing their DSes. One was playing Mario(I could hear the coin sounds all the way from the back) and two were playing Pokemon Platinum. One of the two kids playing pokemon happened to be...me. Ah, to be young again...On a side note, my tranquil mornings are long gone. If it isn't the girls in the back row going "HEY! WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT!?!?" with a louder voice than necessary, then it's the middle and elementary schoolers yelling at or for god-knows-what. Like today, two elementary students had this to yell about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:I'M NOT TELLING YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:WHY!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.JUST TELL ME ALREADY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:I'M NOT TELLING YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:WHY!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*cycle repeats itself again*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went on and on for like 10 minutes before the bus auntie (God bless her!) saw it fit to stand in and shut them both up. Gosh, those two almost made me want to commit an international incident! How CAN Joun sleep through such a ruckus!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precalculus quiz was sweet to me. No worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...SEE? I told you there was going to be another test or quiz I'm unaware about happening this week! A Chemistry quiz just popped up on me through Hui Fang. Well, BRING IT ON! D8&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum and I have a meeting with Ms Dietrich this Friday on our university/college plans. I'm going to be the translator...as well as the main subject in the meeting. Looking forward to it much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I mention that Stephanie called me "Kevan" in front of the whole class by mistake a few days ago? Aww, she's so adorable. It's perfectly alright for anyone to call me that ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I had an interesting conversation with Micheal...oh wait, let's do a brief profiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micheal Xu is one of my first Asian friends in SAS (although he's pretty much American in nature) and also, one of the funniest amongst my new circle of friends. He's helped me much since then in ways such as giving me a rough explanation on the GPA system (with the help of another Micheal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, back to the main stuff. We had a brief discussion during free today about...Pornography...which ended with me being a "a disgrace of a man" just because I don't follow that kind of stuff. Fine with me, Micheal &gt;=) And there, you now have a place in my blog. Micheal Xu, the awesome Asian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, next. Had a phail time in English class today. Ugh, looks like I have to bring back that sick sick activity of mine again...Time to get Audacity, yet again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precalc class was pretty fun. Teamed up with Kevin against Viraj and Shoko on one of Mrs Bright's math games. They won us by two questions and got the subway cookies in the end. Ah well, fun's fun ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty, going to go back to reading this book again. See you guys tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4969947592489148382-8877923459686003883?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8877923459686003883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-good-evening-well.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8877923459686003883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8877923459686003883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-good-evening-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3148824625470803193</id><published>2010-02-22T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:10:30.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and Good Morning! =D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we're done with the Chemistry presentation. It didn't go the way I wanted it to, though. We were supposed to do actual experiments but due to a few mishaps, ingredients aren't able to be obtained. Hence, we had to move to Plan B. Videos. Ah well, guess it all still went well =) That last video of the combustion of methane gas was flashy, at least HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to finish Balzac and The Little Chinese Seamstress by Wednesday and rush the presentation so that it can be decently presentable on thursday. 170 odd pages. Shouldn't be a problem *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got a tingling feeling that we might have a First Aid pop quiz...which is why the textbook is open right in front of me now. Ain't gonna get caught unprepared like last lesson &gt;=l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precalculus quiz today! I practiced a bit before heading to bed yesterday. Should be fun HAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposed to skype with Kenny during free today...wonder if he got the message...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So during chinese class yesterday, I suddenly had the urge to move to the back of the class...Hence, seeing as the back seats were all occupied, I slowly moved my chair and table to the back, ninja style, only to have the Chinese teacher call me back Q_Q Boy, was that embarrassing! Guess tricks from ACS(I) days won't work here either (&lt;i&gt;They never worked back then too&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screwed up during Criminal Forensics yesterday. Wasn't paying attention and...messed up a few steps in fingerprint tests. Ugh, I had better buck up next lesson onwards...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinking of joining Medical Explorers, as suggested by Kevin(the French boy). I do need Community Involvement stuff, after all...hmmm....I think I'll ask around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has anyone ever heard of the vid format .wmvv? Apparently, Saya had trouble with her presentation yesterday because of that file. Maybe VLC would've fixed it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we're getting our English essays back tomorrow. FFFFFFFFFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, talk to you guys later ^^ Guy here needs to cram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-3148824625470803193?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3148824625470803193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-good-morning-d-so-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3148824625470803193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3148824625470803193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-good-morning-d-so-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3253511130207599636</id><published>2010-02-21T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T07:58:00.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom of Freedom</title><content type='html'>Answers set people apart. Through an answer, more questions are formed and people separate to seek the answers to the new questions. The cycle goes on and on...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We're nearing the age of 18 now. An age where one finds it increasingly difficult to see the falling cherry blossoms. No, maybe it isn't the difficulty. Maybe it's just us. Our own need to pity ourselves. Our tendency to form a heavy weight on our head, preventing us to look up at the skies. Human beings, such pathetic and hypocritical creatures. Yet, how they grew and prospered throughout the years with such mindsets is a total mystery indeed...or maybe, such mindsets only began appearing recently. Does this signify our end? Our demise? Another question, another answer, more questions hidden along the horizons...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had a dream once. There was a little boy shouting at a bright light in the cloud-covered sky. A picture of futile defiance. Defiance towards what? Laws? Restrictions? Yet, might it be possible that such things are the reasons as to why the boy is able to defy right now? Such hypocritical creatures...but amusing too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What do we fear? Why do we fear what hasn't come yet? The future holds many uncertainties but that is why it is called the "future", isn't it? Yet. why do we continue to seek answers? Whether we do or not, the future still comes. Why do we persist to wound ourselves against such an enormous adversary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As large and invincible the adversary standing in our way is, we keep walking. There is no such term as "worthless" in our history. Whatever we do, every single little thing we do, the world moves on by a bit. It's only because of our combined efforts in moving forward, can the world itself, move. Much like a wheel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We fear the future because we fear the past. We are bound to our memories. We fear a repeat of past tragedies. Yet, though history tends to repeat itself, through our fear, the future does not repeat as many mistakes as were made in the past. Thus, the world continues to move on, inching ever closer to its demise and a new beginning...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Though everything we do may be pointless, though we all end up in the same place in the end, why do we keep moving? This is a curious question. What brings forth our desires to move? Is it to improve our current situations? Our lives? In doing so, we take risks. Yet, most of us are unaware that we are taking risks as we move. Ignorance is bliss, indeed. How many would dare take a step if they knew that single step may cause a death of millions?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Human beings. Fragile, ignorant beings. Yet, their spirits deserve much applause. Despite being chained to so much, they continue moving. A perseverance we all hold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet, where do I stand? Why do I keep moving? Is it for the eternal emerald plains? Is it for an end? No. I keep moving because I keep moving. If I take a step, then what is preventing me to take another step? Hence, I do so and I keep doing so. I know not where my path leads me. I care not whether I emerge successful. In front of such a powerful adversary such as fate, it might be easier to just submit. Yet, it  is because of that single step I took when I was born, that I keep moving on, even now. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hus, therein lies the meaning of freedom. A lie and a truth at the same time. Just like the wind, we do not possess freedom. We are chained to ourselves. We are chained as who we are currently. Chained by the strongest links. Thus, freedom is forever out of our grasp. Yet, it is intriguing. An answer that produces many possibilities. An answer that leads to another answer. A network of answers. All true. The fact that numerous answers exist for each question, yet none are wrong, is the true meaning of freedom itself. A never-ending journey...That, is freedom. Much like the story of the Wind, itself tasked with a never-ending path.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-3253511130207599636?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3253511130207599636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/wisdom-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3253511130207599636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3253511130207599636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/wisdom-of-freedom.html' title='Wisdom of Freedom'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-9115338095931507371</id><published>2010-02-20T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:15:04.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!Hello and Good AFTEEERRNNOOOONNN!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished rehearsing for the chemistry presentation with Nathan over Skype. I don't think I've ever used Skype this much =) (except for WoW with Daryl) Lessee...Presentation done! Script...Done! Only thing left to do for preparation is to test out the demos during my free period tomorrow...with Mr Bright's permission, of course ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's coming up for next week: Chemistry presentation with Nathan on Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   English Presentation with Matt on Thursday (Oh shit....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                           Photo potrait on Wednesay. Don't have one yet.And I need one &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   for the yearbook...lest I remain FACELESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   Pre-Calculus Quiz and test on Tuesday and...Friday &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   respectively. Opportunity to raise my grade SPOTTED! *-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                           Expecting my English essay to be returned. I'm so gonna fail it. &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   Expecting a BIG FAT F and a huge fall in my grade. We're &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   talking about A- to D+, YO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                           And we all know there's going to be at least two other tests and &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;   quiz stuffed into this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does this mean? It means the week's going to get interesting =D So many opportunities to raise my grades~! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the previous post, expect the next story I write on this blog to be a direct continuation of that. I don't think I did character interactions that well and I'm not sure if that dead and cold feeling could be felt through my words Q_Q. Gawd, I think I need to play Resident Evil or Silent Hill to get a good grasp on how to write stuff like these...then again, maybe not. T_T....yea, definitely not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legard and Mirasha's story is still in the planning stage. I've written a prototype first chapter for the story and I think I captured Mirasha's character well for that chapter.=) The story will be in first-person, by the way =D Which reminds me, I need to finish writing Kevan's prologue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with this, the timer is reset and we have another 5 days until weekends =D...OH CRAP, I still need to do up my resume D8&lt;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still wondering what I should get for breakfast tomorrow. Hmm...Subway breakfast? Egg and Bacon or Egg and steak? Ugh, both sound so good....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From tomorrow onwards, my lunch will be this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S4EoCT2gOBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6vIz_GlIrOI/s1600-h/Nestle_Koko_Crunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S4EoCT2gOBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6vIz_GlIrOI/s400/Nestle_Koko_Crunch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440673844993996818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh...yes, the small-sized version,together with a carton of plain milk...I'm serious! I swear I won't be tempted by the Nasi Briyani...I MEANT IT =.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smell fish coming from the kitchen now which means...FISH BEE HOON FOR DINNER!?NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's almost time for me to pick my second club. I'm thinking of Gay/Straight Alliance(got influenced by a certain monkey), PEACE initiative or SAVE Paper(Can't do plastic. They hate my bottle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, a few more days till my Index Figurine arrives x3 WHOOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all for today. I'll leave you all to figure out where the current blog music is from. Answer comes tomorrow and no cookies for right answers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-9115338095931507371?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/9115338095931507371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellohello-and-good-afteeerrnnoooonnn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/9115338095931507371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/9115338095931507371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellohello-and-good-afteeerrnnoooonnn.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S4EoCT2gOBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/6vIz_GlIrOI/s72-c/Nestle_Koko_Crunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5680118029377313263</id><published>2010-02-20T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:50:57.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"I don't like how things are going", Kevan frowned. " For such an important personnel to be aboard, there should be loads of guards on the train! Yet, we've passed 5 carriages and haven't seen a single soul!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Reika sat down on one of the seats and pondered. She stared at the sunset through the window for a long time. Finally, she spoke slowly with a tensed voice," I know. I know what you mean.This...All this...it all feels terribly wrong." She shivered and suddenly, her face was wet with sweat and her eyes showed signs of panic. All this was unnerving. Something was wrong. It was as if a cold, ill air hung around them, turning all their senses useless. It as another long wait before Kevan finally broke the silence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" I'm going to continue exploring. Reika, you're in no shape to fight. You stay here." He then turned to Kou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;" Can you stay here?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kou grinned and patted Kevan's back before sitting down opposite of the now trembling Reika. Kevan smiled as assuredly as he could before leaving the carriage with Altaria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The duo was now on the 3 carriage ever since they separated with the group. With each step they took, the air around them grew heavier. Not only that, what was that god awful smell? It's making it hard for me to breath, Kevan thought irritably. He looked back at Altaria and saw that she too, was stumbling along her steps. "Are you alright?", Kevan asked with a strained voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Don't worry about me. Keep going.",she waved her hand towards the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Back in the 5th carriage, Reika had finally calmed herself. She and Kou had begun to move towards the end of the carriage when something caught her eye. According to her pocket watch, it had only been 5 minutes from the time when she had a fit until now. Yet, the sun was now gone from the horizons, only to be replaced by gloomy clouds and grey skies. It was absolutely dreary...wait, this atmosphere...it couldn't be! Reika stopped and gasped in horror. She knew what had happened now. If she was right, then Kevan and Altaria must not advance to the engine room! Swallowing her uneasiness, she shouted at Kou," Kou! We have to hurry. I...I know what it is now!"Kou, alarmed at the urgency in her voice, nodded and began to transform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They were both in the first carriage now. The wooden board below their feet seemed to grab onto them, pulling them back. There was something ahead. Something they should not even dream of confronting. As if prompted, Altaria quickly withdrew her sword. Their answers lied behind that door, waiting to strike at them , should they continue to seek them out. Kevan looked back and nodded to Altaria before slowly opening the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The engine room had that blaring noise that all trains had. The sounds of the pump moving and the train chugging along the railway. Yet, even though the furnace was burning properly, the air in the room seemed to be even colder than the air from the last carriage, maybe below freezing point even. However, what was really unusual was a man in a suit standing in the middle of the room. The man was plump and had a balding head. He had rather bushy eyebrows and his eyes were as small as plain lines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kevan felt a wave of relief engulf him. There was nothing there in the room. Everything was as it should be. He then turned back and started heading back towards the previous carriage. Before he could do that, he felt a hand shake him vigorously on the shoulder. Wait, what was he doing? No, there is something wrong here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Kevan, focus! Don't let him take your mind!", Altaria shouted, her sword at the ready as she faced the man with a glare that could kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kevan shook his head and felt that sense of wrongness flood him almost immediately. He looked at the man. Something bad was here. The man radiated all sorts of wrongness and...what was that smell? It hung so heavily in the air now! The man's smile became wider and he opened his arms, as if he was welcoming us to something. The room suddenly grew dark. The train had now entered a tunnel. Then in the middle of the encroaching darkness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Welcome to my collection!", a dry and greasy voice rung out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Darkness slipped away from the room and Kevan saw the horror in front of him. The man was gone now and what replaced him, was a creature with no regular form. It had a gooey,greyish body and spikes poking out of it. It had no eyes, no mouths and two extremely large,thin and sharp pincers extended from the front of the body, where its arms should be, and, Kevan quickly noted, it filled up half the engine room alone. Not only that, several corpses now stood along the walls of the train. The corpses of humans that looked like their skin had been sucked off and what remained were red flesh and something beating in their chests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kevan could not feel his legs at all. The cold and dead feeling had filled his whole body now. He watched as Altaria flashed past him,with a determined look, and lunged at the creature. She was an inch away when a corpse flung itself at her and kicked her away, flinging her towards him and making both of them crash into each other. Then out of the corner of his eyes, the creature flicked its pincers. There was a loud shattering sound as the windows along the room shattered and we were both flung into the previous carriage from the force of that flick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; Before Altaria could regain her balance, the creature emitted a mighty and gurgling roar. Hordes of the corpses began climbing into the carriage, shattering the windows along the way. The duo regained their balance and Kevan summoned Ventirel into his hand, as Altaria began to chop at the corpses frantically. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As Kevan continued to chop relentlessly at everything that came his way, the previously cut corpses began to extend fleshy tendrils to their other half and began to rejoin. The sight of it almost caused Kevan to retch. It was almost as if they were playing a renown horror game, only that this one smelled and it felt cold. And it was real too. Kevan summoned up his will and let it loose as he swung his sword, unleashing sharp waves of wind which tore through all the corpses within range. From the corner of his eyes, Kevan saw the waves of light coming from Altaria's blade disintegrate whole chunks of bloody and pulsing bodies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yet, for every corpses which were cut, more continued to climb into the carriage and the downed corpses also continued to regenerate. Gradually, the duo was pushed into a corner as more and more corpses filled the carriage.  With how the sky looked like and the situation they were in, it was a complete nightmare. She might not look it but he knew. The waves of light, dependent on Altaria's will and belief in herself, began to grow weaker and when it used to flash, it now pulsed and slowly ebbed away as it went further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He could not lose hope now! He had to protect the King. That was his duty as the Knight. Kevan summoned up the memory closest to his heart, that smile from his dreams. Filling himself up with his own will, Kevan unleashed it all around the duo as he roared at the heavens. Instantly, a gigantic tornado surrounded both Altaria and Kevan, blowing away all the corpses in the carriage, together with the carriage ceiling. As the storm subsided, Kevan began to feel weaker and weaker. His strength had almost all been spent on that last push. His knees finally gave way and he began to fall, only to be caught by Altaria's bloody hands, blood that was not of hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"Hey, Kevan! Stay with me! Kevan!", Altaria screamed with terror. With his sight blurring and the darkness beginning to swallow him bit by bit, Kevan used his remaining strength to look up at the mountains towering imperiously above him. Dark clouds gathered around the sky above them. It was littered with vultures and crows, all squawking eagerly at the sight of their food. There. He saw it. On the mountain side next to the running train. Countless bodies of red were running and scrambling, pursuing the train. Some began to jump and landed on the carriage. There was no end to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kevan felt a hand drag him backwards. Altaria stood now, on the side of the cliff on which, the railway was laid on. Another step back and it was a straight fall into the waters, surrounded with sharp spikes of rock. Kevan tried his best to stay conscious but he felt nothing in his body. What used to be his own body felt like jelly now. He had no strength left. Another tug. Altaria was now dragging his limp body by the waist. He could feel the ill wind rush through his hair and face. He then called out to the air with his thoughts. "Help....."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5680118029377313263?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5680118029377313263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/unseen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5680118029377313263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5680118029377313263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/unseen.html' title='The Unseen'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8090538529822298154</id><published>2010-02-19T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T04:11:27.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S357_EOHHmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u5jHKryMSa4/s1600-h/DSC03551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S357_EOHHmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u5jHKryMSa4/s400/DSC03551.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439921723305041506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! Hello and GOOOD EVENING! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend's are here! I have a dental appointment tomorrow and after that, I'm supposed to accompany my mum to a condominium showroom just next to Paragon. After that, we lunch at Crystal Jade (La Mian, probably)with the Citibank banker in charge of my mum's account. I think that's the plan for tomorrow. What about you? What are you all planning to do tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, time for my progress report! Here it is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S357_gFF_xI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/erxdFEy1_oY/s1600-h/ScreenShot063.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S357_gFF_xI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/erxdFEy1_oY/s400/ScreenShot063.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439921730783411986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As seen from here ( &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S1rThlaTpuI/AAAAAAAAAuY/eWWb8K-A3AQ/s1600-h/ScreenShot043.bmp"&gt;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S1rThlaTpuI/AAAAAAAAAuY/eWWb8K-A3AQ/s1600-h/ScreenShot043.bmp&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English: Haven't budged an inch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Criminal Forensics: An unexpected 90%! COOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese: Upped by 1%! Not bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Aid: Upped by 1%...somehow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-calculus: From 70% to the current 84.8%! EXCELLENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry: From 108% to 93%. Well, I can't always be THAT awesome &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interim: A WHOPPING 100%! WOOHOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of interesting things happened during these 3 days...alright, not a lot but enough to keep my happy =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Safety first aid: T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-Calculus: Pretty fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English: Funny, aye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat with Stephanie and Hui Fang for Chinese (seats were curiously arranged into groups of 3s). Got unwillingly dragged into one of their funny arguments about who's meaner...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HF: I'm not mean, right Kenneth? Cmon, I was friends with you first before Stephanie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S: I TALKED to him during the first lesson!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HF: That isn't really considered talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K: For lord's sake, DON'T bring me into this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chemistry had me chatting with Mr Bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: One of the guys from Interim introduced me to Jewish Reggae. Jewish Reggae. That's bizarre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K: How so, sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: Ever heard of Jewish Reggae?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K: Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: See? It's bizarre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*in mind* So...why is it bizarre? 0_0U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And during break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micheal surfed through my blog while we were eating...was a bit awkward, I guess ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH YEA, Matt visits my blog too! HAH =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Aid: CRAP almost fell asleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pre-Calculus: Pretty standard, I guess. Shared  salted peanuts with the guy sitting behind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English: Essay failed. BAAAAAAD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's pretty much it. Will post more later on. Back to work.&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/4969947592489148382-8090538529822298154?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8090538529822298154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-goood-evening-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8090538529822298154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8090538529822298154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-goood-evening-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S357_EOHHmI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/u5jHKryMSa4/s72-c/DSC03551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8946920768970310067</id><published>2010-02-17T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:33:28.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No new post for today. I'm EXTREMELY irritated now. Come back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8946920768970310067?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8946920768970310067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-new-post-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8946920768970310067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8946920768970310067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-new-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3264391514935584128</id><published>2010-02-16T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:45:56.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!Hello and Good Evening, Ladies and Gentlemen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had great fun and sufficient rest over the Chinese New Year! Did you extort enough money out of your relatives to last for a whole year? Prayed hard enough for success? Visited (and corrupted) enough relatives and the children of your relatives....and the CHILDREN's children of your relatives? Well, if you hadn't, it's TOO LATE! School starts tomorrow, regardless of how much you yay or nay at it! Prepare for sleepless nights and homework piles that simply REFUSE to grow shorter!...Aw, cmon, it isn't going to be that bad! As long as you plan your time properly(while we're at this, BIG THANKS to Sam for giving me that link on time-boxing) and be consistent in finishing your work (properly)! Then again, being kids from the new gen, I doubt any one of you would actually do those -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just found out that the number of homework/assignments I have to submit over the next two days total up to...0. Yea, I'm outraged at this fact too. I feel GUILTY not having any work...oh wait, I still have to submit that sketchbook to Ms Harvey tomorrow...And speaking of Ms Harvey, I have to attend the Parent's Night which will be happening on the 1st of March. It's the occasion where parents attend this event where they are...sort of enlightened about what their kids did during Interim and what they have err...got out of it. As for me, my mum is going to just view the exhibits that I drew and...kinda chat around...wait scratch that, she can't. She only speaks Chinese...and I can totally imagine what's going to happen on that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Dear, what did you draw on this one?&lt;br /&gt;K: Erm...as you can see-&lt;br /&gt;M:OH, I get it! It's abstract!&lt;br /&gt;K: *facepalm* NO, MUM!  That's just a drawing of the steps beside the Merlion!&lt;br /&gt;M:OH! And this one...would be the Merlion?&lt;br /&gt;K: *facewall* NO! That's my LOGO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while all of you lucky &lt;censored&gt; were chomping on your steamboat-cooked meat for your reunion dinner, I had this for my "reunion" dinner...&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3rFwQtPAPI/AAAAAAAAA14/CNC5cW8WiUw/s1600-h/DSC03538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3rFwQtPAPI/AAAAAAAAA14/CNC5cW8WiUw/s400/DSC03538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438876932912382194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess the meal DID look good and my..uhh...disappointment did diminish when I think about the people starving along the streets during Chinese New Year Eve...but...it just ain't reunion dinner without the steamboat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3rFwz4sKGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DXypqDYnah4/s1600-h/DSC03548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3rFwz4sKGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/DXypqDYnah4/s400/DSC03548.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438876942355671138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it finally came,late by one day. By the way, I finished about 1.5 of that plate of raw food (when it got cooked, of course!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3rFxKlrzmI/AAAAAAAAA2I/_0UgUM-DG_A/s1600-h/DSC03550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3rFxKlrzmI/AAAAAAAAA2I/_0UgUM-DG_A/s400/DSC03550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438876948449971810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on Monday, I went out with Daryl and Chloe for a movie outing and we had lunch at New York New York where I ordered THIS! Was pretty good, come to think of it but Fisherios was definitely better. It was Percy Jackson by the way, the movie, that is. The book was definitely better. Movie had no Ares and destroyed pretty much most of the important plot points of the book. Hopefully, it doesn't perform as badly as Eragon... That actress who played Annabeth had lots of charm though and I think the actor who played Percy was just held back by the director or something. He had lots of untapped potential (THAT and I'd have chased after him if I was a girl or a gay ;) )&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think I've forgotten what you did to me, Daryl...&gt;8(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And while you all were messing around with your cousins, Kenneth was doing...this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4d7150124dfc554b" 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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d7150124dfc554b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167803%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29E5A7504EA895630444516B567CDDA64138149.4310FC1F03E61FE8E5E8825E3305D3EE9F1CD97E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d7150124dfc554b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DapGCup4qpA6PIfRf7Bztw0jb7i4&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.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4d7150124dfc554b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331167803%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29E5A7504EA895630444516B567CDDA64138149.4310FC1F03E61FE8E5E8825E3305D3EE9F1CD97E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4d7150124dfc554b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DapGCup4qpA6PIfRf7Bztw0jb7i4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's it for today! Toodles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-3264391514935584128?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3264391514935584128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellohello-and-good-evening-ladies-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3264391514935584128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3264391514935584128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellohello-and-good-evening-ladies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3rFwQtPAPI/AAAAAAAAA14/CNC5cW8WiUw/s72-c/DSC03538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1965684790681894153</id><published>2010-02-12T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:51:54.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Chinese New Year and Valentine's Day, readers! Hope you're all excited (or in some cases, dreading) to meet your relatives again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics for the last two days of Interim. Meant to post this yesterday but was caught in a long and semi-depressing chat with Rachel (the kind which makes you go OMG OMG OMG SHIIIITTT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZIn6PwtYI/AAAAAAAAA1o/_fKC41sk7u0/s1600-h/DSC03457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZIn6PwtYI/AAAAAAAAA1o/_fKC41sk7u0/s400/DSC03457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437613450583913858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On thursday, we had an Amazing Race-esque competition and I swear, I did NOT do whatever I'm doing on top on my own free will!From the left, Deniz(refuses to tell me his nationality. He's a Singaporean citizen now),Sulonge (? that how you spell her name?), Carmen (prob Singaporean) and Vanessa (Taiwanese). This was outside the Victoria Opera(?) Theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZF6WHxoyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/K_jDTJVVJ60/s1600-h/DSC03452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZF6WHxoyI/AAAAAAAAA1g/K_jDTJVVJ60/s400/DSC03452.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437610468769375010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and THIS, was where I sat while I sketched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZF57kbL8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/p58XOXf6oao/s1600-h/DSC03466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZF57kbL8I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/p58XOXf6oao/s400/DSC03466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437610461641781186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like I said, I don't usually do this kind of stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZEVO7jJRI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ojGM2YNDivQ/s1600-h/DSC03472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZEVO7jJRI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/ojGM2YNDivQ/s400/DSC03472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437608731672257810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZEUiyE0yI/AAAAAAAAA1I/OHbLUc1KCrA/s1600-h/DSC03522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZEUiyE0yI/AAAAAAAAA1I/OHbLUc1KCrA/s400/DSC03522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437608719821361954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS was how SAS celebrated Chinese New Year. Good fun to them but awkward for us all &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZET8B8XCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/G8RgCSX5dP4/s1600-h/DSC03534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZET8B8XCI/AAAAAAAAA1A/G8RgCSX5dP4/s400/DSC03534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437608709418933282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last day. Taking pictures for memories. This is Mr. Zul, the expert on photography in school. Very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZETKu39KI/AAAAAAAAA04/VVRnXLAgc1s/s1600-h/DSC03535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZETKu39KI/AAAAAAAAA04/VVRnXLAgc1s/s400/DSC03535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437608696185615522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we all know Ms Barbara Harvey now. Wacky and weird but very kind. She called me the class paparazzi...Should I be happy about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZESbfSqRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Y4acHUyobbw/s1600-h/DSC03536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZESbfSqRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Y4acHUyobbw/s400/DSC03536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437608683503790354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, to end this post. Willow and Kenneth laughs at you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1965684790681894153?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1965684790681894153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-and-valentines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1965684790681894153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1965684790681894153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-and-valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3ZIn6PwtYI/AAAAAAAAA1o/_fKC41sk7u0/s72-c/DSC03457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-971453461169890768</id><published>2010-02-10T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T08:57:25.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another close friend joins the ranks. My network just grew a bit larger. Today has been an excellent day =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was talking to Michelle about how when people around us start getting married, they'll just become more and more distant from us. I mean, guy friends who gets married will have to spend more time with their families and they will not be as available to you as in the past. Superficial talk is still possible but the real, heart to heart talks will slowly disappear as the bonds go thin. The same goes for female friends too. Imagine this. You hang out with a close female friend who is married. Rumours and misunderstandings are bound to appear and things will get ugly then. These complications totally suck. I have no idea why they even exist in the first place if all it does is to hinder relationships between people. Guess an Irregular like me shouldn't expect to understand a common concept like this so easily...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, at the end, Michelle agreed with me that marriage DOES suck. It's a lonely business. Maybe I should just stay single forever. Hah, that's an interesting thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just realised that Yin Wei called me "sista" on her 2nd latest tag. I am amused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now officially the camwhore of the Visual Arts Interim now. Whenever Ms Harvey is introducing different ways of doing art, a musical tone will suddenly sound out from under the table and everyone's eyes will automatically direct their attention on the person sitting beside Ms Harvey. Yes, that's me. Then Ms Harvey will go." Kenneth, you're hilarious!" and everyone will start laughing. Aye, fond memories....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go sleep now. I finally caught up to Rachel on the mrt today =) Had an entertaining chat where she was semi-outraged that I did not have to take PE any loner (credit requirement fulfilled) Speaking of which, Interim is quickly drawing to a close. It's going to be back to lessons soon and I'm sure I'll miss the times we're having now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Irregular...huh? I wonder if I'm still considered one, considering the kind of person I am now. Short 2 months, drastic changes in the inner parts of my being. Might just be the result of finally being free from the lock of the local education system. Aye...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to agree with Yin Wei here. C'est la vie? That might be true for you all but I'm not here to live a mediocre life, cooped up in an office for 24/7 and earning a salary just by reading, organising and signing documents forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well then, see you folks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-971453461169890768?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/971453461169890768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-close-friend-joins-ranks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/971453461169890768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/971453461169890768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-close-friend-joins-ranks.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3269910172913549167</id><published>2010-02-10T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T06:22:20.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day spent with Silk Screens and Sinks</title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and GOOOOOOOO- Ah crap, forgot the greeting again *AHEM* HELLO AND A PLEASANT EVENING TO ALL! (There we go. Chatting with Michelle while typing zis out haHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for a photo barrage, my curious readers =) So, I was mistaken yesterday. We weren't designing clothes but instead, we were supposed to come up with our OWN designs and patterns and imprint them on a polo T the school got for us=) (with the 500 bucks we paid, no doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpRi2YUcI/AAAAAAAAA0o/_aYVQJG_IrU/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpRi2YUcI/AAAAAAAAA0o/_aYVQJG_IrU/s400/DSC03394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436593819067371970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't expect to list all their names out, cause I WON'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpRG2BwqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/05PJFrmI0zs/s1600-h/DSC03399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpRG2BwqI/AAAAAAAAA0g/05PJFrmI0zs/s400/DSC03399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436593811549700770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The perfect couple,Willow and Kaho. Both managed to catch me on film and Willow was like "HAH, I got you on photo this time round!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpQjMIyAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ewP8si7o3KA/s1600-h/DSC03409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpQjMIyAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ewP8si7o3KA/s400/DSC03409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436593801978759170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The RACKS of prints we made, all waiting to be dried before we take em out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpQOS2aiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/vzNZL-B1h5A/s1600-h/DSC03410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpQOS2aiI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/vzNZL-B1h5A/s400/DSC03410.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436593796369771042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us working on the imprintings. My spot is the one in the centre of the photo ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpPpaeCrI/AAAAAAAAA0I/DOyARqp7UFw/s1600-h/DSC03411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpPpaeCrI/AAAAAAAAA0I/DOyARqp7UFw/s400/DSC03411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436593786469616306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The racks of silk screens. A silk screen is basically a sheet of extremely fine silk net in a wooden/aluminium frame =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KmAPJ5_UI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OuhS6tG3ux4/s1600-h/DSC03412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KmAPJ5_UI/AAAAAAAAA0A/OuhS6tG3ux4/s400/DSC03412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436590223187901762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dump for all the....paint. We call it the bin for "goop". Nah, we didn't throw it away in the end. Ms Harvey had something special in mind for this...Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl-S0Lz6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/GDrRBeU3BUg/s1600-h/DSC03414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl-S0Lz6I/AAAAAAAAAz4/GDrRBeU3BUg/s400/DSC03414.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436590189810798498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The couple makes their appearance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl92MNsUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/PMl_4D7BFKc/s1600-h/DSC03421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl92MNsUI/AAAAAAAAAzw/PMl_4D7BFKc/s400/DSC03421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436590182126956866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aye, Ms Harvey is a major supporter of the Apple brand ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl9KkTL1I/AAAAAAAAAzo/3734WB9jwxY/s1600-h/DSC03425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl9KkTL1I/AAAAAAAAAzo/3734WB9jwxY/s400/DSC03425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436590170416820050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Onto different stuff, the middle schoolers are having their sports competition today and ugh, annoying as hell. One of my friends was caught in a crossfire of gum on her bus this morning. Apparently, it was the Middle School girls who started throwing at the...Elementary school boys. I dunno whether to find that funny or pathetic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl8r3JR1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/IUO4FYnjRWw/s1600-h/DSC03424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Kl8r3JR1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/IUO4FYnjRWw/s400/DSC03424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436590162174363474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See? That's middle schoolers for you! Tch, what a waste! Reminds me of my years in ACS(I), *sigh*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I had been thinking of asking Mr Norcott about having me released early on friday because I REALLY want to attend AJC's chinese celebration which is being MCed by a close friend Q_Q Then, I realised that I would have to get my mum to write a letter and YOU ALL know how my mum is so...Mission Failed...EVEN before it's been fully planned *annoyed*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So tomorrow, well be heading to the Merlion to paint. Feel free to come down and say hi. We'll be there till 12.30pm...or was it 1.30? ARGH cant remember and I've LOST my itinerary sheet!Woe is me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, thats it for me today! Lunch was Subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4969947592489148382-3269910172913549167?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3269910172913549167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-spent-with-silk-screens-and-sinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3269910172913549167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3269910172913549167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-spent-with-silk-screens-and-sinks.html' title='A Day spent with Silk Screens and Sinks'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3KpRi2YUcI/AAAAAAAAA0o/_aYVQJG_IrU/s72-c/DSC03394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8983279283324561807</id><published>2010-02-09T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:00:29.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3F0W50X2gI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0kCp0oz0Nao/s1600-h/vlcsnap-2010-02-09-22h37m53s171.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3F0W50X2gI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0kCp0oz0Nao/s400/vlcsnap-2010-02-09-22h37m53s171.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436254162039331330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just finished watching 5 Centimetres per Second (recommended by Sherly) and OMG, it's so friggin sad Q_Q More on this tomorrow. Time to turn in. I think we're...designing shirts tomorrow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8983279283324561807?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8983279283324561807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-finished-watching-5-centimetres.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8983279283324561807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8983279283324561807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-finished-watching-5-centimetres.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3F0W50X2gI/AAAAAAAAAyw/0kCp0oz0Nao/s72-c/vlcsnap-2010-02-09-22h37m53s171.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-5862953661915737230</id><published>2010-02-09T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T03:40:00.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and pleasant evening to all! How did your day go? Tired after a hard day's work? Working hard or hardly working? =)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's day 2 of my Interim (which frankly, wasn't as great as yesterday) We visited Pottery Jungle in the morning and...I'll let the pics do a bit of talking for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Eth5GQ0JI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ynu-_Ungz4M/s1600-h/DSC03359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Eth5GQ0JI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ynu-_Ungz4M/s400/DSC03359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436176285498921106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the "lobby" part of the area. As you can see, twas still quite early ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3EthQZ3JcI/AAAAAAAAAyY/SEwX1e6XbHI/s1600-h/DSC03362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3EthQZ3JcI/AAAAAAAAAyY/SEwX1e6XbHI/s400/DSC03362.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436176274575271362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the Dragon's Kiln. It's basically a big ass oven the potters use to bake their clay pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Etg42ghRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tFS3-Yfz5os/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Etg42ghRI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/tFS3-Yfz5os/s400/DSC03369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436176268252972306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The inside of the Dragon's Kiln. I think no one is allowed to enter but being the mischievious and curious explorer that I am, I couldn't resist trespassing ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3EtgcA3NaI/AAAAAAAAAyI/B6qlREQtxoc/s1600-h/DSC03378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3EtgcA3NaI/AAAAAAAAAyI/B6qlREQtxoc/s400/DSC03378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436176260511774114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had lunch in Sakae Sushi with teammates and...8 plates of sushi ^^ Twas a MROOOW nice meal XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Etf13XP7I/AAAAAAAAAyA/X9-9DCy8ebE/s1600-h/DSC03383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Etf13XP7I/AAAAAAAAAyA/X9-9DCy8ebE/s400/DSC03383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436176250271383474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Willow being a bubble fairy. He was dancing around, letting the wind blow the bubble out. We stayed in that spot for a looong time to experience the number of ways you could have fun with...soap bubbles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3EyYUeZ4PI/AAAAAAAAAyo/_pxnF7KjTN0/s1600-h/DSC03388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3EyYUeZ4PI/AAAAAAAAAyo/_pxnF7KjTN0/s400/DSC03388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436181618607382770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is mainly for Sherly. THAT's what I meant by holga cam cams. They're made up of plastic and do not run on batteries. I'd prefer my Sony digi cam cam though. It sucks not knowing how the picture you just took look like =) According to Mr Zul, one of THAT can cost from 20 bucks all the way to 200 ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-5862953661915737230?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/5862953661915737230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-pleasant-evening-to-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5862953661915737230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/5862953661915737230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-pleasant-evening-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3Eth5GQ0JI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Ynu-_Ungz4M/s72-c/DSC03359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-438020325834146460</id><published>2010-02-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T08:55:40.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interim Semester: Visual Arts Day 1</title><content type='html'>I'm going with a photo post for today. Am really tired from all that clay work and would really like to turn in ASAP. That explains the lack of greeting too btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A-tR7vUTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SyFIbyH9DDI/s1600-h/DSC03331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A-tR7vUTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SyFIbyH9DDI/s400/DSC03331.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435913697865191730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's our teacher-in-charge for our Interim Semester:Visual Arts. Ms Barbara Harvey is her name. Very fun teacher. Wacky and has a serious coffee addiction (according to her) and yes, that's a block of clay. The three students in the right are Kaho (from the left), Georg and...and...ARGH I forgot her name again...Difficult to pronounce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A-s7vzsMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/BfSVDh1Ge18/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A-s7vzsMI/AAAAAAAAAxw/BfSVDh1Ge18/s400/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435913691909566658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the potter's wheel. Very fun to look at, very difficult to work with. I had to try 8 times to make a proper cup or bowl before I completely gave up. Needless to say, the Earth and I have no affinity for each other. Oh, and it feels disgusting too. Feels wet, sticky with the sickly squish squish sound...well, you get what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A-sbniMMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/SiFANKi1Srk/s1600-h/DSC03343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A-sbniMMI/AAAAAAAAAxo/SiFANKi1Srk/s400/DSC03343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435913683284930754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mini-lecture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9Vu0qjtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HOjdrvuMy9o/s1600-h/DSC03344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9Vu0qjtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HOjdrvuMy9o/s400/DSC03344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912193791659730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9Vu0qjtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HOjdrvuMy9o/s1600-h/DSC03344.JPG"&gt;Apparently, some people were so focused on their work that they ignored the lecture. Hand-moulding the clay, unlike the potter's wheel, is plenty fun! It makes you feel calm and you can talk to people while working on it! I was apprehensive in the beginning about the fact that I might not be able to make something worth some value but what I learned about clay, is that if you let your imagination control your hands, the clay will slowly form into the shape you have in mind =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9Vu0qjtI/AAAAAAAAAxg/HOjdrvuMy9o/s1600-h/DSC03344.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9VLAZ10I/AAAAAAAAAxY/Ficj4OHKhcQ/s1600-h/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9VLAZ10I/AAAAAAAAAxY/Ficj4OHKhcQ/s400/DSC03347.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912184177219394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's what I made. Difficult to see what it really is but what I had in mind in the beginning was to make an ancient ruin of an advanced civilization that fell. After awhile, I figured that it'd take FOREVER to make all the small little buildings so instead, I opted for a mish mash. Look below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9UmUtttI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cGm5ODncRj0/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9UmUtttI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/cGm5ODncRj0/s400/DSC03346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912174330296018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't see it clearly but on that stone slab, it says "Event Horizon". To make things simple, Event Horizons refers to the area where timelines get dumped because the future had been altered, hence all that ruin-looking structures. They are structures which existed in different worlds, dimensions and times! Alot of people thought it was actually cool and Ms Harvey thought it suited me because...I'm a Math person? Huh? 0_0a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9T_p2j3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/dZvVJ4E3uUQ/s1600-h/DSC03353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9T_p2j3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/dZvVJ4E3uUQ/s400/DSC03353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912163949973362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aye, I've grown a bit into a camwhore.That guy standing up is Deniz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9Tb-vhLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/sakL4eju0tw/s1600-h/DSC03355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A9Tb-vhLI/AAAAAAAAAxA/sakL4eju0tw/s400/DSC03355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435912154373915826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is probably the COOLEST 11th grader I have ever met. His name is Willow and he and Kaho are a couple (aww so cute...) and if you can inch your eyes closer a bit, what he's making is something like an octopus sticking onto a slab of rock under the sea. Someone called it the Kraken. Looked cool to me =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, for tomorrow, we're heading to Arab Street for photo takings with...Holga Cam cams. I have no idea how to explain what they are to you all tomorrow but expect loads of pictures tomorrow ^^ Oh yea, I gotta call them at 1pm too...Hope all goes well F)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES, SHERLY! GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE! XDDDD&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/4969947592489148382-438020325834146460?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/438020325834146460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/interim-semester-visual-arts-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/438020325834146460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/438020325834146460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/interim-semester-visual-arts-day-1.html' title='Interim Semester: Visual Arts Day 1'/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S3A-tR7vUTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/SyFIbyH9DDI/s72-c/DSC03331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-8825482303080373033</id><published>2010-02-08T01:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T02:24:56.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just as the gun went off, the ship shook and a loud blast was heard somewhere below us. The bullet missed Kevan's left ear by inches as everyone lost their balance. Kevan,as he was falling down, quickly took the chance to aim and throw his knife at the General's hand . The sharp blade did not meet its target but was close enough to land a deep cut. The General dropped his gun instantaneously and howled in pain, cursing in Artasian. Altaria, who had regained her balance beforehand quickly took my hand and threw me out into the corridor before she got out of the room herself. Panting, she quickly locked the door to the cockpit, trapping the General inside. "What happened?What was the blast?", Kevan yelled at her just as the ship was rocked by another blast.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I do not know but we cannot afford to stay here! The ship could sink at any minute!", she replied as calmly as she could while helping me up. Still holding her warm hand, they both ran towards the stairs heading up, trying hard to balance themselves amidst all the rocking. The ship was sinking fast. Kevan knew it. He felt that lurching feel in his guts, the kind of feel you get when an airplane descends suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The lower levels were in a mayhem. The marines were all scrambled up. No responses or commands were coming from the control room and no one knew what was going on. Everyone was running around, some carrying buckets of water and others just shouting, screaming at each other. Outside, on the deck, marines were fighting amongst themselves in order to be able to board the lifeboats. Pathetic, Kevan thought. Especially when they are marines. It felt like it had been ages since they sneaked into the ship. The air would have tasted fresh and sweet if not for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BOOM! A louder blast rung out and instantly, smoke began to pour out from the compartments below deck. Whoever was doing all this had a lot of guts, Kevan mused. The duo was running through the deck now, reaching for the ladder thrown down to them from the Aier. Bullets flew past them as some of the more aware marines began shooting at them. Just then, another blast rung out and smoke, black as night, began to fly out from the back of the ship. Kevan looked at Altaria and they both grinned. He knew what was happening now. Only one person in the world had such audacity to pull off such an outrageous stunt. Especially a stunt which involved blowing up the engine of a ship under the command of the best Marine General of the Vilutz Alliance. Knowing there was no need to worry now, Kevan quickened his pace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as they were halfway there, an annoyingly familiar voice bellowed from somewhere under them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "GET BACK HERE! I SAID GET BACK HERE!!!! Y, YOU DAMN FUCKING TERRORISTS!!!!" Standing on the deck there, with his trademark curvy mustache strangely out of position, was the world's angriest General anyone in the world had seen. His face was now as red as beetroot. It was almost as if lava would come pouring out of the top of his head anytime soon. In fact, Kevan thought.This would have been a very comical scene if not for the- Then, shots flew past Kevan and he quickly finished his thoughts with "circumstances". Altaria was already on the plane by now and was yelling back indignantly," Terrorists? TERRORISTS?" The bullets were flying extremely close to Kevan now. Almost there, Kevan reminded himself. Almost there! He knew the next shot would kill him if it was fired. Strengthened by that thought, Kevan increased his pace yet again. However, another loud blast almost caused him to lose balance. Kevan looked down just in time to witness one of the most amusing scene in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the entrance of the ship, stood a girl who was strangely out of place. She was hardly covered with soot and she was...whistling? "My my, what do we have here?", she glanced at the General, who was on his fours, still trying to recover himself. The General was dead. Kevan knew it. No one, not even him, would ever want to cross that girl. "Oh, look! Your prey is escaping, General!", she exclaimed cheerfully. The General, alarmed, quickly recovered and rushed towards the ladder. "REIKA!", Kevan screamed. No, that girl had a plan. She always had one. And she did. The General grabbed hold of the ladder and began to climb, still shooting at me along the way. Yet, he did not stay in that position for long. Reika, smirking like the most evil girl in history, quickly ran towards the ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; In what might be the most outrageous stunt she had ever performed, she jumped and landed on the General's face with one feet. She then used the General's face as a boost, jumped and grabbed a hold of a step in the ladder. The General, shocked by the pain, had dropped his gun. He then resorted to his last card. Insults. "FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH! FUCK YOU, YOU WH-" and whatever he was going to say was cut short when he saw the expression on the girl's face. The girl, for the first time looked annoyed. She commented mockingly," My gosh! General ,be civil! Mine innocent and poor ears could not bear to hear your awful statements!" Then, with the most innocent expression on her face, she grabbed a can of sardines from her waist pouch and threw it into the General's face. What was even more humiliating was that the can opened halfway through the drop. Wet sardines landed onto the General's face and just as he fell, the girl called out," Adios, loser!" The General had no way to shout back his last insults, as his mouth had been filled with canned sardines. Thus, the Vilutz Alliance's formerly best Marine General met his end there, in the Pacific Ocean, with mouth full of canned sardines and eyes full of angry tears, falling into a sea full of hungry sharks, all waiting eagerly for their meals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aier began to lift off as the ship began to disappear into the sea. All the eyes of the Marines, some fearful, some angry, looked up at the plane that had caused them their ship and almost their lives. Reika, still hanging onto the ladder, looked down and bellowed," Remember this day! The day you all receive your well-deserved punishment! Go back to your goddamn Alliance and tell them this! Tell them that they have NO business on this side of the world! The fucking presence of you Southerners defile this place! Tread here no longer or the next thing that is going down will not be another fucking ship. No, IT WILL BE YOUR FUCKING ALLIANCE AND I MEAN ALL OF THEM!! YOU HEAR ME!? REMEMBER THIS DAY! REMEMBER THIS DAY AND PISS IN ALL YOUR FUCKING PANTS WHEN YOU NEXT HEAR OF US! THE DAY WE, THE ALTA VALAISE KICKED ALL YOUR PUBE-LESS ASSES!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; After her extremely vulgar but effective speech, Reika turned back and began to climb, slowly and quietly. Memories of her family started to flood back to her and tears began to flow out of her purple eyes. As I looked down at the girl, words could not describe what I was feeling, as I looked down at that crying girl, who had in a few moments ago, had single-handedly destroyed a whole battleship. With her thirst of revenge sated, she was now free again. That day, we both hugged each other, crying into each other shoulders in joy.Altaria and I, happy for her and she, relieved and happy to be finally freed from her past. With that, the Aier flew towards the golden setting sun. Our mission was successful and we returned to base with lighter hearts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-8825482303080373033?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/8825482303080373033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-as-gun-went-off-ship-shook-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8825482303080373033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/8825482303080373033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-as-gun-went-off-ship-shook-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-1550789826411648834</id><published>2010-02-07T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T07:47:15.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello!Hello and good Morni- uh I mean good evening to you all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Interim starts tomorrow and HERE'S my schedule!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MuHxgRwREgNfJYFPDQ1O8A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S27gKW6BYFI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8FawwsmBio4/s800/scan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/kennethsurajat/Desktop02?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Desktop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and that's it for me tonight! Toodles! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-1550789826411648834?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/1550789826411648834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellohello-and-good-morni-uh-i-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1550789826411648834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/1550789826411648834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hellohello-and-good-morni-uh-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/S27gKW6BYFI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8FawwsmBio4/s72-c/scan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-4820094681022807256</id><published>2010-02-07T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:19:25.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 2nd thoughts, I'm just going to stop right now. This blog isn't created for that purpose &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-4820094681022807256?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/4820094681022807256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-you-just-proved-point-that-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4820094681022807256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/4820094681022807256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-you-just-proved-point-that-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-781483166063512493</id><published>2010-02-06T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:06:22.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALOHA MOTATA, SINGAPORE AND THE WORLD!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, sorry, just felt like saying that =) In a generally good moon now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, weekend's over for all of you. Been a good student? Studied and revised your work? Done with your homework yet? Nah, guess not. Some things never change X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it's INTERIM SEMESTER for me =P. Which means...NO HOMEWORK OR CLASSES FOR THE WHOLE WEEK...though I do have to head to school for other activities =) Tis week gonna be fun!...I hope...GO TEAM PURPLE!  I swear we'll be the team to win those funky cam cams &gt;=/...uuughh..I wanna go to Spain Q_Q Junko and Viraj sound like they are all having a blast over there =_=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, good news is...none of my grade %s dropped for this week. In fact, they all rose. Tis aaaalll good =) We gotta get to that Honor Roll Brunch &gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will be taking the MRT for next week ^^ See you gals and guys around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think...that's about it? Yea I guess so =3 nothing much going on these days. Did I mention that I absolutely LOVE tests now? GOOD GODS, I never knew tests to be this fun! I feel like I got warped back to the time when me and Kenny were in the same class in Primary 3! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random Note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Random post has served its purpose =) That was mildly entertaining.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;End Random Note. All criticisms are not welcomed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-781483166063512493?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/781483166063512493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/aloha-motata-singapore-and-world-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/781483166063512493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/781483166063512493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/aloha-motata-singapore-and-world-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-3772280580889466668</id><published>2010-02-03T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:23:33.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Hello and a pleasant night to all!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I didn't post yesterday, Something bad happened. I uhh....fell asleep during Ms Griffin's class and was extremely unhappy with myself. Hence, I went to bed at 8pm yesterday as...err...punishment? I dunno ^^; I swear it won't happen again Q_Q &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having a test tomorrow during Ms Griffin's class. Test will be on Greek theatre features, Delphi, the oracle and the Oedipus Rex play. According to David, this will be a BIIIG one. I'm nervous,,,and excited about it &gt;8) I will not be satisfied unless I get more than 92%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, guess what I ate for lunch today? A bowl of cereals. A bowl of cereals (the milo ball thingies) and a carton of milk. Best lunch I ever hand. Ate with Kevin (the small French boy) who explained to me more on SAS customs. I learned today that...SAS is made up of closet muggers....Not unhappy with this though =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I visited AJC again (YAY! OPERATION SUCCESS!) and it was loads of fun!...nah, fun isn't the word I had in mind...comforting? Yea, comforting. Talking to friends, both new and old, calmed me down a bit. Too bad I couldn't meet all of the peeps though Q_Q Got too engrossed at what Captain Monkey and her army of mini monkeys were talking about and...I lost track of time. Thanks Yin Wei, for bearing with my gazillions of messages so early in the morning ^^; and...ARGH I FORGOT TO TAKE PICTURES! On a side note, AJ Orientation still makes me cringe. Our orientation was only 2 hrs. Short and simple. Our cheer is a warcry (GRAAAAAHHH!!!). Short,simple and effective. Thanks all for the wonderful time today ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, Stephanie's leaving for Vietnam on Saturday and Hui Fang is leaving for India straight after school on Friday for Interim Semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the clueless, Interim Semester is a special week of school...or rather, exam. The exam has only one subject and it's called Interim. Basically, students go out and visit other countries and are graded by what they've learned in the trip. Yours truly is staying in Singapore since by the time he signed up, Singapore was the only one left on my list of choices Q_Q&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta wish them a safe journey before all my mates fly off...Wonder where Jiwan is going...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, me thinks thats all for me now. Back to studying....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-3772280580889466668?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/3772280580889466668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-pleasant-night-to-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3772280580889466668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/3772280580889466668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello-hello-and-pleasant-night-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-6075689601317685041</id><published>2010-02-01T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:47:16.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna rush this post out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm going to introduce to you all, the SECOND series I plan to write, along with the story about Kevan, Maria and Altaria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of the happenings in the second series will take place in...Earth. Yes, our homeworld. Unlike the Wind Chronicles(tentative name) This series will not have the OHMYGODTHESKYISFALLING feel to it and will be based solely on just ONE of the dreams I had in the past. It will feature a main cast of only...two people. A boy and a girl. The story will revolve around an agency the boy and the girl opens. The agency, to summarize, takes jobs from clients and posts it up on a bulletin. After that, the employees of the agency take jobs from the bulletin and get paid if the job is completed satisfactorily. The nature of the jobs will involve helping people with their problems. ANY kind of problems. The story will basically start the warming-up routine from the agency and proceed on to something deeper and bigger. Now, let me introduce the main cast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Legard Natoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age: 12(?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A young boy with black hair and is usually seen wearing thick clothings, Legard was found by the Young Mistress on the streets, severely injured and was adopted into the Natoli family due to her insistence. Legard speaks very little of himself, absolutely refusing to divulge any details on his past and on how he landed on those streets when the Young Mistress found him. Similar to Kevan(when he was still young), he is also known to be almost always serious. He is also extremely sarcastic and loves to play around with people, as if they were his own personal chess pieces,despite being only 12 years old. However, beneath his cruel and cold exterior, he holds an extremely soft spot for the Young Mistress. Another similarity he shares with Kevan is the lengths he would go to, in order to be of help to the Young Mistress. The agency was opened by both him and the Young Mistress, thus showing a thoughtful and kind side to him. When the Young Mistress signs up for a job, he tags along no matter how busy he is. He loves to play the piano and absolutely hates taking any unnecessary risks. However, all that is about to change when a strange case arrives in the agency...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mirasha Yorn Natoli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Age:11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Known around the house as Lady Mira and Young Mistress, she was the one who found Legard on the streets years ago when she was sneaking out of the manor. She is usually very reckless and curious, thus causing troubles for her bodyguards as well as her servants. The only one to be able to catch up with her till this day, is none other than Legard. She is frequently seen around Legard, either irritating or discussing matters with him. She is very similar to the grown-up Kevan in the sense that she is able to remain unnaturally calm during crisis as well as possessing extraordinary deduction abilities. She has also been extremely infamous due to her tendency to drag totally unrelated people into spots of trouble, regardless whether it was her's or not. Despite all the mischief she is known to cause, the staff of the manor adore and respect her for how capable she is in resolving issues in the end and how genuine she is to all she meets, which also is a fatal flaw of hers. She sees Legard as her guardian and as well as a replacement for her usually-not-at-home father. She is also blood-related to one of the main characters in the Wind Chronicles. She loves athletic activities, exploring and seeing annoyed, awed and horrified expression on people's face. She hates being alone. However, her cheerful self may soon be erased when a strange case arrives in the agency...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is pretty much the bare bone of the characters and yes, despite being a story which does not have as much OMG as Wind Chronicles, it serves to tie in with the story and answers alot of questions that aren't answered in the Wind Chronicles. The link between these two series can be explained in one sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A success is always owed to the both sides of the coin"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, unlike the Wind Chronicles, Legard will probably not be seen maturing alot. For this series, I wish for the readers to try to understand Legard's motives, not just condemn his acts. In the Wind Chronicles, the characters change. In this series, the readers change themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just came out with a tentative name for this series. How about..."The V.V. Accords"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4969947592489148382-6075689601317685041?l=altariaalbio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/feeds/6075689601317685041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/gonna-rush-this-post-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6075689601317685041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4969947592489148382/posts/default/6075689601317685041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://altariaalbio.blogspot.com/2010/02/gonna-rush-this-post-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Kevan "Kenneth" El Sidos Herialles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13619153913554051928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cNXIqBKvcJA/ShWHmj02W2I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gUr3QAmjPbw/S220/DSC00538.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4969947592489148382.post-371063991821698767</id><published>2010-01-31T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:04:44.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you're wondering why my greeting today is a bit off, it's because I just attempted my new Chinese Oral Assignment. It didn't go that well. Passage was crafted in such a way that there were so many "zh" and 'ch" sounds to be made that my tongue ended up curling up. I've given up on it today and will try tomorrow. Ugh thank god the deadline is on Wednesday -_-U&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt
