<?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-3142172243680423098</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:02:55.172+08:00</updated><category term='crepe'/><category term='victoria&apos;s secret'/><category term='Kings of Convenience'/><category term='body mist'/><title type='text'>feel good lost.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Convenience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you at the helm of this country: enough with the face-saving and double standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_sWxDbiT_k&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X_sWxDbiT_k&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;You set yourself above&lt;br /&gt;That all forgiving god&lt;br /&gt;You claim that you believe in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your kind is gonna fall&lt;br /&gt;Your ship is sinking fast&lt;br /&gt;And all your able men are leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only someone&lt;br /&gt;Who's morally&lt;br /&gt;Superior can possibly&lt;br /&gt;And honestly deserve&lt;br /&gt;To rule my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk before I think&lt;br /&gt;You shoot before you know&lt;br /&gt;Who's in your line of fire&lt;br /&gt;So somehow we're the same&lt;br /&gt;We're causing people pain&lt;br /&gt;But I stand and take the blame&lt;br /&gt;You scramble to deny it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only someone&lt;br /&gt;Who's morally&lt;br /&gt;Superior can possibly&lt;br /&gt;And honestly deserve&lt;br /&gt;Only someone&lt;br /&gt;Who's morally&lt;br /&gt;Superior can possibly&lt;br /&gt;And honestly deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rule my world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain to me one more time&lt;br /&gt;When they kill it's a crime&lt;br /&gt;When you kill it is justice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-1806676772588454555?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Rubin.Clinique moisturiser and gift set.projectshop bloodbros document bag.loadsa love from Click, Mom, and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-5775400368442418498?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5775400368442418498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5775400368442418498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5775400368442418498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5775400368442418498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday (17 Feb) - "lost" my job in a matter of 4 working days, and it wasn't even really my fault... don't wanna talk about it. BITCHHHHHHHH. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday (18 Feb)- karaoke-d with Lovely, Gracer, Aeron + beau, and of course, Ferdi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday  (20 Feb) - paid a visit to Ferdi's "2nd home", got a whiff of blood agar base (it's a pale yellow powder which contains cow liver...), pipetted cow's blood, and spilled chocolate blood agar in a fume cupboard. second half of the day involved Nuttella and pineapple tart ice cream at Island Creamery, and apple pie milkshake. i swear, it's ALWAYS worth the effort getting there, my love handles can attest to that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mon-Thurs  (22-25 Feb)- job hunting online&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thurs evening (25 Feb)- paid Lady Tara and her folks a CNY visit, had steamboat as per their standard CNY practice. Ferdi had some really good whiskey to drink and a whole lot more to say. Rara and i just chilled in her room while she ranted about her recent breakup. her dad and i were pretty convinced that relationships were about percentages. with Geeky, it was a 40-60, no way would it have worked out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday evening (26 Feb) - had buffet dinner with Team Rose at Cafebiz. it was nice to see the team again and have good food at the same time. still, i felt like an insider and an outsider all at once.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday (5 Mar) - went with Ferdi for a free trial at a makeover/studio/event photography place. we started off with a talk with one of their "image consultants" who in my opinion, needs some retraining. she wanted us to do this lame angel-devil thingy and tried to make me wear a stupid satin corset-like dress with a tutu under it. in all honesty, that was probably a glorified piece of porno lingerie. so... i made my stand and she took out the all-black, form-fitting lace dress you see in the pics. Ferdi's hair and makeup took all of 5 minutes but i was on the seat for a good half hour, with several people fussing over various parts of my head. one of the more senior staff walked by and commented that i had the potential to look like a Japanese goth doll, hence the makeup. after that, we went for the photo shoot. the photographer was funny as hell, and i'm glad he was, cos he put us at ease. but of course, after the whole thing, there had to be a catch: they were trying to sell us an album package with lifetime membership and privileges such as spas, free photo shoots, makeup or photography courses etc, but we didn't bite. still, we walked out as free man and woman, with a complimentary CD containing 2 of the 43 pics taken during the shoot. pwned them. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S5kN0ixTknI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z__7qeyqUzs/s1600-h/SPZ_3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S5kN0ixTknI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Z__7qeyqUzs/s320/SPZ_3282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447400420619293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S5kO7exhf3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ytla-TKPw4Q/s1600-h/SPZ_3304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S5kO7exhf3I/AAAAAAAAAN8/ytla-TKPw4Q/s320/SPZ_3304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447401639317176178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*muah* ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2766688693093216352?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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type='text'>happier things</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/strider.anduril/FeelGoodLost?authkey=Gv1sRgCIj64veblbrB5QE#5435151872860862978'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S22J1OorugI/AAAAAAAAANg/QaYbtIX6Ncs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='525' height='525' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/strider.anduril/FeelGoodLost?authkey=Gv1sRgCIj64veblbrB5QE#5435151882068337138'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S22J1w76ofI/AAAAAAAAANk/FYfMCEHYwjA/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='533' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/strider.anduril/FeelGoodLost?authkey=Gv1sRgCIj64veblbrB5QE#5435151898045449474'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S22J2sdKBQI/AAAAAAAAANo/1x8bO-FCpqQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='525' height='525' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/strider.anduril/FeelGoodLost?authkey=Gv1sRgCIj64veblbrB5QE#5435151905276268626'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S22J3HZHkFI/AAAAAAAAANs/x5CZ6SniL1w/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='500' height='375' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- blog love from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6156274040326416433?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6156274040326416433/comments/default' 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suffered enough in two decades to put one's foot down and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only you'd make good on your promise and take your selfish soul (or lack thereof) far, far away. fuck you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-4607474251053256095?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4607474251053256095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=4607474251053256095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4607474251053256095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spend less time in malls and more in nature sites&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be more thrifty! - i suppose i shall write a separate post on sneaky ways for the underpaid yuppies to save moolah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hone photography skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read more than 50 books this year (that works out to 1 a week?! i might have to rethink this one...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;be more caring to my family and friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel more e.g. visit a volcano (i really don't see how this helps #5)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;have the discipline to see my resolutions through&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;HOW'S MY RESOLVE? Call 9384 XXXX or leave a tag here to give feedback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-5000572415716823835?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5000572415716823835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5000572415716823835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5000572415716823835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5000572415716823835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-resolutions-for-2010.html' title='my resolutions for 2010'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-6017451508097155753</id><published>2010-01-20T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:06:03.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Snorer</title><content type='html'>Everyone has stories to tell, some interesting, others not so. Mine's about a guy I like to refer to as the Snorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snorer catches the same bus everyday and sits in the same seat in the same position: with his knees folded up against the seat in front. His mouth is always slightly ajar and his beady eyes shut tight. How do I know if his eyes are beady, you're asking. Well, this is a perfect illustration of literary licence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Snorer. You'd have inferred by now that he's sleeping on the bus. Not that it's a crime, he just makes the bus ride a little less dignified for himself and a little more unpleasant for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem for me, is that I happen to like sitting in the same area as he: near the back of the second deck in a window seat. That's because the sun is least able to blind you with its morning brilliance in that area of the bus. So... I often end up sitting pretty close to the Snorer, becoming an unwilling audience of his personal symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, to protect the sanctity of my morning commute, I traded the best seat in the house for somewhere less ideal in terms of shade, but infinitely more tranquil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is where my snory ends, till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- blog love from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6017451508097155753?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6017451508097155753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=6017451508097155753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6017451508097155753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6017451508097155753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/snorer.html' title='the Snorer'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-7211066720854729156</id><published>2010-01-17T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T01:02:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sip of real-life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S1Hv1ZouTDI/AAAAAAAAANA/ugw7mbEi83E/s1600-h/IMG_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S1Hw9cMFACI/AAAAAAAAANY/lqb0eGA-yHU/s320/IMG_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427383964287696930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S1HwtEnVk2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ItIDBHR-5zM/s1600-h/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S1HwtEnVk2I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ItIDBHR-5zM/s320/IMG_0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427383683081671522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-7211066720854729156?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7211066720854729156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=7211066720854729156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7211066720854729156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7211066720854729156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/sip-of-real-life.html' title='a sip of real-life'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S1Hv1ZouTDI/AAAAAAAAANA/ugw7mbEi83E/s72-c/IMG_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-5445824890106576944</id><published>2010-01-11T01:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:26:37.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 iPhone apps rockin my world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0oMXtnZXwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/L3IY1SlGqWM/s1600-h/ttr3icon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0oMXtnZXwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/L3IY1SlGqWM/s400/ttr3icon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425162302642544386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tap Tap Revenge 3 (with 13 track Coldplay bundle)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hipstamatic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sketch Book MobileX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daytrotter&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sartorialist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Art Gallery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pocket God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rolando&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TIME Mobile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stanza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/V/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/V/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-5445824890106576944?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5445824890106576944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5445824890106576944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5445824890106576944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5445824890106576944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/10-iphone-apps-rockin-my-world.html' title='10 iPhone apps rockin my world'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0oMXtnZXwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/L3IY1SlGqWM/s72-c/ttr3icon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-5410659256059288338</id><published>2010-01-09T22:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:35:12.604+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body mist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victoria&apos;s secret'/><title type='text'>victoria's secret body mists</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0iQ8QXMYQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hZly5SlUhaM/s1600-h/IMG_2309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0iQ8QXMYQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hZly5SlUhaM/s400/IMG_2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424745116026560770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asssorted VS body mists for sale&lt;br /&gt;(from left) Sweet Daydream, Ripe Berry, My Desire, Pear Glace, Vanilla Lace,&lt;br /&gt;Amber Romance, Endless Love&lt;br /&gt;$16 each (price negotiable for purchases of 2 and above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0iRPdU5OOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TsH-_jxyY0M/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0iRPdU5OOI/AAAAAAAAAMw/TsH-_jxyY0M/s400/IMG_2313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424745445924092130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love Spell bundle (body mist, lotion and wash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drop me an email at strider.anduril@gmail.com =)&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/3142172243680423098-5410659256059288338?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5410659256059288338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5410659256059288338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5410659256059288338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5410659256059288338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/victorias-secret-body-mists.html' title='victoria&apos;s secret body mists'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0iQ8QXMYQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/hZly5SlUhaM/s72-c/IMG_2309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-4736273957080623345</id><published>2010-01-08T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:40:57.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of recycled resolutions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="standard12" id="textline"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aries &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With both powerful Jupiter and Uranus in your sign this year, the challenge is to keep your martial energies sharp! Make a resolution to do at least one thing a month that scares you. It could be mountain climbing, singing karaoke, riding a roller coaster, or telling your boss what you really think. At the end of the year you feel better about your ability to cope with any stress, roadblock, or fearful situation life throws at you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can really relate to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(to see yours, click &lt;a href="http://astrocenter.astrology.msn.com/msn/ArticleAstrologyHomeV2.aspx?sd=20091229&amp;amp;gt1=21001"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny how New Year's Day has come and gone and i haven't exactly sat myself down to draw up my resolutions. well, the very first on my list would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;To complete a full marathon within 6 hours.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the mean time, i resolve to give my resolutions the dedication they deserve and come back to it over the weekend. heh.&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/3142172243680423098-4736273957080623345?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4736273957080623345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=4736273957080623345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4736273957080623345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4736273957080623345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/of-recycled-resolutions.html' title='of recycled resolutions.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-5284937511339811410</id><published>2010-01-07T08:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T08:35:29.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenty of ugly Singaporean behaviour to go around</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/strider.anduril/FeelGoodLost?authkey=Gv1sRgCIj64veblbrB5QE#5423790044393188466'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0UsTxRbLHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6c4B_mRJFao/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people just squeeze in like it's the last train to Paradise... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-5284937511339811410?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5284937511339811410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5284937511339811410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5284937511339811410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5284937511339811410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/plenty-of-ugly-singaporean-behaviour-to.html' title='Plenty of ugly Singaporean behaviour to go around'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0UsTxRbLHI/AAAAAAAAAMk/6c4B_mRJFao/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-1457590132409229336</id><published>2010-01-05T01:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:39:51.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my days in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0InxsJHm5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/69tJa2B4x7I/s1600-h/my+days+in+photos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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What are you listening to right now? &lt;u&gt;Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung&lt;/u&gt; How is the weather right now? &lt;u&gt;Cool&lt;/u&gt; Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? &lt;u&gt;Ferdi&lt;/u&gt; The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;How they dress and present themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Favorite type of Food? &lt;u&gt;Chinese, Italian, Japanese&lt;/u&gt; Do you want children? &lt;u&gt;Yes, of course. I'm so thrilled at the thought of losing my figure just having those monkeys.&lt;/u&gt; Hair color? &lt;u&gt;Black&lt;/u&gt; Do you wear contacts? &lt;u&gt;Yes&lt;/u&gt; Have you ever cried over a love lost? &lt;u&gt;Yes&lt;/u&gt; Last movie you watched &lt;u&gt;Avatar, a second time&lt;/u&gt; What books are you reading? &lt;u&gt;Lolita&lt;/u&gt; Favorite movie &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Too hard to decide&lt;/span&gt; Favorite book &lt;u&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/u&gt; What were you doing before filling this out? &lt;u&gt;Internet banking&lt;/u&gt; Favorite animal? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Members of the feline and canine families&lt;/span&gt; Favorite drink? &lt;u&gt;Tea&lt;/u&gt; Favorite flower? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Sunflowers&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever loved someone? &lt;u&gt;Yes&lt;/u&gt; Who would you like to see right now? &lt;u&gt;Click&lt;/u&gt; What color are your bedroom walls? &lt;u&gt;Apple green&lt;/u&gt; Have you ever fired a gun? &lt;u&gt;Only air rifles and pistols&lt;/u&gt; Do you like to travel by plane? &lt;u&gt;Nope, but the act of travelling by plane does excite me cos it means I'm gonna be on a great holiday.&lt;/u&gt; Right handed or Left? &lt;u&gt;Rightie&lt;/u&gt; If you could go to any place right now where would you go? &lt;u&gt;A scenic volcano just showing signs of awakening.&lt;/u&gt; Are you missing someone? &lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt; Do you have a tattoo? &lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt; Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings? &lt;u&gt;Occasionally&lt;/u&gt; What is the wallpaper on your cellphone? &lt;u&gt;A pattern of multi-coloured circles&lt;/u&gt; Favorite hangout? &lt;u&gt;My room&lt;/u&gt; Things you can’t live without? &lt;u&gt;Music and beauty&lt;/u&gt; Favorite songs &lt;u&gt;Again, too hard to decide.&lt;/u&gt; What are you afraid of? &lt;u&gt;Beetles; being hypocritcal; not living it up.&lt;/u&gt; Are you a giver or a taker? &lt;u&gt;Mostly a Taker&lt;/u&gt; What are your nicknames? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Val; Tree-hugger&lt;/span&gt; What do you sleep in? &lt;u&gt;Tank tops and shorts&lt;/u&gt; Stuck on a deserted island, and can only bring one thing? &lt;u&gt;Guitar&lt;/u&gt; First thing you’ll save in a fire? &lt;u&gt;Momentos of my time spent with Ferdi.&lt;/u&gt; What is your favorite color? &lt;u&gt;Changes from time to time, I'm currently in a yellow phase.&lt;/u&gt; What are the things you always bring with you? &lt;u&gt;Wallet, iPhone&lt;/u&gt; What did you want to be when you were a kid? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Detective&lt;/span&gt; What color is your bedsheets? &lt;u&gt;White with grey polkadots&lt;/u&gt; Who do you want to meet? &lt;u&gt;Chris Martin&lt;/u&gt; Do you smile often? &lt;u&gt;Absolutely&lt;/u&gt; Do you wish on stars? &lt;u&gt;Rarely&lt;/u&gt; When did you last cry? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Ages ago&lt;/span&gt; Do you like your handwriting? &lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt; Whose bed did you sleep in last night? &lt;u&gt;Mine&lt;/u&gt; Song playing right now? &lt;u&gt;Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung&lt;/u&gt; What are you doing tomorrow? &lt;u&gt;Work&lt;/u&gt; Does anyone like you? &lt;u&gt;I'll risk sounding conceited by saying "Oh, of course!"&lt;/u&gt; What’s annoying you right now? &lt;u&gt;Monday blues&lt;/u&gt; Have you ever watched a movie drunk? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I can't get drunk.&lt;/span&gt; Are you tired? &lt;u&gt;Always&lt;/u&gt; What will you do Sunday? &lt;u&gt;Go on a hike, or finish my grad trip scrapbook, whichever tickes my fancy.&lt;/u&gt; What kinda cell company do you use? &lt;u&gt;Starhub&lt;/u&gt; Where were you at midnight on Saturday? &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Online&lt;/span&gt; Are you married? &lt;u&gt;No&lt;/u&gt; Do you wear any jewelry? &lt;u&gt;A necklace and couple of rings&lt;/u&gt; What’s one thing you want right now? &lt;u&gt;A pay raise&lt;/u&gt; Do you find yourself loved? &lt;u&gt;Yes, very much.&lt;/u&gt; Where is the weirdest place you have slept? &lt;u&gt;In a harvested mulberry field under a blanket of the most brilliant stars.&lt;/u&gt; What’s the closest blue object to you? &lt;u&gt;My tape dispenser shaped like a snail.&lt;/u&gt; What is your natural hair color? &lt;u&gt;Black&lt;/u&gt; Favorite subject? &lt;u&gt;Geography&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-8129365781123416359?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/8129365781123416359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=8129365781123416359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Grace's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/strider.anduril/FeelGoodLost?authkey=Gv1sRgCIj64veblbrB5QE#5422411890895928322'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/S0BG4ra0vAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2bLc9sJQLKQ/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6118116645539785452?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6118116645539785452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=6118116645539785452' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-309267930178635382</id><published>2010-01-03T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:50:10.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song of the moment - Brighter than Sunshine by Aqualung</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q536JTSe40M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q536JTSe40M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never understood before&lt;br /&gt;I never knew what love was for&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broke, my head was sore&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tied up in ancient history&lt;br /&gt;I didnt believe in destiny&lt;br /&gt;I look up you're standing next to me&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, i don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it happening&lt;br /&gt;I'd given up and given in&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take the hurt again&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the strength to fight&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you seemed so right&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than the sun, sun, shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will remain a mystery&lt;br /&gt;But give me your hand and you will see&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is keeping time with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a feeling in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;It's brighter than sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-309267930178635382?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/309267930178635382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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BUUUT, good thing i made muffins =) and they didn't fail!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent was there, Kinky was there, Veron was there... Ben and Fiona, Hazel, Tim, Alvin and his two Taiwanese friends, Jacob and Emily were too. Didi's best friend (whose name i can't spell) came later, and together with Veron, tore the house down :P mmm, authentic malay fare. food was awesome. funny thing was, i was thirsty while waiting for Ben at J*urong Point so i got myself some bubble tea. then everyone at the party thought i got it from the buffet table at Didi's place and wondered why they didn't see it. Didi, if u're reading this, u know what to serve us next time around! just kidding ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, we had a good time catching up. Bro was cracking a whole lot of racist jokes abt Didi again, seriously, tt guy never passes up a chance to "suan" someone. for the last time, her family wants her to be a career woman, not marry her off to push out a baby a year! anyway, Erin and i got a ride from Alvin to City Hall MRT. Al and Tim were taking Jacob and Emily to the Fryer. oops, i meant Flyer. we had some fun making fun of Tim and his mandarin, and Al of his strange accent he puts on when he meets people from abroad. i really hope our Taiwanese friends were sufficiently amused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on to today, i should've mentioned this a long time ago, but i like running along the jogging track at the Wood*bridge asylum. it's really tranquil and the air is fresh, for most parts anyway. last Thursday, i ran past the section of the track that faces the back of some of the blocks where mental patients live. they usually smile, wave and say hi to joggers, so i waved back. approaching the corner of the track leading to the exit, i heard a woman beyond the walls singing the National Anthem so i joined her. i wonder if she appreciated my participation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's encounters aren't all that unusual. today, at the same section facing the back of the blocks, they did the same, only they wished me "happy new year" so i wished them a merry xmas in return. then at the corner of the blocks, i spied an old guy on his own, looking out of a locked steel gate. he waved and smiled at me, with his willy sticking out of his shorts! ahahahhahahaha. darn cute lah, these people. i'm sure some other prissy girl would've covered her face with her hands, grown wings at her ankles and sped right off. to me, the inmates are  just behaving like little kids, so i just tried to ignore his privates, waved and continued on my way. that's a story to tell eh? hahahhahaa! my mom gets more and more astonished and worried each time i tell her stories about what i see and do there :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-430594246752438012?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/430594246752438012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=430594246752438012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/430594246752438012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/430594246752438012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/08/strange-happenings.html' title='strange happenings.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-3298250239636887692</id><published>2009-08-11T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:37:50.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how?</title><content type='html'>how do i make a habit of blogging? i feel it's important to me, yet i can't seem to steel myself to put my thoughts down in words for an audience. i couldn't believe my eyes when i checked out my old blog. those had pretty regular posts and lots of flair. sigh, i've lost it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-3298250239636887692?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3298250239636887692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=3298250239636887692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/3298250239636887692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/3298250239636887692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/08/how.html' title='how?'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-2436901092005346374</id><published>2009-07-22T14:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:43:31.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PewYsrc2O-o&amp;amp;hl=en&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/PewYsrc2O-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, even though this post is an attempt to win a pair of preview screening tix to Disney's "Up", i really have to say that i'm absolutely looking forward to the movie. last night, i caught Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince with Ferdi, my cousin Stacey and her mom, and we saw the "Up" trailer before the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie promises to be a ball, to say the least; what with a flying house, an oversized and over-amiable bird, and a talking dog! now Carl, the old guy, is a very intriguing anti-thesis of our average movie protagonist. he's old, cranky and... not very appealing to the movie's target audience of little tikes. BUT. he is a character many people can relate to. even though i don't wanna end up like him, having to fulfill my dreams of adventure when my bones are creaking and my jaw's coming loose, i seriously admire his guts in giving his dream a go, however insane it may seem. i mean, if it does come to that, i would abandon all my cares and go for it, just like him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Russell... he kinda reminds me of my days as a girl guide. he's the awkward kid trying to fulfill his one-good-deed-a-day requirement when all of a sudden, he finds himself on an unexpected adventure! lucky him, he's been preparing himself all his short, little life for what's about to ensue! but what's most important about Russell is the goofy, cheery disposition he seems to keep about him. though a little scatter-brained, he's good company on an adventure of a lifetime. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more somber note, when i watch the movie, i'll be thinking of the 10 yr-old Californian girl who got to watch "Up" before she passed away of cancer. kudos to the folks at Disney Pixar for arranging the special screening and memorabilia for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SmbGm--c1zI/AAAAAAAAALg/kNArhCkYUZA/s1600-h/up-pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SmbGm--c1zI/AAAAAAAAALg/kNArhCkYUZA/s320/up-pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361190779473418034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin, Russell, Dug and Carl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;UP&lt;/i&gt; in Singapore Cinemas opening 7th August 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2436901092005346374?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2436901092005346374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2436901092005346374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2436901092005346374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2436901092005346374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-even-though-this-post-is-attempt-to.html' title='Up!'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SmbGm--c1zI/AAAAAAAAALg/kNArhCkYUZA/s72-c/up-pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-202627990375831529</id><published>2009-05-05T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:46:46.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frick.FRICK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;brought my 8gd SD card along to Wei Lien’s so that i could leech of his music. but he didn’t have a card reader and is a Mac user so that plan fell through. when i got home, i soaked my clothes without taking out the SD card from my FBTs! it was friggin’ &lt;strong&gt;soaked for an hour&lt;/strong&gt; before i realised ok?! thank goodness it’s still working if not i’ll really go kill myself. ok, maybe not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-202627990375831529?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/202627990375831529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=202627990375831529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/202627990375831529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/202627990375831529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/05/frickfrick.html' title='frick.FRICK.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-6464244652269240840</id><published>2009-05-05T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:09:43.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7-60-100</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;7km in 60 mins with a 100 Plus thrown in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgBIosJ1LJI/AAAAAAAAALY/e1icESRWpGg/s1600-h/coldplay%20butterfly%20n%20towel%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="coldplay butterfly n towel" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="297" alt="coldplay butterfly n towel" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgBIpU9rq3I/AAAAAAAAALc/5CVqRlanU8A/coldplay%20butterfly%20n%20towel_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;got to see the paper butterfly that Wei Lien saved for me from the Viva concert. and you see that black towel under it? that’s CHRIS MART*N’S TOWEL. Wei Lien saw him use it so he made a grab for it after the concert! there used to be Chris’ DNA on it! pity he washed it though, hahahahaha…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;thanks much, ol’ pal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6464244652269240840?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6464244652269240840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=6464244652269240840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6464244652269240840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6464244652269240840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/05/7-60-100.html' title='7-60-100'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgBIpU9rq3I/AAAAAAAAALc/5CVqRlanU8A/s72-c/coldplay%20butterfly%20n%20towel_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-209433624990635586</id><published>2009-05-05T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:25:20.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>glimpses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgAD-3K3rII/AAAAAAAAAK4/rrc-PpazDgI/s1600-h/hons%20life%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="hons life" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="365" alt="hons life" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgAD_kHBuBI/AAAAAAAAALA/s9V5MN1ZHj4/hons%20life_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgAEAeO9wII/AAAAAAAAALE/qmxcX9XqoN8/s1600-h/hons%20life1%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="hons life1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="588" alt="hons life1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgAEBUBYIwI/AAAAAAAAALI/e3ALXYiL68s/hons%20life1_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="483" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-209433624990635586?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/209433624990635586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=209433624990635586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/209433624990635586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/209433624990635586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/05/glimpses.html' title='glimpses.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SgAD_kHBuBI/AAAAAAAAALA/s9V5MN1ZHj4/s72-c/hons%20life_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-4257826589750095022</id><published>2009-05-01T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:03:43.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ich habe ins kino gegangen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;i've been to the movies!&amp;quot; ahahahaha. it's been ages, i swear! since Ferdi left for Stockholm, i hadn't stepped into a cinema for a single movie till yesterday afternoon! after our paper on wednesday, Kit, Wei Lun and i headed to Vivo for lunch. surprisingly, Wei Lun wasn’t all that annoying! hahahahhahaha… hmm, can't recall the name of the restaurant, but it has ajisen and some other Japanese restaurants combined into one. here's us and our chow:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZxng5ZZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Hh9DIby5Gro/s1600-h/DSC00094%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00094" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC00094" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZyd22kJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cVOP-TBLsdo/DSC00094_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and don’t worry, that was just his appetizer, lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZzBBWmeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/XxRZyzCx_iY/s1600-h/DSC00418%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00418" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00418" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZziFDcWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/3TpLPVXavrY/DSC00418_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;kit dear with her ramen!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ0ttpUSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2DcnKzwpROE/s1600-h/DSC00093%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00093" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00093" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ1LAqagI/AAAAAAAAAKM/s1SueJnDaVE/DSC00093_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;shucks, i forgot to ask them to take one of me with my omu curry rice…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;aaanyhoo. we bought tix for &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ2vndy_I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/d5cX1texCt8/s1600-h/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="182" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ3foFmXI/AAAAAAAAAKU/044A5vLB3lk/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; then hung around and waited for gloria jean’s&amp;#160; 3pm chillers deal. we got our fix of caffeine to go and snuck them into the cinema :P and boy oh boy, is Wolverine awesome! &amp;lt;3 him to bits!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;he’s totally the type of guy i dig.&amp;#160; just like Aragorn, he’s ultra masculine, lean, reserved, and of course, totally protective of the woman he loves. guys out there looking for girls should take a leaf or two out of their books. those traits may not be universally embraced, but they definitely have a significant fan base ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the movie’s pretty good in my opinion but, of course, you’ll think i’m biased since i like both Wolverine and Hugh Jackman. let me explain. ong sf in the ST said it was better than the previous instalment but is still an average popcorn movie, giving it 3 out of 5 stars. she tells the reader that she misses Jackman’s dry humour in the earlier instalments but i suppose she was just busy swooning over Wolverine’s biceps &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ4p7FBKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/1yHwNPSalMk/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="168" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ5UXGQDI/AAAAAAAAAKc/cZAUqP6456Q/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and pecs&amp;#160; while he dished out his one liners… and if you actually THINK about it, this movie is supposed to be darker than the ones focusing on the X-Men. this is, after all, the story of how Wolverine came to be, not Evan Almighty! every major superhero has a sombre past; would you expect yourself to laugh at how Spidey came about? his uncle died, for goodness’ sake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;as for the script, i think David Benioff did a really good job. ong sf feels he lacks the nimbleness of his predecessors, but i think she needs to re-align her expectations of the film. she’s reviewing this movie as if it were meant to be a campy superhero excursion, but it’s not! Benioff has made full use of his characters to deliver wit and depth, trust me on this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;that said, i think Liev Schreiber was fantastic as Victor (who will go on to become Sabretooth). he could’ve turned in the model answer by making Victor really nasty through and through, yet the slight subtlety to his take on the character gave it a lot more real for the audience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and just for laughs ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ6nMpK6I/AAAAAAAAAKg/F3nHO8Tf_w8/s1600-h/image%5B6%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZ7rzmleI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PjoOs3qceFM/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;well, now that you’ve heard from me, go catch it in the cinemas! inject some moolah into the local economy pronto.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-4257826589750095022?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4257826589750095022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=4257826589750095022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4257826589750095022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4257826589750095022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/05/ich-habe-ins-kino-gegangen.html' title='ich habe ins kino gegangen!'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfnZyd22kJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/cVOP-TBLsdo/s72-c/DSC00094_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-8014419055093442278</id><published>2009-04-26T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:21:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a muggy sort of weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRs-V-n8KI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XkfPWI8SYJM/s1600-h/IMG_1368%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1368" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="IMG_1368" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRs_KYmzyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x0DTm6My1rg/IMG_1368_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;got cut washing dishes. i mean, why the hell would a glass bowl grow splinters?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRs_0ZCL9I/AAAAAAAAAI0/pKx4caQScI0/s1600-h/IMG_1387%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_1387" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="IMG_1387" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtAX1X1hI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SrCt09lZubE/IMG_1387_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" border="0" width="164" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;ahhh, a storm long overdue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtDsjt35I/AAAAAAAAAI8/DVbV-Vp6R74/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtEkAxViI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kU_09hS711c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;marie, daryl and i having a ‘let’s look spastic!’ contest. apparently, my right eye’s pretty retarded. really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtH79nRzI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PVnNinOaIjk/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtJhiGpmI/AAAAAAAAAJI/K83vYzg7Bh0/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtMiciAyI/AAAAAAAAAJM/mb4aBHYGMYk/s1600-h/image%5B8%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtNq59QzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/InANa_ADSlc/image_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtQzLsXZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TTngSd--ZyE/s1600-h/image%5B11%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="image" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtSX4VkmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/kc4jzjQK3Ig/image_thumb%5B3%5D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtV4rqu2I/AAAAAAAAAJc/MTjIcD-h_CQ/s1600-h/image%5B14%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="image" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtW095sAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/N7EpDW0V888/image_thumb%5B4%5D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtfKxtFNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/hR0by1AmAfw/s1600-h/image%5B17%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border: 0px none ; display: inline;" alt="image" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRtgw08oUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kCWTiOQL7Mk/image_thumb%5B5%5D.png?imgmax=800" border="0" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;thanks for the Strawberry Cheesecake B&amp;amp;J’s ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-8014419055093442278?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/8014419055093442278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=8014419055093442278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/8014419055093442278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/8014419055093442278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/muggy-sort-of-weekend.html' title='a muggy sort of weekend.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfRs_KYmzyI/AAAAAAAAAIw/x0DTm6My1rg/s72-c/IMG_1368_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-6389698000285706275</id><published>2009-04-25T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:25:19.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;HAD to steal this from Sam’s blog:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img title="image" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="194" alt="image" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfMrXpnM-4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/fL_2RZwvQWI/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;AIRPORT SECURITY: What’s your name?    &lt;br /&gt;PASSENGER: Batman.     &lt;br /&gt;AS: Your real name, please.     &lt;br /&gt;P: My name IS Batman.     &lt;br /&gt;AS: Are you trying to be funny?! What’s your surname?     &lt;br /&gt;P: Superman.     &lt;br /&gt;Airport security handcuffs him &amp;amp; puts him in a locked security facility.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6389698000285706275?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6389698000285706275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=6389698000285706275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6389698000285706275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6389698000285706275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/batman.html' title='Batman'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SfMrXpnM-4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/fL_2RZwvQWI/s72-c/image_thumb.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-3672419696967245214</id><published>2009-04-24T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:50:11.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiveness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;not sure if i've been forgiven, but i guess you two are really magnanimous to have tried to put it behind us right away. i’m really thankful for that, and i hope to make amends as best i can. i know that i can never heal the wounds i inflicted by my thoughtlessness, but i’d like to ask for a chance to be that better friend to all of you. it’s not in my nature to call people up for chats, yet, if that would bring us all closer, i will try. some of what i’m saying here might sound hypocritical, but please please please believe that every word is 200% sincere cos i cherish all of you. thank you for being there for me. may i grow some sense and be more sensitive to your feelings in future; and may our friendship grow stronger as we banish the obstacles that come our way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;i &amp;lt;3 Click.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-3672419696967245214?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3672419696967245214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=3672419696967245214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/3672419696967245214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/3672419696967245214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgiveness.html' title='forgiveness.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-4745645692022482683</id><published>2009-04-11T18:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:22:09.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a blast! yeah right.</title><content type='html'>alone in the Hons room with my music on a rainy saturday yet again. it's making me feel a lil emo, but i'm trying to convince myself that my life is almost perfect. after all, i'm only left with my ISM (only?!), eco-d presentation and catchment report. then i'll have 20 days to mug for 2 papers, after which i'll be jetting off to Tokyo with Balls and Shaz dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's starting to get to me, that the sem is almost over. that my student life is almost done. that i'm losing my excuse to live off my parents. hahahaha! just kidding. sho shaaaad... =( pretty soon, we'll all be singing to Avenue Q's "I Wish I Could Go Back to College"! even though happy times are coming to an end, i have many things to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad to have gotten to know Click since our youthful yr 1 days. the gratitude for the friendship, love and support you guys have shown me throughout the past 4 yrs goes beyond my mastery with words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since the beginning of Hons year, i've gotten to know some friends a little better. i wouldn't trade our days together for anything. in no order of merit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didi: awesome. just awesome. friendly, helpful, great taste in music, likes Andys, hates lizards, fellow linguist! what would Hons year be without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron: awesome2! hahhaa! glad to have shared fieldwork, kinky stuff and all assorted rubbish with you. must teach me yoga in future k?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liling: thanks for brightening our stressful days with your cheery personality and neverending nonsense e.g. punking me with Ziggy's fb! honey pork here we come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin: sweet, sweet girl. fellow BTNR explorer and H!ggs' fieldwork daughters. i'll miss our days of fieldwork and sharing lit with each other. thanks for just being you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Val P: together, we're the Valsss! physical geographers summore. i'll reminisce our gossip sessions Indiana H!ggs and soon to be Indiana Z!gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puey Ling: how old are you arh? 296? lol. was real glad to have played a part in your bday celebrations. and how can we forget those $3 frappes at gloria jean's with Mel! "i loved him yesterday. i love him today. i will love him tomorrow and forever." ahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel aka Mrs Owyong: blurblock. so-and-so pulled a Mel. hahahhaa. we're really gonna miss you dearie, when u're spending time being a good wife to John. don't stare at streetwalkers or give beer to drivers anymore ok?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin: lovable paranoid android. alvin, drive faster! love the sarcasm and self-deprecating humour btw. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: pourquoi?! stop being scared of pontianaks and ghosts! lol. thanks for teaching me a bit of excel the other time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Yuan: another blurblock. stop forgetting my name, swinging things into my face, and remember to do really important things like FFG! haha, thanks for being such a caring friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie: another asbolutely sweet soul. and my bday sis! wish i had more opportunities to know you better. thanks for the gerberas, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wins: the internet is for porn!!! absolutely enjoy talking rubbish and singing Avenue Q with you. don't stress k? *hugs* let's drag the others to have PE again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince: you gotta work on your jokes, dude! :P such a down-to-earth guy, real glad to know you. don't forget me when you become rich and famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weixiong: more fat days and PE together k! i strive to be as lean as you :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazel: ah, my romantic friend... even though i keep making fun of your romantic thoughts, i'm quite the romantic too! so we'll go do romantic things together in future, like ride horses in wide open meadows and picking lavender in the sunset. hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare: yet another sweetie. seeing a bit more spunk in this one now though! we need to share our K-idols with each other :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney &amp;amp; Petrina: you two are like twins! although i can't imagine 2 purple dinosaurs though... can't believe i'm only knowing you two better in year 4 when we could've been better friends in NY. fate works in funny ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lun: MSN buddy! i know what you did last summer... hahaha! you make me feel like i'm in secondary school again! and you're pretty fun to have around, until you start forgetting your limits... thanks for the cake, mate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, Bro: i still can't believe i hated your guts till the almost the middle of yr 4 sem 1 lah! i'm REALLYYYYY grateful i got to know you for a second time. you got my back and i got yours. ;) someday, i'm gonna compile a list of the "derogatory" names you've conferred upon me and shove them all back at you. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this is just the tip of the iceberg. if i reminisce any more right now, i think i might just cry... oh well, back to ISM. love you all, my amazing friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-4745645692022482683?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4745645692022482683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=4745645692022482683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4745645692022482683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4745645692022482683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifes-blast-yeah-right.html' title='life&apos;s a blast! yeah right.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-5628805889238942626</id><published>2009-04-07T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:53:54.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zonked.</title><content type='html'>spent a very dreary 23rd bday yesterday by no fault of anyone's. thanks peeps, for all the bday wishes and hugs! and thanks Veron and Didi for the chocolate and the sweet German note that came with it =) Wei Lun and Ben Yuan bought me nice slice of chocolate cake from olio dome and was gonna celebrate with me, after catchment but i had to rush off to submit the engin proj so they left before i got back. so sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny Bro... he didn't know it was my bday and he was like "eh, why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?!" like it's my fault for not drawing attention to it. -_-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was chicken rice at some market in Dover, Bro's treat. thanks Bro, still owe ya a shake. we went back to the Hons rm to do work, and we ended up taking some really ugly pics using Veron's Mac. check them out on facebk. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, met some creepy, drunk uncle at the bus stop outside NJ. there was just the two of us... he asked me abt whether 961 was still running at that time and i told him yes. after he sat down at the bench diagonally in front of me, he kept turning around to look at me. it was so unnerving! i sms-ed bro and he told me to walk away to somewhere with people. even if it was a good idea, where was i gonna find ppl at 11+pm along Bkt Timah Road??? fortunately, my bus came and i got away. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home, showered, got cracking on my eco presentation. i slept a grand total of 2.5h! shiok max. ahahahaha. sadly, my presentation bombed. i think there was no interesting way to present a paper so dry that the words actually get stuck in your throat on their way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophie, my gorgeous birthday sis, bought a stalk of gerbera for each person in class, including H*rvey Neo. so sweet right?? i got 3 cos it was my birthday too! :P thanks babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'd like to thank my lovely friends for the remembering my birthday and sending me all those facebk and text messages. love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i got punkd. for the full story, please ask me in person. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-5628805889238942626?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5628805889238942626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5628805889238942626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5628805889238942626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5628805889238942626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/zonked.html' title='zonked.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-3625920769295551186</id><published>2009-04-02T00:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:29:53.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love you all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave Out All the Rest - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one else cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaving&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;I've taken my beating&lt;br /&gt;I've shared what I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that I've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;You've learned to hide so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-3625920769295551186?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-1144693923236425113</id><published>2009-03-26T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:31:25.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grad trip</title><content type='html'>i'm leavin' on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;don't know when i'll be back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i do. this is how it goes. tentatively:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-21 May - Tokyo with Balls and Shaz dear&lt;br /&gt;22 May - London with Bro&lt;br /&gt;23-26 May - Berlin on my own&lt;br /&gt;27-29 May - Munich with Liling&lt;br /&gt;30 May-9 June - USA/Canada (Boston, NY, Toronto) with Bro&lt;br /&gt;10-12 June - London with Bro, Liling, Matt, PL, Ying Zhi?&lt;br /&gt;12 June - Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so excited! my grad trips cover 3 continents!!! and the best part? i finally get to go to Germany! XD but i'm so not looking forward to making a fool of myself with broken German. last evening, i replied Frau Verry with 'oui' instead of 'ja'. faints...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-1144693923236425113?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1144693923236425113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=1144693923236425113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1144693923236425113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1144693923236425113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/grad-trip.html' title='grad trip'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-6989384240002820289</id><published>2009-03-14T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:54:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random bday thingy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.paulsadowski.com/BirthData.asp" href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/BirthData.asp"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/BirthData.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 14 July 1985 which was a Sunday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You were born on a Sunday under the astrological sign Aries.   &lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp7"&gt;7&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;br /&gt;Your fortune cookie reads: In the end there are three things that last: faith, hope and love; and the greatest of these is love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Life Path Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 1, 5 &amp;amp; 7.    &lt;br /&gt;You should get along well with those with the Life Path numbers 4 &amp;amp; 22.    &lt;br /&gt;You may or may not get along well with those with the Life Path number 9.    &lt;br /&gt;You are least compatible with those with the Life Path numbers 2, 3, 6, 8 &amp;amp; 11.    &lt;br /&gt;Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/9/1986 and ending 1/28/1987.    &lt;br /&gt;You were born in the &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/"&gt;Chinese year of the Tiger&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;br /&gt;Your Native American Zodiac sign is Hawk; your plant is Dandelion.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As of 3/14/2009 10:45:05 AM EST   &lt;br /&gt;You are 22 years old.    &lt;br /&gt;You are 275 months old.    &lt;br /&gt;You are 1,196 weeks old.    &lt;br /&gt;You are 8,378 days old.    &lt;br /&gt;You are 201,082 hours old.    &lt;br /&gt;You are 12,064,965 minutes old.    &lt;br /&gt;You are 723,897,905 seconds old.    &lt;br /&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zach Braff (1975) &amp;lt;— me like…&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Candace Cameron (1976)    &lt;br /&gt;Ari Meyers (1969)    &lt;br /&gt;Marilu Henner (1952)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;John Ratzenberger (1947)   &lt;br /&gt;Philip Austin (1941)    &lt;br /&gt;Merle Haggard (1937)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Billy Dee Williams (1937)   &lt;br /&gt;Andre Previn (1929)    &lt;br /&gt;Lowell Thomas (1892)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Butch Cassidy (1866)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Top songs of 1986&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=That%27s+What+Friends+Are+For+Dionne+%26+Friends%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;That's What Friends Are For by Dionne &amp;amp; Friends&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Walk+Like+an+Egyptian+Bangles%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Walk Like an Egyptian by Bangles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=On+My+Own+Patti+LaBelle+%26+Michael+McDonald%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;On My Own by Patti LaBelle &amp;amp; Michael McDonald&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Greatest+Love+of+All+Whitney+Houston%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Greatest Love of All by Whitney Houston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Stuck+with+You+Huey+Lewis+%26+the+News%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Stuck with You by Huey Lewis &amp;amp; the News&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Rock+Me+Amadeus+Falco%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Rock Me Amadeus by Falco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Kyrie+Mr%2E+Mister%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Kyrie by Mr. Mister&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Kiss+Prince+%26+the+Revolution%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Kiss by Prince &amp;amp; the Revolution&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Papa+Don%27t+Preach+Madonna%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Papa Don't Preach by Madonna&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=How+Will+I+Know+Whitney+Houston%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;How Will I Know by Whitney Houston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 3.27906066536204 years old. (Life's just a big chewy bone for you!)   &lt;br /&gt;Your lucky day is Tuesday.    &lt;br /&gt;Your lucky number is 9.    &lt;br /&gt;Your ruling planet(s) is Mars &amp;amp; Pluto.    &lt;br /&gt;Your lucky dates are 9th, 18th, 27th.    &lt;br /&gt;Your opposition sign is Libra.    &lt;br /&gt;Your opposition number(s) is 6.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Today is not one of your lucky days! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are &lt;strong&gt;23 days&lt;/strong&gt; till your next birthday &lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;— hint hint&lt;/strong&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;on which your cake will have 23 candles.    &lt;br /&gt;Those 23 candles produce 23 BTUs,    &lt;br /&gt;or 5,796 calories of heat (that's only 5.7960 food Calories!) .    &lt;br /&gt;You can boil 2.63 US ounces of water with that many candles.&amp;#160; &lt;img alt="" src="http://www.paulsadowski.com/showpicture.asp?PhotoId=clap.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your birth flower is DAISY   &lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Diamond&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Mystical properties of Diamond&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;Diamonds are said to increase personal clarity to help one see things clearly as well as be straight-forward and honest. Supposedly, the higher quality the diamond, the better it is supports these qualities. &lt;/blockquote&gt; Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (&lt;i&gt;Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources&lt;/i&gt;)  &lt;blockquote&gt;Opal, Quartz, White Sapphire&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rowan, the Sensitivity &lt;/b&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Full of charm, cheerful, gifted, without egoism, likes to draw attention, loves life, motion, unrest and even complications, is both dependent and independent, good taste, artistic, passionate, emotional, good company, does not forgive.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; The moon's phase on the day you were  &lt;br /&gt;born was waning crescent.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6989384240002820289?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6989384240002820289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=6989384240002820289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6989384240002820289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6989384240002820289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-bday-thingy.html' title='random bday thingy'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-7359173199420580198</id><published>2009-03-14T22:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:42:54.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some backlog…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;realised that i didn’t hit “publish” so please pardon the oldness of the entry…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;went for Matt’s Baba House excursion and i’m happy to say i enjoyed myself. did you know… traditional Peranakan houses actually have peepholes in the floor that let bibiks look down from the second level to observe guests and even spit sireh down at them if they don’t like them? how civilised… muahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SbvCThGdy_I/AAAAAAAAAHg/Tr9sa1NwVOI/s1600-h/babahse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="babahse" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="164" alt="babahse" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SbvCVqAMRTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rfQXt1nXgDg/babahse_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after Baba House, we had lunch in the arts canteen then Erin, Didi and myself met Higgs in his office. my progress is dismal. i feel panicky and disheartened all at the same time. and i know i’m supposed to get cracking, but i’ve never felt this slack my entire life. someone prod me please!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;next up was the project meeting for Innovativeness. PL and i headed over to Raffles City to meet Mel at Gloria Jean’s. ice blended drinks are going for $3 from 2-7pm, happy happeee day~ though we were distracted here and there, we managed to complete our agenda and then some, as you can tell!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SbvCW2Rd9rI/AAAAAAAAAHo/zfum5oYfYic/s1600-h/fatcaucasians2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="fatcaucasians" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="164" alt="fatcaucasians" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SbvCYlvcvsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/3UWrka-nUHY/fatcaucasians_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SbvCZjpCI-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zxi3QFgcZC0/s1600-h/gloriajeans3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="gloriajeans" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="302" alt="gloriajeans" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SbvCa5EynHI/AAAAAAAAAH0/TRC7HCpkQMA/gloriajeans_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="203" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;when we were done discussing, the rich music and tantalising tango beats led us like the pied piper’s mice into That CD Shop. we sampled lots of CDs, i even listened to some old Chinese big band tracks. after some hunting, Mel got PL one of the High Society series CDs for her bday then we headed home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i &amp;lt;3 Mel and PL! and gloria jean’s for 3 bucks :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-7359173199420580198?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7359173199420580198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=7359173199420580198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7359173199420580198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7359173199420580198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-backlog.html' title='some backlog…'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SbvCVqAMRTI/AAAAAAAAAHk/rfQXt1nXgDg/s72-c/babahse_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-4528110936646431048</id><published>2009-02-24T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T02:24:28.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>catchment, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;most reluctantly, i dragged myself out of bed at 9 to meet Small Ben at YCK MRT at 9.45 for our field site recce. val, he was there to give u a lift, so would you pls not be so lazy and take it for granted? *slaps meself*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we picked Wei Lun up at bkt panjang and headed over to the marsh on the other side of BTNR. yes, i know i’ve bid the damn place adieu, but what can i do when it’s two against one??? anyway, we parked near some gate to PUB then walked along the bike trails to our first site where Wei Lun often jogs. it was a marsh! quite interesting to see a natural-looking water body in sg man… and it had fish in it! no, they weren’t dead ones, in fact, some grew to quite a decent size. we discussed a little, took some pics, then walked out to the smaller marsh on the outside, near the pipes that bring our water in from johor. there, i encountered my first wild snake! it was pretty cute! i googled it, think it’s some kinda non-venomous kukri found in sg. anyway, it slithered away in a split second so i had no time to take a picture of it, unlike cam-whoring monitor lizards and long-tailed macaques… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after looking around for a bit, we went back into the forested area around the marsh. kaypoh Wei Lun walked slightly more towards the marsh, slipped and landed hard on his tush. must’ve hurt since he hasn’t got much cushioning there :P then while Ben and i were chatting, enjoying the shade, breeze and tranquillity, the joker nicely walked into the marsh to test the stability of the bed material. Ben and i continued chatting and brainstorming, and the next thing we knew, Wei Lun had bashed into the jungle. siao lah, that one. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;having had his fun, he came back and we discussed in proper for abt half an hr. i can guarantee you, that has got to be one of the best places for a proper project discussion. you don’t have laptops, people, food or drinks to distract you from the task at hand. when we were done, we headed back to the car and decided to lunch at BPP, Ben’s “wife’s” territory, lol.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;we had some fish and chips at the Naked dunnowhat. the food was nothing to hoot about, but the conversation, which revolved around police and thieves, was excellent sustenance for the curiosity. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;damn pissed at what happened later in the day. tutee forgot abt our lesson and cancelled yet again, which meant another loss in income. then i decided to head straight for Wei Lien’s but he was still mugging in school cos he thought i’d be there around 4+. so two things were bombed instead of one, thanks arh jowo, u owe me big time. at least after i got home and showered, i had a wonderful 2.5h nap cos it was raining. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;i need a stable source of income…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-4528110936646431048?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4528110936646431048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=4528110936646431048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4528110936646431048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4528110936646431048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/catchment-anyone.html' title='catchment, anyone?'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-3342447235178527837</id><published>2009-02-23T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:26:55.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first practical</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;went shooting at Hortpark with Big Ben today. it started off hot and sunny but got cloudy in an hour or so. i’ve got nth much to show for it, i’m afraid. =( but at least i gained some experience and got to play with his tamron, helios and tessar, hee! Ben arh, not sure if you’ll ever read this, but i’m mighty glad to have had a second chance to know you. you’re like the BFG! haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SaQuUZCnh6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/9uEfSDbZGqo/s1600-h/450D%20test%20pics%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="450D test pics" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="450D test pics" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SaQuVGmqWTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lqIO9VagMBI/450D%20test%20pics_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;decided to indulge in a cup of bubble tea from hougang pt on my way home. but when i got to my front door, i realised that i was locked out! tsk. so i went back down to the void deck and played around some more with the tessar i borrowed from Ben till my dad got back. (–_-)””&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;after i started up my lappie, i got a “msg” from a sec sch friend on MSN about health supplements. of all times lah! my antivirus had expired and i hadn’t reinstalled it so i tio the damn thing even though i didn’t click on it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ok, guess i’ve done my part for the day. peace out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-3342447235178527837?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3342447235178527837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=3342447235178527837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/3342447235178527837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/3342447235178527837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-practical.html' title='my first practical'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SaQuVGmqWTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lqIO9VagMBI/s72-c/450D%20test%20pics_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-2263271888098214671</id><published>2009-02-22T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:19:04.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 450D, D for Darling</title><content type='html'>okay... i've thought of a new nick for Ferdi! instead of having to share "Dear" with Grace, Kit and Shaz dears, he'll henceforth be known as Awesomeness! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to my big announcement: I've finally got myself a DSLR!!! as the title suggests, it's the canon 450d and I LOVE IT!!! of course, it's still no match with my Awesomeness :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a test shot that passed my current low QC standards to have made it onto my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SaAx77xB_XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3CGwjMjpk6Q/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SaAx77xB_XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3CGwjMjpk6Q/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305295266767830386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not great, but it'll do for now since i haven't exactly familiarised myself with my cam yet. and hey, lenses play a big part too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was action-packed ah. stoopid HN had a 1h housekeeping lect but i didn't blame him for it since i could leave early for BTNR. Veron, Didi and i cabbed both ways, shiok man. yesterday's visit was our farewell to BTNR as our field site, we took down everything we had to. when we signed out, the park keepers were joking abt Didi's soil samples that if lots of NUS students took soil samples from BTNR, we'd move the whole hill to Kent Ridge -_-''' old ppl, have a really strange sense of humour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the evening, the hons class usual suspects minus a couple of key figures, went for cheap french food at serene centre. wahhh, le confit c'est bien! will definitely go again with Awesomeness =) dessert was 2 scoops of happiness from island creamery. though the ice cream was heavenly, we descended into the depths of hell and moral decay as we bitched abt life (content is classified). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, dunno what else to so say, so once again, i'd like to proclaim my undying love for my hons mates! *hugs u all to bits* bis der nächster Ausflug im März!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2263271888098214671?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2263271888098214671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2263271888098214671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2263271888098214671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2263271888098214671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-450d-d-for-darling.html' title='my 450D, D for Darling'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SaAx77xB_XI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3CGwjMjpk6Q/s72-c/IMG_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-6326073305766757687</id><published>2009-01-26T13:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:46:58.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>hullo! guess most ppl are out visiting right now, i'm waiting to go over to my ah ma's house too. that's where everyone goes, and that's also where all the fun is. can't believe one of my granduncles came so early this morning that daryl and i hadn't time to get out of bed and wash up! it's an invasion of privacy i tell u! but a happy one lah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang baos of the world unite, and please find ur way into my pockets! muahahaha. valerie out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6326073305766757687?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6326073305766757687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=6326073305766757687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6326073305766757687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6326073305766757687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!!!'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-6248602525949388665</id><published>2009-01-23T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:40:50.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting back in shape</title><content type='html'>val, you're doing good, give yourself a pat on the back! *pat pat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, so thick-skinned right? but i really think i've been doing well in terms of making an effort to exercise and live life to the max. been hanging out with me unmarried 20+ yr old cousins and my lovely hons classmates! last saturday night was pool and pub with Ferdi, Adeline, Ray, Yuexin jie2, Jeryn jie2 + Ben aka future cousin-in-law. the pool part was good, but i realised that we're just not the type to hang out in pubs. this sunday's gonna be badminton, healthy stuff, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i'm sooo glad that the hons class has deemed wednesday as PE day! first one was badminton, sadly, i could only go for the last hr of it. this week's was frisbee and some random activities cos Our Melody was so late. here's a sample: skipping (so pri sch PE!), limbo rock (?!), and extended shuttle run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, i followed the timetable i set out for myself and ran for 4km around hougang happy house, then came back and "worked out" at the fitness corner. so proud of myself for managing to keep that self-discipline k! too bad that doesn't apply to my studies... =( oh well, shall try to be more disciplined for that too, it's the final sem le!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-6248602525949388665?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6248602525949388665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=6248602525949388665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6248602525949388665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/6248602525949388665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-back-in-shape.html' title='getting back in shape'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-5475014729236488111</id><published>2009-01-21T00:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:46:34.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2, 200109</title><content type='html'>2145h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be honest, I cried again last night. I kept myself up all the way till 2am just to procrastinate going to bed, to avoid meeting the demons I managed to keep at bay; yet it was to no avail. As i kissed our love tokens goodnight, they became indistinct silhouettes against the dim light of the table lamp. My heart, against my better judgement, was heeding the advice of that fat bird, to cry if it made me feel better. Anyone who has pined for anyone would understand that the more one thinks about their loved one separated from themselves, the harder it is to come to terms with it. But then again, the fat bird only gave it ten days. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having had to battle peak hour crowds did not permit the luxury of penning my thoughts so i just stood and stared blankly into space. Occasionally, my mind wandered off to Ferdi's side. This made my body jealous, being physically unable to join him in Sweden. So i had to will my mind back to Singapore, where my body was trapped riding the northeast line with a bunch of zombified commuters living out their mundane existence. I was no different from them, really. His absence has sucked all the meaning and joy from the things i do, leaving the past two days a wretched vacuum. All i want to do is stay locked in a neverending embrace with him. Given current circumstances, I'd make do with just sitting in front of my computer waiting for a message from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, through all the mucus and tears last night, i found comfort in the Q&amp;A game he and i have been playing every year at the fireworks festival. It's like knowing each other all over again, familiar and heartwarming, yet entirely refreshing at the same time. Most conversations between people go unrecorded, and even if they were recorded, they go unrevised. Even though it was a game, the words on the paper, some smudged by rain drops, hold so much meaning and memories of our time together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you like to think about?&lt;br /&gt;A: Sometimes at night or before i go out, i think about the things i can do with you the next day, things that'll touch you, to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reading through them brought me the comfort I needed for banishing the despair i felt when i realised that i hadn't a single picture of us in my phone and how i didn't bother to take one. Certainy, our love is made of much sterner stuff than intangible digital images on an electronic device, and far more real than what our eyes perceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a glimmer of hope, a possibility that i could banish the demons tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me just one message before i turn in. I'll make it work, i promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-5475014729236488111?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5475014729236488111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5475014729236488111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5475014729236488111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5475014729236488111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-2-200109.html' title='Day 2, 200109'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-497863569716865522</id><published>2009-01-20T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T00:23:17.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1, 190109</title><content type='html'>disclaimer: might be too emo and mushy for general consumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1305h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school. Eyes are puffy from crying yesterday afternoon and before falling asleep. Some fat bird told me things about having one's TSO leave for SEP:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It will make or break the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;2. The first ten days will be hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember if there's anything else to glean from last night's online conversation, but i figured these will probably be the essential points to keep in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't anything to disagree on in those two points, even if you did try to deconstruct them, peel the layers of fat and muscle away to reveal the bones. All that would've been accomplished was to prove the resilience of their truth. I'm not worried. Not at all. He and I can master the currents that pull and keep us apart, predict the storms that come our way. After all, what have the past 2.5 years been built upon? And as for the first ten days being hell, i suppose i'll be fine as long as i surround myself with company in my waking hours and keep myself occupied. It is a known fact that the demons only come out at night. I think I'll hold out just fine. In fact, there are so many things I have on my to-do list that i doubt i could squeeze in time for more crying and moping. But then again, my emotions are sentient beings beyond my brain's control and I am firmly enslaved by them. Who knows when I will next morph into a puddle of hot, salty tears from the throbbing ache?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i'm not exploiting this opportunity to be melodramatic, overly emotional and altogether seem as if i were begging for sympathy, cos i'm not. It is a fine line between that and the genuine pining that i am feeling and ought to feel. I have to bear in mind that both of us have to be strong during these trying times, to look forward instead of dwelling on the fact that he's not here to give me the support i've grown to be so reliant upon, not here to crack his lame jokes just to make me laugh, not here to purr in satisfaction when i stroke the back of his ear, not here to catch movies in the cinema or in the comfort of his room, not here to cook aglio together, or apply heat to a random assortment of ingredients, not here to tuck me into bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2100h&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at the bus stop outside Joanne's place. The demons beckon, they're getting closer with every stroke of my pen. It's a cool night, unusual considering the warm monsoon we've been having. I wonder how he is... GMT+1, that's seven hours behind Singapore; it'll be another four hourse or so before he lands in cold, cold Sverige. Another five to seven hours before he calls to tell me he's safe and how friggin' cold Stockholm is. I'm envious, sad and happy for him all at once. I wish i had taken the chance. Even Australia would've been nice. New Zealand would've rocked of course. But this is not my story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be really cold there! Does your breath fog up in front of you? Enjoy everything and every second of it ok? Even more so cos I'm here thinking of you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll have more to say later besides 'i miss you' and 'i love you', so I'll just leave it at that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours always,&lt;br /&gt;Val&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Keep making memories cos you're gonna weave them into exciting stories to share with me when you get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-497863569716865522?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/497863569716865522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=497863569716865522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/497863569716865522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/497863569716865522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-1-190109.html' title='Day 1, 190109'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-2848153566070560890</id><published>2008-11-11T19:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:27:07.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of ice cream and movies</title><content type='html'>hmm, today was really eventful considering what happened on my way to school! french was boring as usual though, it makes me wonder if it's equally boring if someone else were to teach it. which leads me to wonder if german will be as fun at the goethe institute as it was in NUS! i miss my german class peeps... hi ella, mindy, geraldine and natalie (tch. not like they'll see this.)! and i miss the most awesome german lecturer ever, Frau Schaumann! her skills as a teacher are unmatched i tell u. but the title of the most fun german lecturer goes to Frau Verry. absolutely miss her lessons even though i spent half the time sweating out my brain juices. ok... that was random and i totally went off tangent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after french, i had a quick lunch by myself in the canteen and went down to the hons room. i slacked for like 1.5h!!! val, you should be ashamed of yourself! anyway, FLC and Dr P*w came in for the final urban seminar and winnie was like "the more i look at him, the more he looks like wolverine lah!" and kit and i concurred. i still can't get over the c+ he gave me. evil kiwi... anyway, later on, someone commented that FLC's part was like the micro perspective and Dr P*w's was the macro one so it should've been taught in the reverse sequence. i kinda agree but i also feel that FLC's part was just a series of case studies that made it rather pointless to learn about. then again, it might just be my poor thought process that makes it seem that way. oh well, in any case, i just have to try to figure out what he wants for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the final seminar took all of 45 mins of the usual 3h slot so a bunch of us decided to go for ice cream at sunset way. there were 8 of us in 3 cars, we're like the most environmentally unfriendly geographers ever! *hangs head in shame* big ben was changing lanes like his life depended on it, small ben and matt were following suit cos they didn't really know the way. and kit was exclaiming happily that it was the most exciting drive she had ever taken in her life (i beg to differ -_-'''). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, at the ice cream parlour, we were lucky cos there weren't any other customers so we all took our time to sample the flavours and decide on our orders. i got a waffle with a scoop of kookie monster, which although was nice, was greatly regretted cos the dark chocolate was amazing. and while eating, we discussed how to keep the class entertained during reading week. small ben actually suggested playing movies back-to-back on mondays!~ k ahhh, like that sure fail lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we decided that everyone should submit a movie and we'll try to get them played in the hons room in the evening so that ppl can be entertained as they eat! not bad eh? since the conversation was about movies, everyone was talking abt the various genres and their favourites. big ben assumed that i like the gore kind, like wtf!!! he may share my tastes in intellectual films but don't turn me into a gore freak like him *bleah* small ben on the other hand, tried to figure out what movies i'd like. i think it's in his blood to be a counsellor. he tries to assess a person's character, and if the person has problems, he'll try to work it out for them! such a nice guy... no wonder i had a cr***... oh shit. i always seem to lose my head for ultra nice guys. ahmad, take it as a great compliment k? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it was time to leave, small ben gave weixiong, kit and myself a lift back to sch. then i waited for a bit before meeting Ferdi at the interchange. the ride to his place was relatively uneventful since we were both fast asleep with our heads lolling from side to side in a very unglam fashion. BUT we saw an awful traffic accident when we approached toa payoh. a black car had its engine smashed in when it collided with one of those huge-ass trucks. dunno what happened exactly but thank goodness no one was hurt. for everyone's sake, i hope tomorrow's gonna be less eventful :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2848153566070560890?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2848153566070560890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2848153566070560890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2848153566070560890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2848153566070560890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/11/of-ice-cream-and-movies.html' title='of ice cream and movies'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-2699892424095865425</id><published>2008-11-11T13:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:03:02.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urban incivility on public transport</title><content type='html'>man, the title of this post alludes to many concepts in human geog already :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, was on the upper deck of bus 10 this morning when suddenly, there came from the back, a very loud and "si bak gao (4-eyed monkeys, referring to the bespectacled population), go to hell!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naturally, some ppl turned to look at the source of the din. the guy shouted the same thing a second time but i didn't have the balls to look behind cos i was wearing my glasses today and it would've been pointless to take them off to look... don't wanna kena bash, no choice! :P then, two girls, whom i noticed were wearing glasses, went down to the lower deck. at the next stop, the bus stopped for damn long, about a good ten minutes before some ppl decided to find out what was going on. my very accurate intuition told me that the girls had reported the incident to the driver and that we were waiting for the cops to come. when i finally followed my juniors down to the lower deck, we found all of those ppl who came downstairs crowded around the front of the bus. some guy was joking abt taking the culprit's pic and uploading it on stomp... everyone was asking each other what was going on, and apparently, the guy had harassed the girls. i've no clue if it was molest or anything, but the bus driver, whom i assumed was unfamiliar with such a  situation and therefore incapable of handling it, reluctantly allowed a few passengers to alight as they were in a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst the rest of us were contemplating cabbing to school, a traffic cop came to investigate the matter. after he asked the girls a few questions and asked them to identify the guy, he got the guy to alight with him. the guy looked friendly talking to the policeman, but i guess he was just trying to get off the hook, gross. thinking the whole matter had blown over, the bus driver took off. then at the stop right after Haw Par Villa, the bus stopped again and the driver said that the policeman needed to take the girls' statements so he had to remain behind. all of us just got fed up and alighted to wait for the next bus. in the end, all of us were like half an hr late! anyway, doesn't make much of a difference for me since i'm always late for tuesays' french classes. my reputation is shot. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what happened to the girls... i'm expecting campus security to send out emails asking students to be more careful on public transport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2699892424095865425?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2699892424095865425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2699892424095865425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2699892424095865425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2699892424095865425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/11/urban-incivility-on-public-transport.html' title='urban incivility on public transport'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-768590904861159192</id><published>2008-10-23T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:25:05.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed over...</title><content type='html'>omg. so gonna die. just submitted the geog thought A individual assignment with 5 friggin references. i can just smell that C+ already. i know negativity is of no use, but what is the use of a blog if i don't rant on it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything's so depressing these days, besides Balls, Kit and Shaz dears and i winning third place in the inaugural Public Pol*cy Challenge. yes, third, not second runner-up. no soft language for me! for background on soft language, watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h67k9eEw9AY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h67k9eEw9AY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, that was a couple of weeks ago. wanted to publish this but i never got the time. so as an update, my geog thought A essay crashed and burnt. on a happier note, Prof Wong was very generous with the grades, and we students were equally deserving so we were all damn happy to see a bunch of As on our essays and paper evaluations. Prof Wong, even though your paper was a bitch to do, thanks loads! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-768590904861159192?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/768590904861159192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=768590904861159192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/768590904861159192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/768590904861159192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/10/screwed-over.html' title='screwed over...'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-2431281922514862488</id><published>2008-08-28T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:32:19.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did it again</title><content type='html'>yes, i've managed to slack off from blogging yet again. i guess it's just not in my blood. we're almost at the end of the third week of Honours life. wow. geog thought A is mind-boggling, geog thought B is just downright boring, urban 4k's content could be thought-provoking but i suppose how our side-burned Kiwi lectures actually dulls the topic for me. coastal management is a lil boring at times, but prof actually makes ultra corny jokes that no one can resist. take for example today's anecdote: prof's aussie relative points to a coconut tree strung with lights and enquires its name; to this, prof says "coconutus electronificus!" and she buys his crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think at this point, the humongous hons class is still trying to find a way to gel with each other. after 4 years, i finally get the chance to put names to familiar faces i see in lectures and on campus. and of course, the downside to it is being cooped up in the hons batch with some undesirable characters. guess Click would know who i'm referring to so i shan't say more. as for my fifth module, i needed a UE and i decided on french 1 cos i figured i'm better suited to languages than regular content modules. it's quite alright so far, but i must say that the teaching framework isn't as structured as in german. looks like the french teachers can take a leaf or two out of the german teachers' books. but the most infuriating thing about taking french in NUS is this: i wasn't feeling too well tuesday morning so i decided to skip french and emailed my teacher to tell her i'd make-up for it later in the day, but i wasn't allowed to do so! don't get me wrong, the teacher is a very nice lady, but oh the f***ing rules. the department is anal-retentive or something. some pissed off student must've shoved escargot up their metaphorical asshole and now they're screwing us over as if that would give them the revenge they so badly crave. if it was german, they'd let you join another lecture group, no questions asked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. can't believe i went on such a huge rant. anyways, it's freezing here in AS7 even with a nice knitted scarf draped over me. i'm so damn lazy lah... can print and do readings but dun want... end up blog hopping and updating my own blog. CMI. i wanted to blog in singlish but i realised i couldn't! singlish fail! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's me and Ferdi's second anniversary!!! he's got lessons till 2 so i'm waiting for him before we head off for a celebration. :D apparently he's got a surprise in store. i wonder... but i suppose i shouldn't get my hopes too high up since he's been busy and we spend waaaay too much time together for him to plan any elaborate surprise. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, after reading Shaz dear's blog just now, i felt the need to thank her for her dedication in scouring travel fairs for our grad trip. Click, if at first i seemed a lil half-hearted about the whole thing, my sincerest apologies. it's kinda difficult for me to afford a grad trip to Japan and i'm trying my best to get the funds. it's just that since i can't confirm at this point if i can afford it, that i find deal-scouting a lil meaningless. but after seeing how Shaz and Grace dears have been diligently trawling the net and papers for travel deals, i promise to give it my all, no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk, i shall leave it at this for now, i'm turning into an icicle. perhaps more time for updates over the weekends. brrr... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2431281922514862488?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2431281922514862488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2431281922514862488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2431281922514862488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2431281922514862488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-did-it-again.html' title='i did it again'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-5391168684965806835</id><published>2008-07-15T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T13:34:45.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a taste of summer at last</title><content type='html'>sunday was pretty relaxing one. after Stacey got home from golf practice, we had lunch then headed out for payless shoe source cos she needed some formal shoes for work. i got a pair of black patent mary-janes with kitten heels for $7. later in the afternoon, Stacey and i decided to go into the pool. i finally got to use my new swim suit! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before the fun began, we had to clean up the pool a bit. we used the pool nets and fished out flowers, weeds, bugs etc. it is kinda gross, but at least i'm 100% sure that there isn't pee in there. :P we played a few rounds of poker by the pool, then fooled around with the pool floats. and what better way to chronicle our youth but take photos with silly poses? 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Stacey had a golf tournament early next day and uncle Tom decided it was better for her to rest the night there instead of waking up at an unearthly for the 3.5h drive. have i ever told you? i love long car rides. yes, long car rides put a disgusting amount of carbon dioxide into the atmosphere, not to mention other pollutants as well, but i just can't help enjoying myself. outside the windows, i see the cars and trees whizzing past. i love the way the sun goes down shining on the hills and mountains, it coats them in a wondrous shade of gold and sends me on a daydream of squirrels and gophers scampering back to their trees and burrows before the day's end. of course, given the size of the hills and mountains, they don't "whizz" by as we go on our way. they seem to take their time to stroll serenely out of your field of vision. it's kinda like how humans stroll in a park while ants scuttle around at their feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, a long car ride isn't complete without an iPod and a playlist of your fave car tunes. the moment we got out of the driveway, Stacey and i both reached for our lifesaving device and plugged ourselves in. ahhh, the sounds of soft rock music that are my road trip besties flowed into my ears and throughout my body. about an hour into the drive, Stacey and i started talking about world and american history. it was really interesting since i know so little of history. and i have to confess, it's a breath of fresh air compared to what our conversations usually revolve around. then while driving through an almost desolate, windy stretch of the road through the mountains, i could almost imagine myself as a mustang galloping ecstatically through open country. and for some unfathomable reason, even though everywhere around us was still as golden as when we started off, my aunt began discussing ghost stories and haunted locations in s'pore. i mean, huh?! k lah, decided to humour her. after all, i am dying to get home. we all had a good laugh when we reminisced the last time they were visiting us in s'pore and my dad had taken us to a certain traffic junction in Changi. there is supposedly this spirit of an old, white guy who holds the hand of a little girl and crosses that junction at a certain time in the night. even though we saw nothing supernatural, my brother got the scare of his life from another "sighting". we were driving slowly since we were looking out for ghosts right? then there were 2 pedestrians wearing very fancy dresses and my bro was like "whoa they're hot!" then when the one in white turned around, he went "ahhhh!!! Dad, speed up! WTF!" it turns out those 2 were part of the infamous tranny community in Changi. great bods, but with faces that make you go "holy shit!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i do love to digress. with about 40 mins left to our destination, our surroundings started to look really grey and dreary. my aunt touched the window and realised that it was cold and my uncle clarified that what my aunt and i had taken for the Californian smog was actually coastal fog. Salinas is pretty close to San Francisco, hence the fog, windy and cool climate. the diurnal temperature range was 13-20 deg C, a lovely change from the 38 deg C daily max temperature in Porterville. -_-''' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't gotten used to the fact that the sun doesn't fully set till 9pm during summer. it was just about fully dark when we got into the motel's parking lot. the initial plan was to stay at Motel 6, but hey, after watching Hollywood movies, we're not really sure we wanna sleep on those sheets just to save a few bucks so uncle Tom checked us in at Day's Inn instead. after we lugged our stuff to the room, we walked across the street for a late dinner at Denny's. Stacey and i shared 2 grilled shrimp skewers and some kinda rice. it was pretty good and i was happy to discover that besides fried shrimp, grilled ones don't have that strange, shrimpy smell either. hooray! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the room, Stacey and i watched the Parent Trap on tv while letting the food settle. pretty soon, she turned in but i stayed up to chat with Ferdi &lt;3 and Matt. i guess both conversations weighed pretty heavily on my mind, later on, i couldn't get to sleep no matter how hard i tried. it didn't help that the motel was so close to the freeway, i heard sirens, a guy shouting from the parking lot, and a whole lot of trucks. i literally got up every hour right down to the minute. i think i finally drifted off at 5am but before long, Stacey was up and about getting ready to go to the golf course for some practice. you could say i was really tired and tensed, cos i could detect every movement Stacey and her parents made. she went to their room, they went downstairs for breakfast, the came up, they went down yada yada. i could hear and sense it all. i finally gave up and got out of bed to get ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakfast was pathetic. the motel provides "continental breakfast" but it's not what you'd expect. when i went to the counter, all they had were plastic-wrapped cookies and muffins, some apples and bananas, orange juice in a jug, coffee in those hot water flasks and styrofoam cups... so pathetic!!!!! i grabbed a cookie and filled a cup with coffee. as i was capping it with the plastic cover, the damned cup collapsed and the coffee went all over my hand and the counter! really felt shitty then, especially when i could feel my aunt's disapproving gaze behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on the coffee and got orange juice instead, went back to the room, watched a lil Last Comic Standing while i packed and ate. when it was time to go, i lugged my stuff down, and we went to the golf course. when we found them, and i had just sat down on a bench, there was a loud crash from the parking lot. accident! i decided to stay and watch my uncle's backpack and let the other grownups check it out. my aunt came back and told me that some stupid fella in a truck tried to turn out of the parking lot just as a sewage tanker was going by. the poor tanker driver was injured and taken out in a stretcher. how stupid was that truck driver?! couldn't he see oncoming traffic? it's really not one of those accidents where people lose control of their vehicles you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when the tournament began, we just walked around like normal golf spectators, watching Stacey and the other girls in her age group play those 18 holes. it was pretty cold at first, but as the day progressed, we had to take off our jackets. Stacey was off-form the whole day. it's sad to watch her play so badly when she's usually pretty good. and watching golf really isn't fun unless you're watching pros. in the end, she still managed to get a trophy cos there were only 3 of them in her age group, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way back to Porterville we stopped by a place called Harris Ranch for "lunner" (lunch + dinner). because it's a ranch kitchen, all the food there was grown and reared right on the ranch. the deco of the place was farming themed of course. they mounted all sorts of old, rusty, dangerous-looking farm tools on the walls above the dining booths, which made us feel a lil worried. we don't wanna catch tetanus or anything, or worse, lose our heads :P but hey, the food was excellent! Stacey and i shared a Caesar's salad and a Gorgonzola Burger. mmmm... the succulent patty, the fragrant melted cheese, the juicy tomato slice, the fresh veges. sadly, i don't think i'll ever be there again, at least not any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the journey home was pretty uneventful so i shan't bore you guys anymore. till the next post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2680339241396678835?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2680339241396678835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2680339241396678835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2680339241396678835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2680339241396678835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-oven-to-fridge-and-back-again.html' title='from the oven to the fridge and back again'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-7932883462852685862</id><published>2008-07-08T02:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:43:19.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the driving test...</title><content type='html'>i tried to sleep early last night to get well rested for the driving test but ended up tossing and turning the whole time anyway. no thanks to Ju On 2... anyways, i woke up at 7.30 this morning, washed up, got dressed and tried to de-zombify myself in the mirror using foundation on my dark eye rings. breakfast was a simple cup of milk tea and a Pop Tart. at 0840h, i drove with aunt J and Stacey to the DMV, parked and headed to the counter to register. my test was supposed to be at 0910h but the people ahead of me took a longer time so we waited for about 15 mins before i went out for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were hoping to get the male tester cos he's the lenient one, but i got a very mean Hispanic lady instead. i heard from Stacey that she doesn't talk to people, she barks at them, even her colleagues! that sure got my stomach in a knot. i guess i really wasn't familiar with the controls of the car, messed up the positions of the defoggers and emergency brakes (which is what we know as the handbrake in S'pore).  after checking that the car was in working condition, the tester made me drive out. she really didn't make any conversation, only giving directions in curt sentences. on my part, i just made sure that i was focused on the road and following her directions. instead of the usual route that my aunt has been making me practice on, she took me a different way instead. no problem, i just have to follow regular traffic rules right? before we were even halfway through the practice route, she made me do 3 left turns to head back to the DMV. we drove in to the road on the side of the DMV to do the straight-line reverse part of the test, and the 3-point turn. i did them almost perfectly, except when my palm accidentally hit the honk while i was turning the steering wheel to turn back into the DMV parking lot after the 3-point turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't paying attention to the time taken for the test since i was doing all i could to concentrate on the test and make sure i didn't screw up. when Stacey saw me pulling into the parking lot, she went out of the DMV to look cos she thought i had failed cos usually, the test takes 20 mins but i was back in 10. my aunt who was still inside, also thought i was doomed. but after locking the car, i told Stacey the good news before we went in so she was relieved. my aunt was all solemn, walking to to me with the expression on her face that said "i knew it. she's finished." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so you didn't pass?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no, i passed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh! i thought you were finished! i thought you failed cos you came back so soon! so you drove well then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, i guess i drove pretty well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-''' i really don't stink at driving, it's her who's so fierce and nerve-wrecking all the time. even the meanie tester didn't make me wanna hurl, which is my usual feeling of dread every time i have to practice with her around. so after the unusually quick processing of paperwork, Stacey took us to macs and my aunt bought us breakfast. we shared hotcakes, sausage, omelet, a breakfast burrito, hash browns and i got an iced hazelnut coffee. mmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's really a load off my shoulders now that i've earned my license. now i don't have to face every other day with that trepidation looming above me like a rain cloud. i don't have to worry about putting dents and scratches on a car that's not mine. i don't have to grit my teeth and clench my fists telling myself not to talk back at her. i don't have to hold back the hot tears of anger and indignation when i get told off for no good reason at all. i don't have to listen to her raving mad driving psychobabble anymore. at least not until i'm heading back to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case, i'd like to thank everyone reading this for all the support you guys have shown me in helping me get through those really rough times. Grace dear, thanks for staying up till wee hours of the morning to keep me company and for believing so firmly in me. i'd also like to thank my Ferdi darling for all the positive thinking he's been trying so hard to instill in me, for listening to my rants and tolerating my moodiness, for making me laugh when i'm down, for being himself, and for being mine. couldn't have done it without all of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-7932883462852685862?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7932883462852685862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=7932883462852685862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7932883462852685862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7932883462852685862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-passed-d.html' title='the driving test...'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-1379762661986913183</id><published>2008-07-07T07:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T13:03:00.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of july</title><content type='html'>it was my first time spending the 4th of july in the US. even if it wasn't, my first time was 2 decades ago so i can't possibly remember much of it. back in the present, Stacey and i woke up around 1030h or so and ended up with brunch again. this time, although i didn't make my crepe as pretty as my first one, it tasted lots better cos of the canned peaches, the ice cream on the inside, and the new bottle of hershey's chocolate sauce. yum! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHGGQ8kys-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DaIi1q56su0/s1600-h/CIMG0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHGGQ8kys-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DaIi1q56su0/s320/CIMG0514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101068795589602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that very satisfying breakfast, Stacey and i watched some high quality soap opera, and Fantastic 4 before her friends arrived. the soap opera may have been of high quality, but it's soap opera is soap opera, it's stupid like all the rest. :P her friends Kelly and Kristen arrived first and we managed to take some photos before her other friend David arrived. these kids are all between 16-18, and i felt like some overgrown kid amongst them. :( but i thought, ah what the heck, i wanna have fun! so i did. we fooled around with the camera some more, got drinks and snacks and headed to the den, where Stacey and David tried to play a very simple duet on the piano. seems like violin training doesn't help with piano much, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was dinner time. uncle Tom was working his magic outside on the grill, and we got to enjoy barbequed ribs! there was also rice, steamed corn and potato salad. weirdly, David, who's caucasian, actually asked what was he supposed to sprinkle the bacon bits on! i thought everybody knew that bacon bits are supposed to go on potato salad. guess i was too presumptuous. :P seriously, the food was so good i had to hold myself back from stuffing my face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of a pity that Independence Day is in summer. daylight hours are so long that it isn't fully dark till 9pm! we had some time to kill before going outside to play with fireworks, so we played Spoons. it's a card game where u have to grab a spoon if you get 4 of a kind and everyone has to snatch for the rest of the spoons. there'll be one person who obviously won't get the spoon and lose that round. David kept spacing out and was on a losing streak. lucky for him, we decided to continue after our fireworks session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a windy night, cool enough for light jacket for those who aren't too chummy with the cold. uncle Tom had set up a tall step ladder on the road on the edge of the driveway for us to place our fireworks on it. strangely, only Stacey and Kelly, who was from Taiwan had experience playing with fireworks. and since i was the eldest, i let them all go ahead of me. it was really cute and funny to see them climbing the first step and reaching out timidly with the lighter cos they were trying to lean as far away from the wick as possible. cute lah, these people. David even hopped off the ladder as if it was gonna blow in his face! besides fireworks, we also played with sparklers; we even spelled "4th of july in a row" and got aunt J to film it. anyway, there was this family a couple of houses down the street that had been setting off fireworks early in the evening, and they weren't even done when we went back in. they must be loaded... i think we had 8 canister fireworks and a few boxes of sparklers and it already cost 55 bucks. think they really love fireworks -_-''' well, these canister fireworks are legal, but some people somehow managed to get their hands on illegal ones, which are kinda like the miniature version of the ones you see being shot out of the cannons on the NDP. so what the police do is go out in full force on the night of 4th july and prowl the streets looking out for illegal fireworks. i don't blame them for being stringent; after all, because of California's geolocation, the houses are made of wood, on top of that, summers are very dry and hot, making the whole damn state a humongous fire hazard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we were done with fireworks, it was around 10.20pm. we played a few more rounds of Spoons where surprisingly, David got a lot better, and the rest of us got a lot worse. and since David was still below 18, he had to abide by the driving curfew and get home before 11 so he wasn't the loser. the rest of us continued playing and in the end, Stacey lost in the only way she can. she was the dealer, and she was the one with 4 of a kind, but she missed the spoon! O.O so she had to do the forfeit, which was a silly dance with a stuffed turtle and kiss it. good sport! :D after Spoons, we played BS. Kelly won very quickly into the game. but the 3 of us played for ages! oh gosh, i was all ready to just declare myself the loser and get it over and done with. i really don't have much patience to play games that last forever, like mahjong, and sometimes Munchkin :P by the time we were done, it was 12+ already and they drove home. i admire their guts. it's not easy driving at night, especially over here in rural parts. S'pore is totally overlit in comparison, but i suppose it's what keeps crime away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to apologise for the lack of pics and vids cos Kristen was the one doing most of the filming and we haven't got them from her yet. but when i do, i'll put some up on the blog so stay tuned. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-1379762661986913183?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1379762661986913183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=1379762661986913183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1379762661986913183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1379762661986913183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of july'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHGGQ8kys-I/AAAAAAAAAFY/DaIi1q56su0/s72-c/CIMG0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-2576704982797147852</id><published>2008-07-06T06:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:17:02.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun!</title><content type='html'>tuesday night, uncle Tom yelled at Stacey to get some golf practice done, so that was the plan for thursday afternoon. in the morning after brunch, Stacey and i took the trash out cos friday's trash day. on the way in, i noticed something in the pool and went closer to look. it was a dead frog by the steps into the pool! it was in its leaping posture but the body was totally rigid already. our plan was to just fish it out with the pool net and dispose of it in a plastic bag, but my aunt told us to bury it in the backyard so we picked out a spot by the fence close to the pool. Stacey has experience burying her pet fish in her backyard so she let me do the honours. i dug a small but deep hole for it and Stacey tipped the net to let the frog drop in. up close, it looks really slimey and a lil freaky. i don't mind live frogs actually, but i was freaked out by this dead one i had to bury. i was honestly afraid that it might spring back to life! no matter how gross a flattened carcass looks, i know it won't jump in my face ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after it was in its grave, we covered it back and marked it with a flat, white rock. this is the video we took, you can check out facebook for pics of Frank and his grave stone :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsKBejkvauA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsKBejkvauA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after burying the frog, Stacey and i went to the golf course where she usually practices. it's a mid-range country club called River Island Country club, about half an hour's drive away. although i hate the fact that golf courses use up a lot of precious water that could otherwise have saved crops (very relevant, cos i just read the papers a couple of weeks ago about a farmer in the area having had to let go of perfectly healthy fields of tomatoes cos of water rationing), the course does give a sense of beauty and tranquility. the Tule River runs through the golf course, besides the main channel, it appears in little brooks here and there as well. now i kinda regret not wading into it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey started off practicing her chipping and i had a couple of tries but i totally stink at it, lol. can't even get the bloody ball to go straight, let alone getting it in the hole! i got bored watching her so i decided to take the golf cart for a spin around the course. it was pretty crazy since it was pretty hilly and i didn't know there were brakes on the thing, so i was like zooming downhill and making sharp turns to keep from falling off the bridge into the river :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i went back to check on Stacey, i decided to play with my camera for a bit and took continuous shots of her practicing her drives. think my cam's shutter speed isn't fast enough though. argh, really need a decent DSLR. what sort of photography enthusiast goes without one?! btw, if anyone has recommendations, do let me know! when i finally got a satisfactory series of shots, Stacey decided to take me around to see all the holes at the golf course. along the way, we saw quite a number of critters, i think we saw about 4 grey squirrels, 2 bunnies, 1 duck in the river, and many birds. here are some photos and vids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19311ed8f83fa70" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D019311ed8f83fa70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A6DAFACA032830EDDD57E97107C73E565161ED1.AC3BB622BCE8C41EB5A1A8C15730F371B1EB811%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19311ed8f83fa70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrzjX-WFOGQrx8o_sZ6KVPYekeTo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D019311ed8f83fa70%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330101040%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A6DAFACA032830EDDD57E97107C73E565161ED1.AC3BB622BCE8C41EB5A1A8C15730F371B1EB811%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19311ed8f83fa70%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrzjX-WFOGQrx8o_sZ6KVPYekeTo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHE-bJk2WII/AAAAAAAAAFA/9LQ4ys6L44U/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHE-bJk2WII/AAAAAAAAAFA/9LQ4ys6L44U/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220022079246981250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHFAgBkLk8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bt1tzpHIMSU/s1600-h/IMG_1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHFAgBkLk8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bt1tzpHIMSU/s320/IMG_1859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220024362019296194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHE_BkHs9tI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JNhdvksojE0/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHE_BkHs9tI/AAAAAAAAAFI/JNhdvksojE0/s320/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220022739207517906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Stacey was done bringing me around most of the holes, we left and headed for a Starbucks outlet near her place to grab a caramel frap. but when we got back, it was time for dinner so we had to leave the drink in the fridge. after eating, my aunt made us go out driving and we stopped by Blockbuster on our way back and rented The Eye and Drillbit Taylor, both of which Stacey made us finish that night. and that 'fraidy cat slept in my bed that night. pfft. and after all that, we didn't even finish half of the frap; so moral of the story is: never buy a frap right before dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2576704982797147852?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=19311ed8f83fa70&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2576704982797147852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2576704982797147852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2576704982797147852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2576704982797147852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun!'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SHE-bJk2WII/AAAAAAAAAFA/9LQ4ys6L44U/s72-c/IMG_1858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-4154390868393954369</id><published>2008-07-02T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:47:35.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first day after Stacey's return</title><content type='html'>woke up this morning expecting to skip breakfast as usual, but Stacey's tummy growled a whole lot while we were washing up in the bathroom that she offered to make breakfast. it'd be plain lazy and mean to leave her to do the work, so we decided to split the workload: she handles the eggs and ham, i do the fruit and waffles. tada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGsU11xkjGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DMfjaeDa8B8/s1600-h/CIMG0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGsU11xkjGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DMfjaeDa8B8/s320/CIMG0440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218287508439469154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGsWbAfZaqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ECfl_Kwfze4/s1600-h/CIMG0434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGsWbAfZaqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ECfl_Kwfze4/s320/CIMG0434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218289246482819746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those are Stacey's sunny-side-ups, don't ask me why they're shaped liked that. anyway, by the time we were done preparing the meal, it was lunch time. and a good thing too, since it was so huge. we were utterly stuffed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*warning: bimbotic content ahead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird. most of our waking hours were spent in the bathroom. "doing what?!" you're asking. bathrooms here are a lot more sophisticated than the ones in S'pore. besides serving essential human needs, you do practically all your grooming in here, hence increasing its significance in your life. we spent 4 hours in the bathroom where i experimented with the stupid eyelash curler and mascara, which didn't work on me since my lashes are almost non-existent; then Stacey curled her hair before doing mine. i wanted to give it a shot since i've never had curls in my entire life, and cos they go away once i wash my hair. here are a couple of pics of the "fabulous" results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGrssrMD60I/AAAAAAAAAEg/CeW--iGQ_0E/s1600-h/IMG_1731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGrssrMD60I/AAAAAAAAAEg/CeW--iGQ_0E/s320/IMG_1731.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218243370513853250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGscFR8e6YI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DQqjrhwcHqs/s1600-h/IMG_1747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGscFR8e6YI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DQqjrhwcHqs/s320/IMG_1747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218295470280862082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute huh! it reminds me of Yoon Eun-Hye's hairstyle after she got back from Milan in Coffee Prince. thanks Stacey! :D after all that hair-doing, we decided to watch a dvd. settled on Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. oh man, the original Dumbledore is irreplaceable. why did he have to smoke himself to death, why oh why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my digestive system needs a break. even though we were still full from the picture-perfect brunch, Stacey and i snacked so much during the movie. hot cheeto puffs and japanese rice crackers just can't be passed up. and not long after the movie, we had my aunt's amazing chicken rice for dinner. i think my stomach's gonna get its revenge on me soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, Stacey and i headed back into the bathroom cos she wanted to do a french manicure for herself. nails really aren't my thing so i just brought Alba in and showed her pics of Click on facebook. oh man... everyday i go to bed happy that i'm one day closer to going home. anyway, Stacey thinks Shaz dear's lil sis is really cute and i second that. but that really isn't the focus for me, looking at all the photos just reinforced how much Click means to me. BFF you guys! i don't wanna go through life without any of you. hugsies... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so after the manicure and the pic viewing, Stacey made my aunt and me play mahjong with her even though i was dead beat. we ended up playing just 6 rounds, not even an entire game, before we decided to call it a night. and now after my shower and everything, i'm blogging, relaxed on the bed in the room in front of the tv tuned in to Comedy Central. i dunno who this guy is, but he's really good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;we decided to play a trick on my grandma so we replaced her dentures with those Halloween chatter teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it isn't cold in here is it?" *chatter chatter chatter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are my nipples hard?" *comedian reaches down and rubs his kneecap*&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-4154390868393954369?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4154390868393954369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=4154390868393954369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4154390868393954369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4154390868393954369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-day-after-staceys-return.html' title='the first day after Stacey&apos;s return'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGsU11xkjGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DMfjaeDa8B8/s72-c/CIMG0440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-9051130738234157021</id><published>2008-07-01T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:42:17.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking young!</title><content type='html'>i know you're not reading this, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish i was home to celebrate it with you and give you a big birthday hug. sorry i don't feel so good about kissing and all. :P may you always stay youthful and in the pink of health! thanks for being such a great mom. words fail me. i love you Mom, happy birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-9051130738234157021?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/9051130738234157021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=9051130738234157021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/9051130738234157021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/9051130738234157021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-young.html' title='looking young!'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-4410730034863878214</id><published>2008-06-29T02:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T03:51:12.698+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crepe'/><title type='text'>the Scrumpdilyumptious Crepe!</title><content type='html'>i was inspired by Grace dear, who was inspired by Balls, to blog about food! but instead of covering restaurants, let me show you what Little Miss Cool ;) is capable of!!! hiii-yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;presenting... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGaTOkI3uZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Q-04TvVNZss/s1600-h/IMG_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGaTOkI3uZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Q-04TvVNZss/s320/IMG_1724.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217019096783632786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Scrumpdilyumptious Breakfast Crepe! part of your complete breakfast. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this mouth-watering crepe is almost entirely made by yours truly (the batter was mixed by my aunt). it's stuffed with fresh peach and strawberry slices with a bit of whipped cream, then artistically topped off with calcium-fortified chocolate sauce! mmm... it's so easy to do that even a culinary idiot like myself was able to make one. so next time you need a snack, try it out for yourself! kids, please get your mommies and daddies to help you out ok? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-4410730034863878214?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4410730034863878214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=4410730034863878214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4410730034863878214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/4410730034863878214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/scrumpdilyumptious-crepe.html' title='the Scrumpdilyumptious Crepe!'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SGaTOkI3uZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Q-04TvVNZss/s72-c/IMG_1724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-5251486141711360559</id><published>2008-06-28T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:49:14.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>announcement... NOT!</title><content type='html'>ok everyone, can i have your undivided attention please? *sounds of crickets in the background* thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BORED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;announcement's over! just kidding. the real announcement is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be arriving at our beloved, award-winning Changi International Airport's Terminal 1 on 28 July 2008 at 2345h. flight number's CX715 from Hong Kong. since it's such an unearthly hour, i'll be expecting my hugs and warm welcome home the next day instead :P all you homies reading this, you're welcome to flood my phone with sms-es and calls! i promise i'll keep it fully charged, lol. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now for a totally random digression. i wanna buy Singstar Pop! click &lt;a href="http://www.us.playstation.com/singstar/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to get clued in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i dig all the songs on the game, but i think more of you would know the songs so that we can have a proper face-off at my place. ;) now it's k-box, val's way!!! Grace dear, u'd better be on for this! muahahahahhaha... *shows the 'rock' sign to the monitor*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-5251486141711360559?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5251486141711360559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=5251486141711360559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5251486141711360559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/5251486141711360559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/announcement-not.html' title='announcement... NOT!'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-2906523022302697804</id><published>2008-06-28T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T04:21:56.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://drawing.feedbucket.com/view.php?img=20080627/oo2cna6i3V.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://drawing.feedbucket.com/generated/20080627/oo2cna6i3V.jpg" width="250" height="150" border="1" alt="drawing personality"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawing.feedbucket.com/"&gt;What does your drawing say about YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You tend to pursue many different activities simultaneously. When misfortune does happen, it doesn't actually dishearten you all that much.&lt;br /&gt;You are a thoughtful and cautious person. You like to think about your method, seeking to pursue your goal in the most effective way.&lt;br /&gt;You like following the rules and being objective. You are precise and meticulous, and like to evaluate decisions before making them.&lt;br /&gt;You have a sunny, cheerful disposition.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda true... i'm a stickler for details and rules. sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a sec. isn't this the exact same description for Grace dear's doodle? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-2906523022302697804?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2906523022302697804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=2906523022302697804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2906523022302697804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/2906523022302697804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/doodles.html' title='doodles'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-8822157937687920077</id><published>2008-06-25T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T11:35:56.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my love-hate relationship with california</title><content type='html'>i love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being able to see as far as the eye can see&lt;br /&gt;- rolling hills (even though they're mostly rather bald)&lt;br /&gt;- having great theme parks that i don't have to board a plane to get to&lt;br /&gt;- the awesome nature reserves &lt;br /&gt;- the fact that most houses have open lawns, they look so much friendlier compared to lawns in s'pore!&lt;br /&gt;- not feeling sticky&lt;br /&gt;- long car rides (which have become a luxury since gas prices skyrocketed)&lt;br /&gt;- friendly people who smile when you jog past, hold doors for each other, chit chat when you pick out that pair of earrings when both of you are looking at the jewelry rack&lt;br /&gt;- watching nickelodeon/disney/comedy central/adult swim! :D&lt;br /&gt;- using comforters even in summer&lt;br /&gt;- having 2 wash basins in the same bathroom&lt;br /&gt;- carpeted floors&lt;br /&gt;- flamin' hot cheetos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being away from my friends, family and Ferdi... =(&lt;br /&gt;- not having public transportation and having to drive wherever i go, polluting the air, warming the earth and enlarging the bloody ozone holes all at the same time! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;- unsustainable lifestyles! XO&lt;br /&gt;- having to do everything over the phone (geez, would putting reliable info on the internet kill anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;- inefficient service at the admin offices&lt;br /&gt;- people not realising how fortunate they are&lt;br /&gt;- how people have so many opinions and can't live with each other, which is why parents and children live so far apart&lt;br /&gt;- not using the metric system (for goodness' sake, isn't counting to 10s and 100s easier than remembering 12 inches make a foot etc.?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... that's what i've come up with so far, i'll add on to the list when it hits me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-8822157937687920077?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/8822157937687920077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=8822157937687920077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/8822157937687920077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/8822157937687920077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-love-hate-relationship-with.html' title='my love-hate relationship with california'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-1934321549968435806</id><published>2008-06-25T08:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:19:15.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i've been up to</title><content type='html'>since i came up to quaint, ol' porterville, i've practiced driving, watched lotsa tv, finished a korean drama serial called Coffee Prince, caught Indiana Jones and Kung Fu Panda, sat in for Shutter at my cousin's mini pool party, went shopping, exercised, made a scrapbook, tried origami, and spent the rest of my time online blogging, chatting with you guys and wishing i was back home with all of you. this is an extremely unproductive summer holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning, stacey and her dad flew to hawaii to visit her grandma so i'm stuck with my aunt in small lil town with nowhere to go and nothing to do. i'm constantly tensed, trying to keep out of trouble with her. anything i do/say may trigger an outburst from her. don't get me wrong, my aunt has the best intentions for me and my family. but she does have her own way of doing things, and she likes having her way. so we just have to keep reminding ourselves to be smart and not do/say s'porean things. lemme give you guys an example from back when i didn't know any better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while driving, my aunt pointed to a building&lt;br /&gt;aunt: Hallmark used to be over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: wow. it's huge. i don't think it'd survive in s'pore though, we're not that into the greeting card thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt: yeah! you s'poreans are so rude. over here, when people give you gifts, you write thank-you cards and mail it to them. you send greeting cards for the major holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she'll go on and on about s'pore children and how bad the upbringing is. see? even a little innocent comment can make her launch into a tirade. honestly, can't she understand that it's not rude for us to not send greeting cards? it's just cultural differences... man, it makes me feel old just ranting like that. these little things hardly bother me these days cos they slide off like water on a duck's back. i have bigger worries, and i just wish i could work on them. penniless and mediocre in grades, non-existent CV; how am i gonna further my studies or get a good job here? and on top of that, i have to hunt for a place to stay, a car to get around in, insurance, loans to finance everything blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, gotta move on to more light-hearted subject matter. Death Cab for Cutie will be performing at the Esplanade Concert Hall on 12 Aug 2008!!! thanks dear for informing me about it! :D trusty weilien has already booked me for it, lol. sooo can't wait to get back! gotta shower hugs and kisses on sweetie and have lots of together time. gotta meet up with click for buffets, board games, stayovers and be each other's pillars of strength. gotta catch the concert with weilien and have a movie monsters' club session. gotta eat at chomp chomp with anyone!!! hokkien mee... drool~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-1934321549968435806?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1934321549968435806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=1934321549968435806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1934321549968435806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1934321549968435806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-ive-been-up-to.html' title='what i&apos;ve been up to'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-8728062692977106222</id><published>2008-06-16T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T12:59:14.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a "get-to-know-yourself-better" quiz</title><content type='html'>http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates. &lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can. &lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous. &lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-8728062692977106222?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/8728062692977106222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=8728062692977106222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/8728062692977106222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/8728062692977106222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/get-to-know-yourself-better-quiz.html' title='a &quot;get-to-know-yourself-better&quot; quiz'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-7345881463689928270</id><published>2008-06-15T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T08:32:29.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>it's true. inspiration strikes you when you least expect it, and you'd better be ready for it. i had barely sat down in front of Alba for 5 mins before i thought of the perfect blog address. i was thinking about the perfect blog address for days!!! this totally proves that i shouldn't be killing brain cells over this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-7345881463689928270?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7345881463689928270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=7345881463689928270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7345881463689928270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7345881463689928270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/inspiration.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-7479632695840540064</id><published>2008-06-12T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T05:57:40.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas yet again</title><content type='html'>funny. the title of this post makes me sound like an ingrate. before you continue feeding that thought, hear what i have to say. vegas is totally not fun if: 1) you're not a gambler, 2) you're not into sleazy stuff, 3) you have no moolah, 4) you're underage to gamble or watch topless shows, 5) you go with a bunch of grownups whose first concern is spending their time there glued to the seat of a slot machine and making a killing. i suppose i've made myself pretty clear regarding my situation. don't get me wrong, i'm really grateful for my relatives taking me there, and i did have fun; it's just that it would've been so much nicer to have gone with a bunch of good friends with similar tastes, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Ros drove Mama, Daryl and myself to vegas. i was really sleepy so i was snoozing most of the way, but i did manage to keep awake long enough to snap some photos of some interesting geomorphological features like conspicuous rock strata, semi-arid slope profiles, tors and corestones. zzz, i know. but it's 100% me. i get excited when i see the stuff of my geog textbooks in actuality. it's almost larger than life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaysss, when we got to the hotel (Paris), we went into every single one of the 5 rooms my aunt had booked so she could choose one with the most suitable feng shui view for her. Daryl and i made it a point to sit on every single bed and crumple the sheets before moving on :P then when we were in the room waiting for everyone else to arrive, Daryl and i watched the dumb instructional video clips the hotel recorded which taught guests how to play certain games like Craps and Mini Baccarat. it was sooooo lame. for each game, the woman dressed up as some celebrity e.g. the Nanny, George Burns, Judge Judy... then spouted lameass comments like "you're looking at the only judge who's ever sent someone to the electric chair for jaywalking!" like HA.HA. well, ok, i confess. i laugh easily when it comes to lame stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that evening, when everyone (everyone = Aunt Ros, Mama, Daryl, Aunt Esther, Eason, Keanen, Kayle, E-poh, Lao Teoh, Aunt Jac, Uncle Allen, Zoe and myself O.O) was finally there, we headed to a HK restaurant we thought was nearby. it turned out to be relatively far from the Strip and looked a lil desolate so when we turned into the parking lot, we were contemplating whether to follow through with our choice. surprisingly, the food turned out pretty good, especially the breaded lobster. i've never really like seafood all that much, but it was really fresh, juicy and crispy! too bad it came close to the end of the meal, i'd have had more if i could've managed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, the older grownups went back to the hotel's casino to test their luck; and Aunt Jac dropped Aunt Esther, the twins, Kayle, Daryl and myself off along the Strip to take in the sights. we went to the M&amp;M store and spent quite some time there. America's ability to commercialise anything is amazing. the amount of merchandise spawned from just a plain looking piece of candy is simply mind-boggling. wanted to buy M&amp;M coin pouches for you guys but they cost $6.95 each, and that's not even inclusive of taxes. ouch. on our way back to the hotel, we bumped into Aunt Jez and Stacey, who just came from a family friend's house in the vicinity and were wanting a piece of the action. after putting the kids back to rest, Aunt Jez headed for the slot machines as well, while Stacey dragged Daryl and i to the shops beneath Bally's. yeesh, everything was closed. we were like corpses when all of us were finally cleaned up and ready for bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grownups headed to different casinos to recoup their losses. Aunt Jac, Uncle Allen, Aunt Esther, the twins, Kayle, Zoe, Daryl, Stacey and myself made a beeline for Adventuredome in Circus Circus. most of the rides were way too kiddy for the grownups and us in-betweens, so Daryl took up the job of chaperoning the twins whilst Stacey and i spent our loose change on booth games. i spent about $10 on various games and got 4 stuffed toys: an orange elephant, Kermit, a purple rose and a red salamander. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SFA6yL5W4oI/AAAAAAAAACo/PGMmQiwK47c/s1600-h/IMG_1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SFA6yL5W4oI/AAAAAAAAACo/PGMmQiwK47c/s320/IMG_1679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210729402728899202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was real pleased with myself for getting a Kermit cos the machine cost only 50c per play and i got it on my first try! Stacey was encouraged and tried it too, only to realise after she failed that the claw was kinda dangling with some wires sticking out. man, i was real lucky :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get our money's worth, Stacey and i tried out some of the games that seemed easier to win. although it was a lil tough, we really liked the game where we paid a dollar for 4 ping pong balls to toss into a pool filled with floating glass bowls. white bowl = 3 free balls, red bowl = small prize, yellow = medium, blue = big. one round, i won 3 free balls, a second round got me the elephant. winning the salamander was a cinch; just hit a balloon with a dart. got the flower from a fishing game i thought was quite a ripoff, but no choice, the flower was practically guaranteed. you pay 2 bucks for a fishing rod with a fat horseshoe magnet tied to it, and try to "fish" a red puck amongst the gazillion yellow ones that give you the small prize. ah, what the heck, it was for the fun of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, we ventured into the indoor carnival which had many of the games that was in the Adventuredome. there was a ring toss game with many glass coke bottles and very small rings that fit almost snugly around the mouth and neck of the bottles. Stacey and i split the cost for 20 rings but didn't get anything. later on, Uncle Allen, Aunt Jac and Zoe got a small bucket full of rings and by "sheer dumb luck", Zoe got one around a bottle! O.O her dad wanted to get the ipod shuffle cos it'd fit nicely in a pocket but Zoe wanted the huge unicorn to ride on, no prizes for guessing who won that dispute :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that evening, Aunt Ros brought Daryl, Stacey and i for dinner at a restaurant at Bally's and we each ordered something we thought would be rather light. but when it came, omg... the portions could feed a minimum of 2 moderate eaters. we ended up boxing the food for those who didn't wanna join us for dinner. when we were done, us in-betweens were too tired to roam the Strip so we just chilled in the hotel room and watched tv. it was a pity they were underage, i wanted to check out the club at Planet Hollywood. then again, i don't think i'm hot enough for the bouncers to let me in, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early and waited for the grownups to get their butts off the bed. Aunt Ros brought all of us for breakfast at a buffet place in Paris. the food was great, i loved the crepe; fresh, sweet, succulent blueberries wrapped in a layer of batter heated to perfection and drenched with a generous helping of flavourful raspberry sauce. ahhhhh... damn. i'm making myself salivate at the thought of it. Zoe had her pink teddy with her and when her parents went off to get food, she placed it on the seat between her and Aunt Ros. when Aunt Ros picked it up to take a look, Zoe was all "Put it down!" in a very baby talk way. a British bloke at the table beside them turned over and with an incredulous look on his face, asked my aunt "Did she say 'Put it down!'?!" LOL. Zoe's gonna be so embarassed when we tell her all this in future, muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tummies filled, the entire army went up to the rooms to pack. we chit-chatted a bit more before we finally checked out of the hotel. Zoe and parents headed home, Aunt Jez drove Aunt Esther and the kids to her place in Porterville for the week, and Aunt Ros drove us back to her place in LA. tired from staying up practically the entire night, she wanted Daryl to drive for a bit while she snoozed. but when Daryl was at the wheel, all of us were just too nervous to sleep. i'll bet that he's only clocked a maximum of 7hrs behind the wheel so far, wonder how he actually got his license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we got back, we rested for a bit before heading out for dinner at a Thai Chinese restaurant nearby called Banana Bay. it was sort of a farewell dinner for Mama and Daryl, who flew off just yesterday afternoon. the food was great, and i have to say that my gastromical roots are definitely wedged tightly in the soils of Southeast Asia. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, it's just me playing the role of the intruder in the Rivas home. wish i could go somewhere a lil more welcoming... talk to me guys, leave me messages on my blog, email me, whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-7479632695840540064?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7479632695840540064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=7479632695840540064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7479632695840540064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/7479632695840540064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/vegas-yet-again.html' title='Vegas yet again'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SFA6yL5W4oI/AAAAAAAAACo/PGMmQiwK47c/s72-c/IMG_1679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3142172243680423098.post-1404367239205502359</id><published>2008-06-05T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:52:56.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kids.</title><content type='html'>E-poh, Lao Teoh and Aunt Esther with her 3 kids in tow came over to LA to visit Aunt Jac so we all went over to see them last night. imagine 4 kids between the ages of 3 and 7; that's enough mayhem to last you through the whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, an exchange between Keanen and i over a Happy Meal pop-up toy of an ant in a box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (laughs) "what kinda crap is this?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keanen: "that's not a crab, it's an ant!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3142172243680423098-1404367239205502359?l=behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1404367239205502359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3142172243680423098&amp;postID=1404367239205502359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1404367239205502359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3142172243680423098/posts/default/1404367239205502359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behind-the-viewfinder.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids.html' title='kids.'/><author><name>Val</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3RCGe0QA6U/SoGmUTQ7OHI/AAAAAAAAALo/0HUxIOk9EXY/S220/woots.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
