<?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-6454565621456622360</id><updated>2012-01-21T02:00:54.774-08:00</updated><category term='Zach Galifianakis'/><category term='Robert Downey Jr.'/><category term='low self esteem'/><category term='meaning of life'/><category term='Due Date'/><category term='I am back'/><category term='human'/><title type='text'>Just My Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-8919624691204477582</id><published>2012-01-11T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T20:42:35.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof that there are infinitely many prime numbers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Assume that there are a fixed number of prime numbers. P1, P2, P3, ... Pn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let h = (P1•P2•P3 ... Pn)+1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means h is not divisible by any prime number. (you will get 1 as remainder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives an absurd result as all number greater than 1 are divisible by a prime number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the initial assumption is false. This means there are infinitely many prime numbers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proving for all n&lt;1, n is divisible by a prime number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let r be the smallest divisor of n, where r is not 1.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If r is not a prime number, then there exists a v which is a divisor of r, where 1&lt;v&lt;r&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; v is a divisor of r =&gt; v is divisor of n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gives an absurd result as we took r as the smallest divisor of n. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore r is a prime. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-8919624691204477582?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/8919624691204477582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2012/01/proof-that-there-are-infinitely-many.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/8919624691204477582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/8919624691204477582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2012/01/proof-that-there-are-infinitely-many.html' title='Proof that there are infinitely many prime numbers.'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-5294500983263944140</id><published>2012-01-09T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T06:09:33.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the future.</title><content type='html'>I am going to be very busy with my academics this year, so all my future blog posts may be in point form for a certain period of time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-5294500983263944140?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/5294500983263944140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/5294500983263944140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/5294500983263944140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2012/01/for-future.html' title='For the future.'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-7540019148729155144</id><published>2011-10-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:40:14.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low self esteem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>Does the human species suffer from low self esteem? And a bit of philosophy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I am rather accustomed to seeing degrading statements made about the human species, by.... none other than us humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Several of these are made by notable people, like Albert Einstein; and not so notable people, like me (Yes, me. And here I am talking about why we shouldn't do it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We humans, as a species are simply remarkable. Its my believe that we are - by far - the most successful species ever walk the Earth. Think about it, sure the dinosaurs ruled the Earth for 160 million years, but they were still they weren't really a successful species were they, I mean - They were born, they lived, then they died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Humans on the other hand, have literally changed the face of this world. Think about it, the scale of what we as a species have accomplished is near epic proportions. From some naked, hairy man-ape like thing from the plains of Africa, we have become this. We have harnessed nature itself. What is there to fault ourselves for. Sure, I admit that our selfish attempts to increase our quality of life is jeopardizing the environment, but this about what we have done. The amount of time we have been around ( a few hundred thousand years to a few million ) is near negligible when compared to the estimated 3.8 billion years of life on Earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One of the ways for you to get a reality check on the success of the human civilisation - albeit a small one - is to flip through a university prospectus.In fact, I got the idea for this post, from reading a university prospectus. The one I read was the Prospectus 2011 for the University of York.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;We came up with all these, and all in like 5000 - 10 000 years. Archaeology, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Philosophy, Art, Music, Mathematics, Languages ( and thousand of unique ones too ) Psychology..... the lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;None of this existed. Yes, Sciences did exist, but not in the form that we conceptualize them today. They were abstract. Dihydrogen monoxide (aka water) could have easily been "Bunga Zinga Mumba". Okay, apart from the comedy the point I am trying to drive is that whilst cells, chemicals and gravity have always (FINE!!!, almost always existed) they were defined by us. 1+1 = 2 -&amp;gt; by definition. Think about it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Similarly, our disciplines, be it physics or philosophy are also in the mind. My yellow could be your blue. But it could be that we accept it as green.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lets say that the first person to define the colour green saw it as green. Then I came along and now I see that colour. To me its "green" but if the first man had saw it. It would have been his "yellow." If you are not getting this. Don't panic. Its okay. Move on. My world is not yours. So it is perfectly fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;See the awesomeness (Yes! I am well aware of the fact that the word does not exist) of humans. We have managed to create a perfectly flawed world. Note here that I do not say "flawless" as that would be an absence of flaw i.e. perfect. But we are not striving for perfection here, are we? We are striving for perfect flaws. There is no such thing as conventional current. Electricity is the flow of electrons from the negative terminal to the positive terminal. Still, we vastly use conventional current for all types of calculations. It is flaw that works, it is a perfect flaw, but a flaw nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This is a universe that thrives on chaos. It makes no sense to be flawless. Instead strive for perfect flaws. It is okay to be wrong. Sometimes being wrong is right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;What is a metre. What is a length. Think about it fellas. A metre is a metre because we want it to be a metre. If we do not want a metre to be a metre the metre ceases to exist. That is the power of humankind. Now if a &amp;nbsp;cow wants a pile of rocks to become grass... Tough luck, rock is going to be rock. Sure! we can swap the meanings of "grass" and "rock" on every existing dicitionary. But a rock is a rock and grass is grass. Cows cannot live off rocks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It is mankind's ability to give meaning to the world around it that makes it so remarkable. We shape the world and by induction, the universe. Your thoughts create.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So be thankful that you are human, you are one of the greatest creations ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Look, I am seventeen. I have only been here for a short time. And this is what I think now. But as I grow as a person, I may change. Because that is inevitable. Change is powerful and ubiquitous. Five years later, my views, opinions and beliefs might have completely changed. That is okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And if you O'reader have differing views or opinion. That is perfectly okay. Being unique is your birthright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Joy be with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bhalaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-7540019148729155144?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/7540019148729155144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/10/does-human-species-suffer-from-low-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/7540019148729155144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/7540019148729155144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/10/does-human-species-suffer-from-low-self.html' title='Does the human species suffer from low self esteem? And a bit of philosophy.'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-573394967953758372</id><published>2011-05-13T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T11:58:58.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a post.</title><content type='html'>It has been yet another week in school and things are progressing fast. Its almost halfway into the month of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been learning a lot of new things lately. Especially in Mathematics. I learnt about complex number and the mathematics involved in them. I have to admit, it is a very interesting topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-573394967953758372?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/573394967953758372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/573394967953758372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/573394967953758372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-post.html' title='Just a post.'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-6019495548443207516</id><published>2011-05-08T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:58:44.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again, I blog. This time with a bit of nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Finally, the time millions of you have been waiting for, I am blogging! Isn't that simply wonderful eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait! what, you have not been anticipating a post, well then shame on you for not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will come to the main post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you see today, or rather yesterday, I met up with Swee Yik to see our former tutor, Mr Billy Maya. It was a very brief meeting, around a quarter of an hour or so. We just talked of how our new schools were and how we were coping, then Swee Yik and I just had lunch and talked about old times, (mind you, when &amp;nbsp; I say old times I mean times less than a year ago) most of us (as in my friends and I) have mainly drifted apart, most of us going to different institutions. Since all of us are at the tertiary level, we are so busy that we barely have time to meet up with each other. Sometimes I really long for the times, when Mitchell and I would fool around at the music room or at some other place, or when my NPCC mates and I had those ever memorable "post training bubble teas." I really miss being a "young teenager"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an Indian proverb, translated, it sounds something like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The greatness of the shade is only know under the strong sun&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I this sounds like exactly like what everyone else says when they graduate from secondary school. But you have to realise, that this is how we all feel and the fact is that we all terribly miss each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world would I find another Mitchell or Swee Yik or Joshua or Josephine or Jezebel or Hui Ting or Kai Wen or Nadhirah or Napittha or Shan Leong or Seng Wei or Yan Zhong or See Cheng or Zhun Yi or Firdaus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one gave me a whole gamut of troubles, but life in both BV and BVNPCC would not have been the same without him. I'm sure Swee Yik would second me on this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that the English is a bit goofy by you get the point......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people mentioned above are some of my best mates that I found myself in the glorious four years I spent in Bedok View. They are all originals, forever cannot be replaced (Katy Perry? Anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope and pray that our friendship remain as strong as ever. I have cried, bled, slept, fought, played, studied, conspired with these people. These are people I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am prone to nostalgia attack because this is not the first time I have felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, as my fingers type away on this keyboard, my eyes are getting slightly blurry. Not because I am getting sleepy but because I am tearing. Childhood and the early teenage years are somethings that we take for granted. &amp;nbsp;We never appreciate them until they roll by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great friends in my college now. Still, I bet they miss their friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at the seats of my former classroom, I remembered that once used to be in one of those seats - laughing, cramming, crying, advising and whatever-ing. I even held the key to the classroom. Then again, reality is cruel. I realised I no longer could claim the class as my own, My table was no longer mine, Kai Wen's table was no longer hers and Hui Ting's no longer hers. Who will remember that the three of us sat in the same row. The tables and chairs have new owners now and such it will be with each passing year. In a few years, no one would recognise Nadhirah's scribbles on my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls will echo new voices and the tress will tower over and watch over new batches of students playfully tossing up rifles in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger and fresher blood will seep into the ground when one mistimed a catch. The concrete will, steadfast as ever, be saturated with sweat, pouring from student trying to overcome the protests by their abdominals and biceps, in a battle of mind over matter. The book in the library will, for time to come be flipped by younger and more supple fingers, eyes will run over the words, in amazement, as mine did, some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New feet will dance on the stage, to new music. And in a few years, everything will be changed. No one will know Bedok View like I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know what kind of dignified phrase qualifies at a sign-off phrase to this rather eccentric composition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fowards to the future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhalaji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-6019495548443207516?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/6019495548443207516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/05/again-i-blog.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6019495548443207516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6019495548443207516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/05/again-i-blog.html' title='Again, I blog. This time with a bit of nostalgia'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-732328660567950165</id><published>2011-03-27T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:11:39.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You will still remember some things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TY9vxsIlP1I/AAAAAAAAADI/lP0TvxPkvcI/s1600-h/IMG_2355%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2355" style="border-right: 0px; padding-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; background-image: none; border-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="374" alt="IMG_2355" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TY9vynZEIeI/AAAAAAAAADM/yqz34R6GHtI/IMG_2355_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="622" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the best things in my life. NPCC. I thank you for everything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-732328660567950165?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/732328660567950165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-will-still-remember-some-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/732328660567950165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/732328660567950165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-will-still-remember-some-things.html' title='You will still remember some things.'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TY9vynZEIeI/AAAAAAAAADM/yqz34R6GHtI/s72-c/IMG_2355_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-9219379228108366980</id><published>2011-03-21T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:11:51.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m still here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is just a short post to let everyone know that I am still here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cherrio&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bhalaji&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-9219379228108366980?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/9219379228108366980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-still-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/9219379228108366980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/9219379228108366980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-still-here.html' title='I’m still here.'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-4496999890626622991</id><published>2011-01-19T04:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T04:55:32.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am back to blog after nearly a month and half long hiatus. Anyway, during&amp;nbsp; this time, I went to India. Visited my relatives and came back to Singapore on the 6&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of January 2011 at 10.55pm (Singapore Time). We (my parents and I ) brought my paternal grandfather with us when we returned. Any the days since then have been rather boring. I am mostly on the internet surfing the net. I must say that I am really bored at home. I do not go out much and just move around within my house and just laze around. I should really start go out more and I should start working out. I need to develop all seven of my intelligences. And I am going to. Recently I have this sudden interest in Mathematics and have this feeling to become the Lucasian Professor of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge. ( I dreamt about it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And by the way, the word ‘dreamt’ is the only word in the English language to end with the letters ‘mt’.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This post just started the ball rolling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-4496999890626622991?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/4496999890626622991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-back-to-blog-after-nearly-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/4496999890626622991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/4496999890626622991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-am-back-to-blog-after-nearly-month.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-5085887145939639339</id><published>2010-12-04T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T12:54:35.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending off Naps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TPqpkbvHSMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9GqwlJ8YRGo/s1600/155623_460915658794_551628794_5555439_5909854_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TPqpkbvHSMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9GqwlJ8YRGo/s320/155623_460915658794_551628794_5555439_5909854_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello, I am back to blog after a eight day hiatus. Well honestly, I do have a list of topics to blog about, but lets just say that I am a bit lazy to do all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway lets get back to what I wanted to blog about. Last Tuesday, the 30th of November. I sent off my friend, Napittha at the airport. She was leaving for her home country, Thailand. That was the first time that I saw off someone at the airport. But anyway this was how the day started. Naps was also the first friend who had the sincerity to personally call me up and tell me that she was leaving the country. It really made me very happy. She could have texted me or could have just told me on Facebook. But she called. Thanks Naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my " After O'levels sleep patterns" I regularly go to sleep at four in the morning and wake up at twelve to one in the afternoon. Anyway that certain day. I woke up at around twelve noon. I was making myself coffee when my phone rang. I saw that it was Napittha. I thought it was rather odd, I mean, there was no particular reason, why she would be calling me at the certain point in time. So anyway, I answered the call. It was Napittha. She basically told me that she was leaving for Thailand later in that day. She told me to take care and to not to let anyone take advantage of me and things like that. So here is what she said, more or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hey Bhalaji, I am leaving for Thailand today. Take care of yourself, and don't let others take advantage of you.&amp;nbsp;Be strong and more independent&amp;nbsp;And stop being so nice to everyone.&amp;nbsp;in that day. She told me to take care and to not to let anyone take advantage of me and things like that. So here is what she said, more or less"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was not verbatim, but it is close enough. I decided that I should send her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prepared to go to the airport, she said she would arrive at the airport at around 4.30pm, so I left my house at around 3.45. If did not take me very long to reach the airport. I live quite near it in fact, I reached the airport at around 4.20pm. I called Napittha, and found out she was still on the way to the airport. To kill time, I went of the 'Hudson News' bookshop. I was browsing through some books there and just walking around the store, when I got a call from Napittha, however the person on the phone was Nadhirah. She told me to come to check in row 9 (if my memory serves me correctly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I went to the check in row, Napittha, Nadhirah, and Sou Young were there. The first one to notice me was Nadhirah. So it was just hi and all that. Naps had bit of a check in problem. Anyway, after sorting it out (during which Nad was showing me tips and tricks on my iPhone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly Mayer and Linus arrived ( I had to get Mayer's number from Mitchell). So anyway, after everyone, had arrived, we all went down to&amp;nbsp;McDonald's&amp;nbsp;to chat and have a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of us just chatted. Some got meals or drinks but I just chatted with Nad (again mostly about the iPhone) and also helped Nad, Naps and Sou Young take pictures together. After that, we all just headed up to again chat and to take pictures together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short while, Mayer, Linus and the others (I am not so familiar with them). The only ones remaining were, Napittha, Nadhirah, Sou Young, Napittha's Guardian and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked Naps whether she would be coming back to collect her results in January. She, (to my huge surprise) said maybe. I was like "MAYBE? what maybe, don't you have to be here to get your results."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know really, maybe she can have her results mailed over or something. But they should not matter too much to her. She has already secured a place in The Chulalongkron University, (Yes it is spelt correctly, I made sure of that). I feel really happy for her, (and also a bit jealous, but hey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So soon after, we all were waiting for Syahirah (I really don't know if I spelt her name correctly) so anyway. She came,&amp;nbsp;eventually, after a long wait. After that it was time for Naps to go into the Terminal to board the plane. After exchanging hugs, and more photos. (Gosh, do girls take a lot of photos). Naps then went into the terminal. After that Sou Young left. And quite to my surprise. Nad started tearing up. Guess she is going to miss Naps a whole lot. Anyway, after that I just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two(Naps and Nad), were actually quite unexpected friends, Here is why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, now Nad and Naps are like my two homies, but we were not really good friends until like the beginning of this year. I sat beside, Naps and Nad at the beginning of the year. But then, one month into the seating arrangement. I ended up in between them, for reason that I will not say here. So I was like the bridge between those two. And also, I constantly shared my textbooks with them, since well; I was the one who actually bothered to bring the textbooks to class. We had a lot of fun, I covered for Naps when she fell asleep or for NadNad, falling asleep a few times, for Naps however it was on a daily basis.). We also copied homework for each other. And I learnt a bit about filing from those two. Ahh, such great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You realise I use short forms of my friends names sometimes, I am sorry if I confused you with that.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-5085887145939639339?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/5085887145939639339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/12/sending-off-naps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/5085887145939639339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/5085887145939639339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/12/sending-off-naps.html' title='Sending off Naps'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TPqpkbvHSMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9GqwlJ8YRGo/s72-c/155623_460915658794_551628794_5555439_5909854_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-2268169076267600466</id><published>2010-11-28T12:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:43:29.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog: The Origins</title><content type='html'>You would expect this to be my first post, but it is not. But I am happy that I am writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, back in the days, I was not a very tech savvy kid. In fact I did not even know how to use a search engine, properly. I also did not have an email until I was thirteen years old. And that was months after I began my life as a secondary school student. Thank you Nabil for teaching me how. Like I said it was only in secondary school that I was introduced to the wonder that was the internet and I was well into completing my first year of secondary education when I heard of these peculiar internet phenomenon called blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you, what this 'blog' was I never knew nor was I especially interested in it. But over time I started videos I started visiting my friends blogs and started finding out that they were rather like personal diaries. With the exception of not being so personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started visiting blogs made and maintained by professionals, who shared their knowledge through their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was inspired to create one for myself, however I never got around doing it for almost another year. The first two created (Oh boy, I cannot even remember their names) are lost blogs. They still do exist somewhere in cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After creating my proper blog, last year, it was still not regularly used, in fact. Most of what my blog is happened this holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the story of how I became a blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-2268169076267600466?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/2268169076267600466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-would-expect-this-to-be-my-first.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/2268169076267600466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/2268169076267600466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-would-expect-this-to-be-my-first.html' title='Blog: The Origins'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-6473941711089094826</id><published>2010-11-24T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T08:54:07.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TO1C7k1At_I/AAAAAAAAACw/1ZRsHCKUKI4/s1600/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TO1C7k1At_I/AAAAAAAAACw/1ZRsHCKUKI4/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, I went to the Singapore Army Museum with Swee Yik. I brought my camera along and managed to take some wonderful pictures. Honestly though, I have to admit the trip was quite boring. ( Sorry Swee Yik, if you ever read this, nothing personal, just not my cup of tea). The five dollars I paid as the entrance fee could have been spent in a more productive way. That said, I still do respect the Singaporean Defence Forces, myself being a very proud member of the National Police Cadet Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this is how it started out. I woke at 0930, I was to meet Swee Yik at the bus stop at 1010 but I only arrived at 1024 to meet a very annoyed Swee Yik. Anyway we made our very long journey to the museum, after a long train ride and a short bus ride. Interestingly enough, the buses in that part of Singapore are quiet old. They still have sliding windows and also have no air conditioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went to museum and spent about an hour and a half there. All I did there was to take pictures, then we had a go at the mock obstacle course they had there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Jurong Point, were we had a meal at an Indonesian Restaurant. The chilli was so spicy there. Then I bought a drink at Starbucks, mostly because of the chilli and we roamed around. We eventually came to HARRIS bookstore and we went in there to spend the time while I finished my drink. I found a book there - Robinson Crusoe, by Daniel Defoe - which I bought. I have to admit, I got an excellent deal on that book. I guess that the book will keep me occupied for a decent amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just went to buy flowers at Bedok Interchange for the morning prayers on Thursday mornings. Thought I had to wait out the rain at Bedok Library. After that I just headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-Bhalaji&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-6473941711089094826?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/6473941711089094826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-i-went-to-singapore-army.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6473941711089094826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6473941711089094826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-i-went-to-singapore-army.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TO1C7k1At_I/AAAAAAAAACw/1ZRsHCKUKI4/s72-c/IMG_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-6926907949969681602</id><published>2010-11-24T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T04:21:45.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my friends and I had initially planned to go to Vivocity, to watch a movie, but alas, none of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them could make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the actual reason I had to go to Vivocity in the first place was to register the warranty for my camera and also to purchase an additional lense for my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TO0CyospemI/AAAAAAAAACs/RYdq4FPZFWs/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TO0CyospemI/AAAAAAAAACs/RYdq4FPZFWs/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So when my friends could not make it, I just took some pictures around Vivocity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-6926907949969681602?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/6926907949969681602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-my-friends-and-i-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6926907949969681602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6926907949969681602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/yesterday-my-friends-and-i-had.html' title='Vivo'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TO0CyospemI/AAAAAAAAACs/RYdq4FPZFWs/s72-c/IMG_0377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-5976230733575108777</id><published>2010-11-23T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T07:52:23.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TOvjGs2-dlI/AAAAAAAAACk/ql3oaYLR9L8/s1600/PB190140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TOvjGs2-dlI/AAAAAAAAACk/ql3oaYLR9L8/s320/PB190140.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The 20th of November was my school's graduation day. It is a day when my school commerates (yup, you guessed it) the graduation of the students in their final year. At first I did not give it much thought. I anticipated it to be another usual "prize giving ceremony" sort of thing. Maybe a guest of honour, a speech by the principal or the vice principal, the reception of certificates, and photos with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well to be honest with you. It WAS much as I expected it to be. Nothing too grand. There was a guest of honour, a Bedok View alumni who is currently a successful dentist. And of course we had a speech by Mdm Rao. She talked about friends and how it was important we carefully choose our friends. I believe she is right. You cannot just make friends just because they give you the upper edge. After that it was the prize giving ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got two awards. The first one was the 'Colours' award which I got, ( as it said on the certificate) for my 'Outstanding contributions to NPCC [ National Police Cadet Corps]). I was proud to recieve it. Yes, several other got it with me, but it felt good. Npcc was one of the things in my secondary school that made my life there wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The next one was a certificate that everyone got. It was the graduation certificate. Again I went up on stage to get it, it was handed to me by my form teacher, Miss Joy Ho. Maybe this sounds cliche, but really, reality hit me at that point in time, when I was shaking hands with Miss Ho, I knew I would not see my Form/Physics teacher so often again, She is one of the few teachers, who I had known and interacted with throughout my secondary school life. I knew her as a teacher in Npcc in my first two years and as my form teacher, physics teacher and Npcc teacher in my final two years. Of course in this small island it is not hard to bump into someone you know, but hey what are the odds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway I collected my certificate and headed back to my seat, handing my tie to Angie (Poh) along the way, Bryan also lent his tie to someone, but that is besides the point. The rest of the ceremony was... I honestly admit, was a bore. So Bryan, Miss Ho and I started talking about the future. We all talked about what we planned to study in our next steps of education. Bryan and I have similar ambitions, we both want to engineers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway we talked to Miss Ho about it and I talked of how I wanted to get into MIT and how I wanted to start my own company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh yes, very important point, the overall best student award was won by Joshua, yes Joshua Maximilian Hendrojuwono, I am very proud of that guy, he is probably the most hard working and meticulous person I have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am obliged to mention that Adli from 4E3 also won that award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After the ceremony was over we ended it by throwing our ties in the air ( Bryan and I just pretended, we did not have our ties with us after all). After that we all took photos with our friend and teachers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After that we went down to have some refreshments, once again provided by the girl guides. Then it is worth mentioning that Mrs Cheong was very excited to meet my mother, they spoke about me for a while and then we (Mrs Cheong, my mum and I) took a &amp;nbsp;photo together. That was pretty much all, My mum and I left by cab after that, since it was raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bedok View Secondary School has been a integral point of my life, without this school. I may not be the person I am today. I will never forget this wonderful institution. It will always be my school. Once a Bedok Viewan, always a Bedok Viewan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank You Bedok View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Signing off as a proud Bedok Viewan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bhalaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-5976230733575108777?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/5976230733575108777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/20th-of-november-was-my-schools.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/5976230733575108777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/5976230733575108777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/20th-of-november-was-my-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TOvjGs2-dlI/AAAAAAAAACk/ql3oaYLR9L8/s72-c/PB190140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-4032923201672034686</id><published>2010-11-19T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:52:48.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4E1 class chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TOZC8ED6KgI/AAAAAAAAACU/4kUvL-8sAog/s1600/76292_1741566898924_1231250638_1977917_537216_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541189991175694850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TOZC8ED6KgI/AAAAAAAAACU/4kUvL-8sAog/s320/76292_1741566898924_1231250638_1977917_537216_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hello, recently (last Tuesday the 16th of November 2010) I attended my class chalet. I could not attend my class chalet last year as I was busy training for my PDS performance. So I made sure I attended this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The day started out okay. I woke up at 1030, then just slacked all the way until about 1200 then I headed to the gym at Fengshan community centre, since Shan Leong and I had planned to go there, Nabil and Hasfis were there too. I only reached there around 1320, after following very vague and confusing instructions from Shan Leong. Only upon reaching there did I realise that I could have easily walked there in about twenty minutes from my house. First did some treadmill, bicycle then I did weights. After gym I left for my house, so that I could shower, pack my bags and head for my class chalet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then as it was to be, it started raining when I was walking home, thus I had to run under a block of flats and had to navigate my way to my house through the concrete maze of HDB blocks, i kept me mostly dry but the detour added a good ten to twenty minutes to my journey back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally I made it home by 1500, then I had a shower threw in a few clothes, a towel, pens and notebooks into my bag and headed to my class chalet, but I made in to Shing Siong to by a few packets of chips and a few bottles of drinks since Wei En told me to buy some since I had the class money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then, again, it started raining again, this time, heavily, still I braved it with my umbrella. Unfortunately, the umbrella inverted while I was crossing the road, due to the strong winds. Luckily, the taxi arrived shortly,  I jumped in and gave the cab driver the address, after about a twenty minute ride, I arrives at the National Service Resort and Country Club. After a few minutes I found my way to the bungalow, we had rented and was welcomed by Hong Yu, in fact there were only a few people when I arrived, Hong Yu, Edmund, Matin, Jerald, Geoffrey, Ahmad and possibly a few others. I joined Matin and gang, and watched them play some video game, then tried my hand at Call Of Duty: Black Ops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Napittha also put on make up on Hwee Min, Jia Yi and Melvin, with the last looking wicked (in a good way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Also just after dinner, we had dance performance by Nopphiphat and Melvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After that slowly people came back to the bungalow, then we had dinner, after the dinner most of us stayed at the bungalow. watching movies, playing cards and things like that, I managed to entertain Ms Ho, Nad and Naps with a mathematical card trick, though I admit, it was not very professionally done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1139.snc4/148147_466373988807_706073807_5494103_8362116_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1139.snc4/148147_466373988807_706073807_5494103_8362116_n.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 480px; width: 640px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I did the same with  the people playing Big Two. Then I even learnt how to play Big Two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After that we a few of us, including me, watched a Science Fiction movie called 'Pandorum', Nice movie, but can be a bit confusing sometimes. Anyway after that most of the class left for home and the rest left to play pool. So the only ones in the bungalow were Yi Jun, Angelina, Kai Wen, Yanin and I. We all played Big Two, with Yi Jun and I teaching the rest how to play it. Angelina won two games despite having never played the game before. (Impressive)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After the rest came back it was pretty much a movie marathon until the wee hours of the morning. I think I fell asleep at the couch at around 0400, but somehow, I woke up at 0830, in a sort of cot, fashioned from two couches. I was the second last to wake up, with Geoffrey being the only person to wake up after me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The second day was very short. I had a shower, brushed my teeth and did the things people do after the wake up. Then it was just Big Two until 1000, then we took the shuttle bus to Tanah Merah MRT station. Then I just went home, while most of the rest went to Paya Lebar to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That is all I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-Bhalaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-4032923201672034686?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/4032923201672034686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/4e1-class-chalet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/4032923201672034686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/4032923201672034686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/4e1-class-chalet.html' title='4E1 class chalet'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oq5iyMgworc/TOZC8ED6KgI/AAAAAAAAACU/4kUvL-8sAog/s72-c/76292_1741566898924_1231250638_1977917_537216_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-1863865756416157699</id><published>2010-11-18T09:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T20:53:24.790-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zach Galifianakis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Robert Downey Jr.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Due Date'/><title type='text'>It is Due</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/moviepostershop/4999143778/" title="Due Date quad poster by Movie Poster Shop, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Due Date quad poster" height="250" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4999143778_038c0119bb.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Interesting day today, went out with Shan Leong and Swee Yik, to watch a movie, at Golden Village located at Tampines Mall  unfortunatelyYanin, Kai Wen and Angelina could not come. It was still fun though, the movie was pretty much decided between Swee Yik and I. Shan Leong did not really have an idea of what movie he wanted to watch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Firstly he called up others to see if they wanted to come for the movies, the others did not. So it was just Swee Yik, Shan Leong and I. We in the end planned to watch 'Due Date,' a comedy starring the Robert Downey Jr. and Zach Galifianakis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Good Movie, I would say, damn those critics who think they so good at judging movies. I liked it and that is all I care to care about (tinge of incoherence there, get used to it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We bought the tickets at 3 O'clock, the movie only started at 5, so we spent some time at the arcade with me trying my hands at a first person shooting game, a racing game and a game of Air Hockey (which was quite wasted because the puck went missing after a while).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After that we went to have a meal at Long John Silvers, felt kinda guilty eating there, but never mind, one cannot be too stringent. Then we just roamed around in a Toys R' Us and Popular Bookstore, flipping through books and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The movie went rather smoothly, not much to say, the theater was a bit cold initially but that got better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;After the movie we went down to the Basement of Tampines Mall to get some food, I did not eat anything. Anyway than the two others went home, while I set foot into Tampine 1 (for the first time) and spent some time at Times Bookstore. Then I just headed home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Basic plot of the movie: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Peter Highman (Downey) is a successful architect and  an expectant father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ethan Tremblay aka Ethan Chase (Galifianakis) is an aspiring actor. It is also worth mentioning that he carries his father's ashes in a coffee can and later he scatters it over the Grand Canyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Both the gentlemen metioned above are put on the no fly list and thus Highman is not able to fly to Los Angeles to see the birth of his first child, Highman's belongings are still in the plane so he is not able to drive. He ends up hitching a Ride with Tremblay and that is where all the fun (and trouble)  starts. Really go and watch the movie, there is too much to describe in a few words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGpJUh9j-jU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGpJUh9j-jU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-1863865756416157699?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/1863865756416157699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-due.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/1863865756416157699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/1863865756416157699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-is-due.html' title='It is Due'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4112/4999143778_038c0119bb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-962601865917543400</id><published>2010-06-23T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T12:37:13.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am back'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello people out there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now having been abandoning my blog for quite some time now and its really rusty. Its now the last week of the June holidays and its nearing the O' levels, well, I am studying but sometime I just get distracted, but I shall give it my best. The holidays have not been that eventful but at least I exercise regularly now. Add Maths prelim papers are a challenge but suddenly I have this urge to Major in Mathematics. Its not bad actually, quite a intriguing field of study. I strongly believe that anyone can achieve anything, so I like to keep my mind open. Well that is all for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-962601865917543400?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/962601865917543400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-people-out-there-now-having-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/962601865917543400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/962601865917543400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/06/hello-people-out-there-now-having-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-8079742735185673838</id><published>2010-06-23T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:50:48.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talk about being inactive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-8079742735185673838?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/8079742735185673838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/06/talk-about-being-inactive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/8079742735185673838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/8079742735185673838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/06/talk-about-being-inactive.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-8840632839796783404</id><published>2010-02-13T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:58:53.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey, surprise, I am blogging. Why? I have that little bit of free time in my hands now. So why am I blogging in my free time? Well, blogging actually is a bit educational. One of the best way to improve English is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I am writing now. If you have noticed I do not use any internet slangs in my blogs, maybe I have  but either I do not remember or its really minimal. Also, for those who do not know, I do not really type very fast. So this is a way for me to improve my typing speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The chinese new year is here, so HAPPY LUNAR NEW YEAR to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everyone is school and I have a two day break from school. This time has to used wisely, have a break but do not forget to study. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a lot of stuff to do. Then again, I must have fun, but how do I have fun, that is a question I have to ponder on. Anyone have any ideas, feel free to tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have not read a book in a three weeks, that for me atleast, is a VERY long time. Last book I read  that kept me riveted was Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. He was the man who wrote the best selling book - the da Vinci code - Digital Fortress was his first book by the way and it is well written. It was one of the books I chewed through in one day ( I DID NOT literally chew the book) Before I continue, I would just like to say, a writer is cannot be solely judged by critics. Each one is a storyteller and each has his or her own story. It is a personal choice whether one likes a book or not. If you like it, good, carry on reading, if not, put it down and pick up another one. Furthermore, being the avid reader I am, I have been through a lot of different writing styles. And I have a few interesting questions on grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. The use of single quotes ( ',' ) and double quotes ( " , " ). A quick look at ' Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary ' told me that single quotation marks are used in British English and double quotations are used in American English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Authors who use single quotations marks to punctuate direct speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. J.K. Rowling (British)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. H.G. Wells (British)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.Sir Arthur Conan Doyle(British)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.Dan Brown(American)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.Clive Cussler(American)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6. Agatha Christie(British)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Authors who use double quotation marks to punctuate direct speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1. Robert Louis Stevenson (Scottish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2. Lewis Carroll(British)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.Paulo Coelho(Brazilian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.Carlo Collodi(Italian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5. Christopher Paolini(American)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I understand this represents a very small proportion of writers. And I am assuming that the publishers publish the manuscripts exactly. So there seems to be a good mix. I also wonder if authors use single quotes because its easier to type.( You have to press SHIFT + single quote button) to type double quotes on a modern keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well the real question though, is why do we, in Singapore, use double quotes, when we are a country that uses British English.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it really does not matter. It is a interesting topic to think about though. And makes for a exciting blogging topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until Next Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bhalaji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-8840632839796783404?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/8840632839796783404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-surprise-i-am-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/8840632839796783404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/8840632839796783404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-surprise-i-am-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-2576589155427919804</id><published>2009-11-27T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:39:42.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a month since  I came back, but I think I will now blog about New Zealand, It was a fantastic trip, and of the two (New Zealand and Japan) the more interesting one (in terms of the activities). The New Zealand trip was full of  fun and hands on activites, we got to examine a river, calculating its speed, discharge and things like, things that you cannot really of in the confines of a classroom. Really, learning in the great outdoors does make things stick to your head a lot faster and better. I mean, sure, one can learn everything in a textbook and regurgitate it in their test and exams. Then again put them in a practical situation and they are just going to look at you with a ridiculous look on their faces. Now thats a real test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the Green Bay High School, my partner was Luke ( and his last name was NOT Skywalker) their schools are rather simple in face but the people there are really friendly. I went through Chemistry, Graphics and PE with my partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we moved on to Rotorua which due to the sulphur down there smelt like rotten eggs. My favourite activity in Rotorua was the Zorb. I was actually the first one to go (with Issac), it feels like being put in a huge washing machine and just being tumbled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Another thing I enjoyed in New Zealand is that I celebrated my Birthday there, The teachers actually got a cake and all and two other people shared my Birthday (Maverick and Ryan) the day was 1 November 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-2576589155427919804?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/2576589155427919804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-month-since-i-came-back-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/2576589155427919804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/2576589155427919804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-month-since-i-came-back-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-4112117337913686814</id><published>2009-07-25T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:19:55.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just came back from the 2D1N leadership course. If i were to sum it up in one word, i would say that it is fantastic, yes a bit boring but it was fun, especially the game called traffic jam which is a bit too complicated for me to describe here. After I came back i had almost no rest, i just had a bath and a quick meal then it was off shopping with my mother(i have a cousin coming form the USA tomorrow). i have 4 test to study for next week. I will study for them, i have gotten more serious about my studies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the temasek acapella group is amazing, there are serious good. I heard them sing on the cd i got at the leadership course.I think should try it, its amazing how they make music with their voices.&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/6454565621456622360-4112117337913686814?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/4112117337913686814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-back-from-2d1n-leadership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/4112117337913686814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/4112117337913686814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-came-back-from-2d1n-leadership.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-1093566030008074056</id><published>2009-07-14T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:30:38.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been busy lately, its only two weeks since the school reopened and so many people are falling sick, 1 from my class even came down with H1N1 (not going to mention names). i just hope that these people get well soon. Have been listening to 'heal the world' by the late michael jackson (very catchy song) here is the link - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dt3NKilGqeE&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-1093566030008074056?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/1093566030008074056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-been-busy-lately-its-only-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/1093566030008074056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/1093566030008074056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-been-busy-lately-its-only-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-6101530360888441010</id><published>2009-06-30T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T04:15:46.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 june 2009</title><content type='html'>Hi guys it me, i know its been a long time since a my first post but here i am, today is the second day of school after the june holidays. Today was a normal day except that i had farewell dance practice with my np squadmates today , i guess we did progress a bit in our dance sequence, i am not going to reveal the song though. I still have my E-maths homework to do but hopefully i can finish it today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-6101530360888441010?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/6101530360888441010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-june-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6101530360888441010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/6101530360888441010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-june-2009.html' title='30 june 2009'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6454565621456622360.post-7556314234162705689</id><published>2009-04-01T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:35:24.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello guys, this is my new blog i and truly intend to stick to it, those who have read my other two blogs (each with 1 post each), please forgive me. So hi, and welcome to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6454565621456622360-7556314234162705689?l=zincworks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/feeds/7556314234162705689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/7556314234162705689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6454565621456622360/posts/default/7556314234162705689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zincworks.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Bhalaji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01902934505295252607</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
