<?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-20185771</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:07:00.998+08:00</updated><category term='Indian Dance'/><category term='Student Council'/><category term='EZ Beacon'/><category term='SC'/><category term='SJAB'/><category term='Stunent Council Investiture'/><category term='Senior Victory'/><category term='Mid Years'/><category term='Cousin Sister'/><category term='Thaipusam'/><category term='Camp Aspire'/><category term='Photoshoot'/><category term='Tamil O Level'/><category term='Speech Day'/><category term='CNY'/><category term='SRJC'/><category term='Accident'/><category term='Elections'/><category term='SINDA camp'/><title type='text'>The Spoken Vel</title><subtitle type='html'>People want to have their say their way. Leave now if you hate my existence.

If I get insensitive, you know I am really fuming.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1863591438321491038</id><published>2011-01-28T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:28:29.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets try...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... another random week. Two days of school, 3+2 days of holiday. Tough conditioning my mind though... Anway while 15000 new JC1s were having their orientation in their various JCs yesterday, I did something rather different. On hindsight it was very dangerous and potentially exhaustive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode my bicycle to school today. It seems ordinary, unless you know that I live near Tampines south and my school is in Hougang! 12.5km to, 12.7km back. Not bad, 25 km in a day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left at 3pm. First cycled through Simei, then Tampines past Temasek Poly, then past Bedok reservoir. I intended to use the Khaki Bukit Viaduct but it was closed to pedestrians and I wasent sure if I could cycle on a viaduct. So I found a shortcut - a canal just underneath the viaduct. But beside the canal was the heavily guaarded Tampines sand and granite stockpile! The other side of the canal, under the viaduct was dense vegetation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cycled for eons, afraid of a blockade then emerged near the Khaki Bukit VICOM and carmart. After that there was a paved road (phew!). Cycled till I reached Airport road then turned right to Hougang avenue 3, continued all the way till I reached the end of tampines road. Stopped for a while at the coffeeshop then I followed Upper Serangoon road to SRJC. I reached at 4.30pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look for people I knew but I remembered it was a JC1 orientation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the return trip I tried the Tampines Road route. This route is longer but supposedly smoother. From SRJC I cycled past a different stretch of Hougang Ave 3 until I hit Tampines Road again. From here I followed Tampines road all the way. The stretch from HE3 to KPE was fine, it was downhill. But the stretch from KPE till the point where you can see the TPE, it was uphill. I had to stop twice, and I had no water. I thought that was all, until I discovered that from that point on, there was no pavement. And there were heavy vehicles using the road. The road wasn't that wide. With the fear that I'll get knocked into at any moment, I rode all the way to Tampines ave 10, not too far from IKEA. Took a wrong turn into Ave 5 but at least it was a straight path to Simei. Cycled the last stretch home in elation. Reached at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I was still able to do my Physics tuition homework after that(2 SI unit qns:). There were 2 things I learnt. 1 - bring lots of water. 2 - keep to the conventional routes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1863591438321491038?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1863591438321491038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1863591438321491038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2011/01/lets-try.html' title='Lets try...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-198224449453196113</id><published>2011-01-21T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:39:12.664+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thaipusam'/><title type='text'>Thaipusam 2011</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, its been some time since I last wrote. Things happen, some good, some terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many major events, Promo results, SRGCE lijiang, New Year and the list goes on. (Religious disclaimer beyond this point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Thaipusam. This year was different in the sense that I carried a milk pot. It's pretty nominal I guess. Reached Perumal temple at 3am, walked the 2+km route to Tank road, experienced a massive human jam near Thandayuthapani temple because the people had to enter the temple in 'batches'. It was a 1 hr wait, we could not bring the pot down form the head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, this small girl behind me said 'அம்மா, வீட்டுக்கு போன என்னை அடிப்பிங்களா?' (Mum will you beat me when we go home? I did something not supposed to be done.) The mother was so flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally entered the temple at 4.30am. There in the sanctum was a (idol for pooja) of Murugan. Somehow in the lighting conditions and the atmosphere, it seemed as if He himself was standing there getting showered in all the milk. I just stood there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-198224449453196113?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/198224449453196113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/198224449453196113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2011/01/thaipusam-2011.html' title='Thaipusam 2011'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6334132088586510317</id><published>2010-06-24T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:31:23.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp Aspire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Council'/><title type='text'>Aspirations</title><content type='html'>Hi people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been some time since I posted about my life. 4 minor-major things happened in my life. In order, they were: the Pre University Seminar 2010, SRJC's 23rd student council training camp(CTC), my cousin's naming ceremony and SRJC's 6th leaders training camp - Camp Aspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about camp Aspire today, seeing that I just returned earlier today from it. Camp Aspire was held for 3 groups of people in SRJC, namely the CCA leaders (P and VP), Class leaders (chair and vice chair), and of course the councillors. This was a training camp run by teachers, another speciality, for the leaders of the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 days were semi eventful. Sat through leadership lectures in the hall, in the freezing air con. It was like a refresher course for us councillors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were eventful moments. One good and one bad. The bad one was a case of mass food poisoning. People around me were rushing to toilets in the middle of the night activities. I went to sleep, thinking I was not affected. Next morning I woke up, normal, and sat down for breakfast. I felt dizzy, and I fainted. I don't know what happened in the next few minutes. Then I heard my teacher's voice and I 'came back'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advertised highlight for the camp was the leader's affirmation ceremony. At 10 pm on the 2nd day, we were brought to the dark basketball pitch. We were given candles, and we recited the leader's creed. It was a proud moment for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the real highlight happened later. The teachers said to be awake by 5am the next day. So we went to sleep. Next thing I knew, the lights were turned on and we were forced to walk in circles, literally, around the hall, at 2am. After 1/2 an hr, we were split into our groups and were emotionally tested, all the way till the end of the camp at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been writing for 25mins now and I've lost my train of thought.) There is a saying. It is not how you perform when you are fresh, it is how you perform when you are fatigued and emotionally worn out. I think this activity brought out many of my friend's unseen sides, including mine. While mine is relatively minor and fixable, others were not. (i'll edit this paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6334132088586510317?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6334132088586510317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6334132088586510317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/06/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-3862025465816580428</id><published>2010-06-18T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T23:20:12.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats!</title><content type='html'>Mum, cousins, aunt and I were walking along a narrow corridor in Tekka yesterday. They were talking when I, referring to my cousins, mentioned that there were two rats walking along. My mum and aunt stopped dead in their tracks and checked the floor before contiuing their walk. Cousins and I were having a hard time controlling ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-3862025465816580428?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3862025465816580428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3862025465816580428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/06/rats.html' title='Rats!'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1375410063233263650</id><published>2010-05-22T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T23:44:14.847+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousin Sister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mid Years'/><title type='text'>The stressful wait for a highlight</title><content type='html'>Hmm... What a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;H1 GP Papers 1 and 2 -&gt; Doable paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;H1 Geography -&gt; Fun to do, no time to finish&lt;br /&gt;H1 Tamil -&gt; Hell cos paper was much tougher than expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Study break, most unproductive day of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;H2 Physics -&gt; Surprisingly doable&lt;br /&gt;H2 Mathematics -&gt; Not enough practice.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt admitted to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Spent morning practising for Chem&lt;br /&gt;H2 Chemistry -&gt; Morning practice helped lots.&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the week took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi people! Sorry for the long winded intro but the above pretty much sums up my week. Yes, Mid years at SRJC! What a whirlwind of activity. Or words that translate to marks i mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Not much to say about my papers, all already quoted. Now lets talk about my highlight for the week (and the month) that happened on friday. I met a relative at tekka today and what she said pretty much it up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;உனக்கு தங்கசி பிறந்திருக்கா!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, mother's sister is equal to mother in indian culture so yes. I have new cousin sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dad picked me up from school at 7.30 and we travelled to KKH. Mum and aunt's M-I-Law were fretting that I had not eaten. I did not care, I just wanted to meet my sister. We went into the ward, baby was in the nursery. Uncle and aunt were all smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When she came in, I was amazed at how small she was. She was curled up in a bundle of pink sheets. A bundle of joy. I was reluctant to hold her cos I did not know how to handle a newborn. But I carried her. She was sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;-Nathish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1375410063233263650?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1375410063233263650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1375410063233263650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/05/additions.html' title='The stressful wait for a highlight'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1180148555453213207</id><published>2010-05-03T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:54:19.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dwelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;கடந்த காலம் நிகழ்காலத்தோடு மோதும் பொது எதிர்காலம் பலியாகுக்து. தீர்ப்பு மரண தண்டனை - சிங்கை குருஷேத்ரம்  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When the past mixes with the present, the future is affected. The verdict is death - Gurushetrem&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote holds significant to me. My time spent now, dwelling in my past is going to affect my future. If not stopped it will end after my death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post for my thoughts. Rushing off to finish my PI.&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1180148555453213207?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1180148555453213207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1180148555453213207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/05/dwelling.html' title='Dwelling'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7564771796938875099</id><published>2010-04-28T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T22:13:39.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28-9=19</title><content type='html'>It has been 19 days since I last blogged. And blogged about a sad thing at that. I really can't believe that is is almost may! Goodness! Mid-Yrs in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have happened in the past few weeks. It is like a long train whooshing before my eyes. Speech Day, Pre U sem interviews, Council work, tests after tests and best of all, reduced travel time to school thanks to the Circle Line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up here for 2 reasons. One, today has been one of the better days in many days. Two, I'm waiting for my video montage to finish loading. Its at a slow 31.1% Yeah, boring reasons right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know project work (s)kills! I lack the skills, that's why the Preliminary Investigation is killing me! H2 Physics is my biggest worry. O Level physics is peanuts to what I'm learning here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone in my school, name beginning with a P, has been embarrassing me. She has spilled everything about me to people who know me. Really irritating after a certain point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll stop myself from ranting on and on. Increasingly the number of calls and smses from my secondary schoolmates has been on the decline. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7564771796938875099?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7564771796938875099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7564771796938875099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/04/28-919.html' title='28-9=19'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7249688694816592198</id><published>2010-04-09T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:47:09.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Teapot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/S8CYhSn6b9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/IpZhc_djLso/s1600/AmsterdamWhiteTeapotLG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458530446075391954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/S8CYhSn6b9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/IpZhc_djLso/s320/AmsterdamWhiteTeapotLG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The teapot is a very weird object. It is white in colour to prevent heat loss. It has an opening for tea to be put in, and an outlet aka spout for tea to flow out. It also has a handle to guide it. But sometimes, the tea leaves might block the flow out the outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel I am just like this teapot. I resist change and the flow of energy aka I am quite apathetic. I have openings for information to flow in aka eyes and ears but like how the teapot does not process tea, I have not been processing my information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like the teapot, I need to release my 'tea' or I will face overflow of information. But like the tea leaves, something is blocking my outlet. I need to pour out my info into a holding pot, clean out the blockage and pour the info back in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This analogy I used is the dilemma I am facing at the moment. How to pour out the tea? When to do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A person drinks tea only when he or she wants it. If he is not in the mood, the teapot will stand on the shelf gathering dust. If the person does drink tea everyday, due to the constant expansion and contractions, the teapot will become brittle and eventually crack. The education system aka person is now in the mood to put curriculum information into me, the teapot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now I am in a very brittle state. I know it is only a matter of time before I crack. Will I have a master china craftsmen to put me back together? Not now, I am in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt;. Primary and secondary school was very different. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JCians&lt;/span&gt; are expected to be independent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;There is only one thing my young cousin sister can give me that no one can give innocently- a warm hug. It has a healing and soothing power that makes me forget my worries in her presence. Alas, this is not going to last for one day she will grow up. What will I do then for comfort?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm being left out in council because unlike elite schools, my dear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Alma&lt;/span&gt; Mater East View Secondary did not expose me to project work, argumentative writing and others not worthy of quote here. Blues, blues, blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SCRAB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eNVy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no longer worth envying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7249688694816592198?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7249688694816592198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7249688694816592198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-teapot.html' title='The White Teapot'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/S8CYhSn6b9I/AAAAAAAAAMc/IpZhc_djLso/s72-c/AmsterdamWhiteTeapotLG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2980222361769720155</id><published>2010-04-07T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:43:48.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speech Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Student Council'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SRJC'/><title type='text'>School Life So Far</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Aaah. It's good to be back to a place where I can rant on and on. Maybe I shan't or I'll be called a vayadi (big mouth).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The pressure is building up here in SR. Rush to do maths, physics, chemistry. Can slowly do Tamil, GP and geog but the most serious is Project Work(PW). Not even 6 months after my O Level start and I have received my first A Level paper for PW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;An interesting topic for you readers. SRJC Student Council Elections. In my teacher's words, "a rigorous process". Campaign, rally, publicity posters, online campaign (limited to school website though). And all that scrutiny. For the first time I shall reveal a bit more about my experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Each person needed to stand in front of the whole collage to make a speech to 'sell' themselves. As such, one fine Wednesday morning on the 24th last month I found myself standing in front of the crowd of 1500 people. I tried to be pro and went up on stage with a memorised script. And, words failed me... The J2s even remembered that 2 weeks later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hmm... Collage life is flashing before my eyes. I should restart my journaling to write all of this down. Colourless notes, humorous CTs, friends that make you laugh, pretty girls, lots of running and lots to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And, worthy od mention is a secondary school event - Speech day 2010! I've been nominated for 1 award, a miracle I bagged it considering my marks for that subject now! Parames and Ms Shuyin Yeo (our year head's name is Ms Sharon Yeo), went off without me though. Looking at my tight schedule, I probably won't be able to make it for speech day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I shall do a part two when I get some time. Let me end off with an incident that happened today. Father and I were in the car. Dad turned into the car park when a மடத்தனமான (totally harebrained) driver reversed on the main road, and crashed into my dad's car, his side! Luckily no one was hurt. I will never forget the look on my dad's face. (I've never heard him swear before.) One big lobang the size of a football on the door. Settled stuff quite fast. As that driver was in the full wrong, she settled the full sum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ya, I know I'm ending on a sombre note but this is part of my life I wish to share with the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;P.S. My election slogan was 'Go Nuts over Nathish!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2980222361769720155?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2980222361769720155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2980222361769720155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-life-so-far.html' title='School Life So Far'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-8655594654633526836</id><published>2010-03-17T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:26:15.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>I feel a feeling. It is neither happiness nor sadness. It has been persistently bugging me for one week. Yes it is related to the previous post. It has affected my schoolwork, attention span, moods and most unfortunately relationships with people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the guilt comes from the fact that Harinder, Raages have not been replying any of my messages. I cannot forget all that they have done for me, be it make me laugh or even curse me. I sound  regretful here. Because of the disappointment I had over this issue. The relevant people know, it is a issue between them and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving away from this sad issue to a painful one. My 17th birthday. 14th march 2010. Albert Einstein's 131st birthday. As I am writing, I notice my fingers are trembling. Because exactly one year ago my grandfather was the one setting up the massive decorations, directing, everything. When I fell at my grandmother's feet for blessings, the thing that cane to my mind was my grandfather will never be able to bless me again. It hit my grandma and mum quite badly, they were both crying after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igot a iPhone for a birthday gift. Bought it on 13th march at the Suntec IT fair. I used the savings to get a good iPhone dock. Grandma gave me some money, 3rd aunt gave me and family a birthday treat. Aisha and my tuition teacher were the only non family to wish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-8655594654633526836?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8655594654633526836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8655594654633526836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7922673903877974121</id><published>2010-03-12T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:40:17.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinda Camp Victory, Where I'm Concerned</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;என் மனசு இப்போ பத்தி எரியுது. 2 வருஷம் நம்ப பட்ட பாடு, மன உழிச்சல் இப்போ என்னை பொருத்தவரைக்கும் முடிண்டிருச்சு. இந்த வலி வந்து ஒரு வாரமயிட்டு ஆனா முழு வேதனை திங்கள் 10 மணிக்குதா ஆரம்பிசிச்சு. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(My heart is currently on fire. 2 years worth of hard work and anxiety is, where I'm concerned, fruitless. Even though this feeling started last friday, the full blast started on monday at 10pm and has not subsided one bit.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;நினைவிற்கு வருகிறது ஒரு அழகான காலம். பரிச்சைக்கு படிக்காமல் ஒரு முகாமிற்கு நண்பர்களுடன் திட்டமிட்டு செயல் பட்டது. எண்ணமுடியா வார்த்தை சண்டைகள். அமைச்சரிடம் பேச்சு கொடுத்தது. அப்பாவின் கல்யாண சட்டையை போட்டு கொடுத்த காட்சியளிப்பு இந்த முகாமிற்கு பணம் சேர்த்தது. இது ஒரு வார்கை மாற்றும் அனுபவம்&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(A beautiful period comes to memory. Planning for a camp instead of studying for Os. Innumerable disparities. Talk for the minister. Presentation to get funding for this camp project.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-பா. நதீஷ்  &lt;span class=""&gt;வேல்&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-B. Nathish Vel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7922673903877974121?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7922673903877974121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7922673903877974121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/sinda-camp-victory-where-im-concerned.html' title='Sinda Camp Victory, Where I&apos;m Concerned'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7670303826906288381</id><published>2010-03-06T12:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:36:30.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old things break, so get new things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I told my aunt this yesterday; "my heart is on fire". I shan't narrate the full context here just yet or i will be under fire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not that many people (2 actually) know my side of the camp victory story for it will rattle many of my sec sch ties and cut them off completely. It is not be 100% true, perhaps around 90%, because it takes into account my perception of things. So Roslina, (Raages and Aisha too if you get to hear abt this), as I'm human, one part of my thin skin will definitely puncture under stress and pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anyway, student council apprenticeship. The 60 of us were split into 4 and each group was given a project to plan. We had our major presentation yesterday. The other groups ideas were mostly relevant but time and effort consuming. Good job! The Q&amp;amp;A for us was nerve-wracking. Towards the end, the questions posed to our group were so degrading and tough that even those answering were stumped. Thankfully the teacher advisor stepped in and saved us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the end, the entire council will be doing our project. I guess the TAs, decision was based on the answers we gave. We were so happy at the news that the whole group even defied the parent teacher meetings, and stayed back to expand our ideas to include the whole council!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You may not see what I am driving at here. Passion has in the past has built a wall in front of my eyes, blinding me from reality. While the news I will attempt to break later this week will definitely be seen as an act of betrayal, understand this: my family's patience, not mine, has been crossed. I reiterate this painful fact, one that my nature has bee resisting : Old things break, so get new things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7670303826906288381?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7670303826906288381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7670303826906288381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-things-break-so-get-new-things.html' title='Old things break, so get new things'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-3782185760013029000</id><published>2010-02-26T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T21:46:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzz-y Week</title><content type='html'>Noting that this blog will soon start to host my campaign messages is an incentive for me to revamp this site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's a long way away I hope. And this week has been a long one too. Timetables ending at 5, anerobic (no oxygen) PE lessons, POP quizzes due any moment and the hassles of doing tutorials. Worst of all, getting enough sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my first official but unofficial CCA session. Official because Student Council was my posted CCA. Unofficial because we need to pass an election to hold office... Fun la. The 22nd president and her team gave lots of talk and advice over the past two sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my first swimming lesson in 11 years! Ok lah, I have no water phobia but as a boy, from a school with running culture, my bone density was high and I could not float...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets add an outstanding inccident to this post and its related reactions. Ms Sudha called me to congratulate us on getting the YCM grant(oh ya, we got it!) She called in the middle of lecture, and my phone vibration was that loud that the lecturer actually asked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day later(today that is), I smsed ard to ask when is the next meet. I found out it had been postponed to next week instead. The meeting on the 6th of March 2010 will be 7 days from the camp. What in the world they are thinking, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How EVERYTHING can be done in 6DAYS, I don't know. Remember, 4 people in JC, 2 people in private school. Few more working. Without knowing how much work needs to be done at a 'safe' date, this group is going to slack! I really REALLY want this camp to be a success. I told Parames I'm prepared to drag *he tw*** from their house if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll complete this post and add colour soon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-3782185760013029000?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3782185760013029000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3782185760013029000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/02/buzz-y-week.html' title='Buzz-y Week'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4854799267756291292</id><published>2010-02-21T17:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:52:54.297+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CNY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SINDA camp'/><title type='text'>Lets move on to new things</title><content type='html'>Lecture, tutorials and practicals (not yet anyway...). Its no wonder that many people choose the poly route. Do modules, get diploma, enter U for less than 3 years and get into a job faster and with higher pay than us JCians. And they get longer holiday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new timetable is comfortable on some days, not comfortable on most days. CCA, till now, was time - consumingly tough. Well, I've been repeating what I've been saying in previous posts. Lets move on to new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. 1. Had my relatives from Malaysia over for CNY. Had fun, pity I could not stay where they were staying but we spent time together. Only one cousin came this year, and she, my Singapore cousins and myself had fun. We went kite-flying. Pity I could not get my own kite cos all the kite sellers were on vacation. Shared 1 kite and spent the rest on the evening playing rounders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.2. Sinda Camp. Been trying to gather my thoughts to write the motivational speech for the camp. Really tougher than I expected. Will be ready by tomorrow evening. I'll also be e-mailing SJAB requesting First-Aiders today. I also happened to chance upon an art shop that sells 6 fabric markers for about $10, which works out to $1.66/pen without discount...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.3. SRJC's 23rd Student Council Interview. What about it? I went for it yesterday. And... Drum rolls.... I've been shortlisted! Next job is to run for the council elections, which is step 2 . So this is only a Half victory. Two others from my class, Chuan Yeow and Hannah. Congrats to them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Roslina at the park. Swinging like herself. When I told her about the interview, she was like " SC again?". At least this was o.k. I accidentally mixed up Hanan's hp. no. with Hannah's, my new classmate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-4854799267756291292?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4854799267756291292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4854799267756291292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/02/lets-move-on-to-new-things.html' title='Lets move on to new things'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7165617686534445966</id><published>2010-02-12T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:34:48.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Something, Uthamaputhiran and A levels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, today is the 2Nd last day of the lunar year. And we had a half day at sch, AKA no lectures/tutorials! We were allowed to dress in home clothes. Most came in their version of cool. As for me... Sch PE shirt and Pants... At least the top was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a performance today. Speech by Principal, performance by Guzheng, quizzes, competition for teachers, Orange throwing competition. Even a performance by children from a daycare! Funny lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;After that there was a class outing. Or rather, 1/3 of the class... Plato, Chuan Yeow (the Class Rep), Hannah, Hao Eng (Vice Class Rep), Kai Li, Wesley, Benita and myself. We trained to Dhoby Ghaut, Plaza Singapore, had lunch at Kopitiam, walked around and a few of us left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I sound happy when my grandma is due for observational admission tomorrow. These people tell me this only just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;There is so much to do, not much time. At this point, my info level is back to where it was near prelims last year. Notes cost a bomb, time is now becoming a commodity. This is my only break until march... Tamil A levels in July, PW in November... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sinda project is stalled again. Now I really want this project to be a success but this group seems to lack the willpower to band together. I mean, once we miss this opportunity window, there goes because poly will start and alse we will be preparing for A level...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;No space or energy to think about romance, though it is evident around me.... The 80 point target seems a far off dream... Have to fit CCA and tuition into this. Right now, my image is blurred. When will I get a lens to sharpen this image?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know the title is quite out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7165617686534445966?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7165617686534445966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7165617686534445966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/02/something-something-uthamaputhiran.html' title='Something Something, Uthamaputhiran and A levels'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7505233396462740028</id><published>2010-02-06T11:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:00:46.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GP Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, I was chatting with Harinder and we compared our past week. Basically like many poly waiters his life is, in his own words, "boring". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, my JC1 orientation came to an end on Thursday. I've been having a hard time getting hold of the photos, having not taken any myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The highlight of the orientation was a picnic on the school soccer pitch. We brought our mats, food, drinks, ordered pizza, played hard, and cheered till we dropped. My house, Aquila came in second by a mere 20 points. But the points do not matter. It was the quality of experience and fun that mattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, the fun and games are over. Just 1 week into my JC life, I've taken my first test. My first GP test. Argumentative essay. The topic? "Foreign is better than local - does this reflect the Singaporean attitude?" Ironically when I came home and read the papers, all that I needed was in there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was just watching a Ch8 Drama. A story caught my attention. There was this famous Chinese calligrapher, who in his youth would aspire to be just like his dad, another calligrapher. He would copy his dad's work, then show it to him. His dad would praise him and would add an additional stroke or two. He would then show it to his mother. But his mother would point to the additional strokes and say "it is these strokes that make your work look nice". My thoughts in my next post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To end on a pleasant note, let me tell you this. There is a line in my college anthem that goes :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SRJC all for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you can't see the pun, let me convert for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SRJC all 4 U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I don't mean disrespect in any way to my college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7505233396462740028?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7505233396462740028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7505233396462740028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/02/gp.html' title='GP Test'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6616582776682776125</id><published>2010-02-02T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:00:27.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquila is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... the Latin word for eagle. It is also the 'English' name of my new house! Just got to meet my new classmates today. All of us take H2 maths, Physics, Chem, H1 Geog, and GP, PW and TL or CL (weirdly no Malays in my class!) Kai Li is in the same class as me incidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;My Civics Tutor (F.T.)(CT from now on) is a very nice lady. And guess what! She was from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EVSS&lt;/span&gt; back in those days! So she got to know my classmates and myself during the course of today's main activity - the amazing race. As a class we basically ran around &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hougang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kovan&lt;/span&gt; area. My legs are going to break soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But what my legs are feeling is nothing to what my hands are feeling. Even after 26hrs after doing 21 chin-ups in 10&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, my hands harbour a burning sensation... Can you believe my arms were still red this morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I also got to learn the college anthem, college pioneer song, College cheer and College ... dance. It is a couple dance, meaning it MUST be done with a person of the opposite gender! It is fun la, but I shall not reveal more, as I'm merely scraping the tip of the iceberg that represents &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SRJC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today is the day that I wore my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SRJC&lt;/span&gt; uniform for the first time. Well, PE uniform &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BAAAAAT&lt;/span&gt;, uniform is uniform. So we are no longer called freshmen, we are called.......... J1s. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt;, big deal right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sad to say, after all of this, I have 100-102+2= 0 photos of the past 2 days' events. I think it is time to be brave and bring my camera to school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tomr&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end with a quote by the PE HOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;One does not do things because they are easy but because they are difficult -&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well it was a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;c&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;day. See you on next post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;-the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SCRAB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6616582776682776125?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6616582776682776125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6616582776682776125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/02/aquila-is.html' title='Aquila is...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4985165214868722862</id><published>2010-01-31T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:43:40.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;... where I was photographed in a 3 person photo. Mum will kill me when she reads this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, Sinda (hello Mr Ramesh!) is doing its annual report and the Senior Victory classes were included. So Ms Lolita, Nelson and myself were photographed in a casual "mentoring scene". We were supposed to be smiling but the conversation was very ugly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Went to Oli's M3 to buy top 100 songs... came home and cleared out my cupboard... placed my new uniform proudly in its place. The tie is the most striking but I guess no photos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And so my day drags on. The sun will set, my alarm will ring and a new day will start in 6 hrs. Side effects include the monday morning blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-4985165214868722862?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4985165214868722862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4985165214868722862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-3256460329598475880</id><published>2010-01-29T18:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T19:15:39.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAE Result and Orientation Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wow. So much has happened in the past three days. The flow of daily info surged from 2% to 80%! The next line announces my new school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serangoon Junior Collage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yup, I've been posted to the school that Mrs Cho hailed from. First day was yesterday. It was quite an experience. As I walked into the school, I felt a sense of elation. Probably because all the councillors stood in a line to welcome us. First the Principal addressed us. Very funny but full of info. I heard he was very strict. That's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Had a few orientation games. Madaleine, Shuyin, Kai Li and Parames are here. Got to know a few people from other schools. They won't be in my final class though. Our combinations differ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Over the past two days, I spent over 60% of the time in the hall where we had to sit on the floor of the cold air-conditioned hall. You can imagine how my bottom feels...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I mentioned a sense of elation above. It hung with me for some time, until I saw the e-form for subject registration. I felt like a deflating balloon when I saw things like highest achievement, CIP record, overseas trips record. It will be a miracle if I make it into the SRSC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, jokes aside, my new school is very impressive. The courses and CCAs complement this notion of mine. I hope to have many good memories at this JC. And of course get my A level cert...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-3256460329598475880?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3256460329598475880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3256460329598475880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/jae-result-and-orientation-day.html' title='JAE Result and Orientation Day'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6764201486168216921</id><published>2010-01-24T22:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:54:55.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatara Seithi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As the title suggests, I've finally caught on the Avatar glitz. Mum, Dad, Alamu and myself travelled to Yishun Multiplex to catch the show. That booked! But it was worth it, every cent. 12 years in the making has not wavered. Well done, James Cameroon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I liked the concept of energy and connectivity in the story. And the science facts within. Every scene was rich in storyline. If not for the one disgusting scene. A must watch film. I'm planning to catch the 3D version soon, anyone  coming? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the less glitzy side of recent happenings, I attended a talk by SINDA. The JC pathways workshop. Ms Geeths Creffield, HOD for Arts in ACJC and Mr Rajaram, Head of Office of admissions at NUS, talked. The talk was an eye-opener. We were exposed to scarily true scenarios that would happen in a matter of a few years. It also cleared many of my doubts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I don't know why, but I was the first to ask a question. I did not know, but the news camera zoomed up to me. And (I did not see, grandma told me), I became the face on the Tamil News Ad for the day. Even Harinder was not seen for more than 5 seconds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well, it was an experience. At least I did not embarass myself on national TV. I presume no one I knew saw the news because no one contacted me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, this is a post to gossip about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6764201486168216921?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6764201486168216921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6764201486168216921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/avatara-seithi.html' title='Avatara Seithi'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4103992763135930757</id><published>2010-01-19T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:49:42.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;... is a process of becoming morally corrupt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;... Which possibly is the most accurate description of my current lifestyle. Wake up at 11 am, sleep at 12am. Just don't ask me what I do in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My drat plan. Dad was ready to buy me the dream gadget of the decade but this drat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Singtel&lt;/span&gt; plan states " an early termination fee of $400 before thirteen March two thousand and ten". But I'd rather wait (resentfully, with my bragging rights on hold...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Did 108 rounds at temple, saw uncle and family friend. The Chinatown &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vinayagar&lt;/span&gt; Temple is undoubtedly very powerful. On results day I thought I saw this person there. Later on the Tamil news, that person scored 9 A1s... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lit or Geog? Almost everyone says Lit but I want Geog for H1. How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, that's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SCRAB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-4103992763135930757?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4103992763135930757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4103992763135930757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/rotting.html' title='Rotting...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7457499124627055985</id><published>2010-01-11T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:00:52.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 GCE 'O' Level Results</title><content type='html'>Well, the results are in. By a mere point, I fared worse for the O Levels than prelims. I got an A1 for English, and Mr Ee made us stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the diasppointment in her face and in his voice. My assurances to them counted to nothing. Nothing but Bs. Add a 1 to my prefered score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good - bye Temasek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7457499124627055985?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7457499124627055985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7457499124627055985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-gce-o-level-results.html' title='2009 GCE &apos;O&apos; Level Results'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-555170862426807448</id><published>2010-01-10T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:55:34.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O lvl</title><content type='html'>In a matter of 26hrs 5min...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-555170862426807448?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/555170862426807448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/555170862426807448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-lvl.html' title='O lvl'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-8292487204165666496</id><published>2010-01-01T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:30:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year 2010!</title><content type='html'>Well time files. And I'm late to say this but Happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Of the year's many happenigs&lt;br /&gt;Bring us near saddening memories&lt;br /&gt;Never do&lt;br /&gt;fear, friend heartily&lt;br /&gt;think clear happy endings&lt;br /&gt;-Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family wanted to spend time yesterday so we watched Vettaikaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Alvin, his sis and I went to watch the fireworks. Sis left us and went to find her friends. Waited, waited, talked, talked. My watch was slow by 30 seconds then -----------*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit this year's fireworks at Marina Bay were better than anything I veseen in a long while. I liked three aspects. One were the pink fireworks. I've never seen those. Another was the golden raindrops or whatever its name. The third was this golden ones that were so bright and loud that it looked like day! Superb, Fireworks team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never stayed out this late before, ever. The crowd ensured that I got home at only 1.45am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-8292487204165666496?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8292487204165666496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8292487204165666496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-2010.html' title='New year 2010!'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4440690634714143037</id><published>2009-12-31T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:06:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Batam Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hi everyone. I left for Batam exactly a week ago, on thursday. Ferry trip was fine a bit of choppy waters on Singapore side. We alighted at Sekupang terminal and we took a tour of the island. First stop was this giant Buddha statue that was moved from the city centre to a resort managed by a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyiBuuwmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dZt6p0eVk0k/s1600-h/100_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421263611608613474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyiBuuwmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dZt6p0eVk0k/s320/100_3063.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The steep walk up. The green shirt was Pina, out tour guide .I called her Pinatta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyhiiZAPI/AAAAAAAAAME/lPx-2VnkRl8/s1600-h/100_3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421263603235356914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyhiiZAPI/AAAAAAAAAME/lPx-2VnkRl8/s320/100_3065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mummy and mummy's mummy posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyhVtUo6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/mGKsp_tLjqk/s1600-h/100_3069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421263599791547298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyhVtUo6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/mGKsp_tLjqk/s320/100_3069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These ladies had some attraction to the lotuses growing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyKJcW6KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_zB_8P-CuEQ/s1600-h/100_3071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421263201362176162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyKJcW6KI/AAAAAAAAAL0/_zB_8P-CuEQ/s320/100_3071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mum and dad. The buddha seems to have grown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyJ0TCWJI/AAAAAAAAALs/XhYIsSA1ySI/s1600-h/100_3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421263195685935250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyJ0TCWJI/AAAAAAAAALs/XhYIsSA1ySI/s320/100_3073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats me, walking lazily down the hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went go-karting next. It was quite rural, the track. But still, having not ridden in one before I found it a fun experience. Dad rode too. But I shall reserve the photos for my expressions were rather embarassing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Outside we found a busker and his pet monkey. First I thought it was a brownie or a little man! Did all sorts of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyJacRqLI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZHmh4LOn6oU/s1600-h/100_3078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421263188745365682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyJacRqLI/AAAAAAAAALk/ZHmh4LOn6oU/s320/100_3078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pity the monkey was chained up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went for a seafood lunch next. I tell you you'll never find seafood of that quality in singapore. So scruptious! Crab, sweet sour garopa, prawn, froed sotong to name some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxujyKsCI/AAAAAAAAALc/z0uySdpbuI8/s1600-h/100_3085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421262727396634658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxujyKsCI/AAAAAAAAALc/z0uySdpbuI8/s320/100_3085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we were leaving we saw the place where the restaurant farmed their food. And I saw the cutest prawns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxuHocGKI/AAAAAAAAALU/UUcBeWp3914/s1600-h/100_3086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421262719839639714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxuHocGKI/AAAAAAAAALU/UUcBeWp3914/s320/100_3086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next we were treated to a cultural performance. Incidentely my grandparents came to the same one a few years ago. There was a man de husking a coconut with his bare teeth, people eating glass, fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szwxt-PyNBI/AAAAAAAAALM/HeT0Jfkz4xk/s1600-h/100_3092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421262717320311826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szwxt-PyNBI/AAAAAAAAALM/HeT0Jfkz4xk/s320/100_3092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But of is this shot which I am very proud of! I pulled it off first try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next we were brought to a Tua Pek Kong temple. The one that moved from Singapore in 1997, cementing Batam as a tourist destination. We did not go in but spent time in the nearby garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxtV7i4tI/AAAAAAAAALE/LbcxRR0Thlk/s1600-h/100_3103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421262706498003666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxtV7i4tI/AAAAAAAAALE/LbcxRR0Thlk/s320/100_3103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I first saw the tortises, I thought they were statues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to a few shops like The Polo Shop, and ordinary Batamese shops. Evidently Pina was getting a cut from bringing us there. Finally after all that sightseeing, we landed at our hotel, Planet Holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The first thing I saw there, I was mesmerised. A golden chandelier. It looked like molten gold exploding out like snakes. Beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxsyygaRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fbpbqEOkOto/s1600-h/100_3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421262697064851730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwxsyygaRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/fbpbqEOkOto/s320/100_3112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The reminded me of some sultan's throne room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww-Sev6eI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HM973yItdcA/s1600-h/100_3118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421261898118064610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww-Sev6eI/AAAAAAAAAK0/HM973yItdcA/s320/100_3118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random Photo. The view was not much, only houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww9tHRRvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-YssBjq1Et4/s1600-h/100_3125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421261888087475954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww9tHRRvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/-YssBjq1Et4/s320/100_3125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and me at the hotel restaurant, Café De Venus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day we went to only two places. A temple and Nagoya Hill shopping mall, the largest mall in Batam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There were two parts to the temple. It was an ancient complex, built by some long dead Hindu king. We saw what I think was his tomb. And a huge gopuram(or pagoda). The second part was a modern, fully functioning Hindu temple. We went in and during the ceremony Roslina smsed me! The ringtone was loud and I got a earful after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww9S6_myI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QXHvfgDO_mk/s1600-h/100_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421261881056664354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww9S6_myI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QXHvfgDO_mk/s320/100_3136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The walk up to the temple complex. Full of some irritating fleas to which we had seconds warning to avoid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww82d8QgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CDMN8Ei6VHo/s1600-h/100_3141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421261873418617346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww82d8QgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CDMN8Ei6VHo/s320/100_3141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entrance to the modern addition. I heard that business is brisk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww8WZwWQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wt4-oCidMmg/s1600-h/100_3144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421261864811124994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Szww8WZwWQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/wt4-oCidMmg/s320/100_3144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the ancient Gopuram but it looks new to me. The figure in the centre (Garudan) looked scary! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwwI-QhVWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EsbK_THSEng/s1600-h/100_3149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421260982156612962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwwI-QhVWI/AAAAAAAAAKM/EsbK_THSEng/s320/100_3149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this was the last picture I took on Batam before our departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now as I said, there was a little incident at the Singapore customs. My family was ahead. The police pulled me up for a random check. I have no idea why in the world they would suspect me. Had my dad not reappeared on my side, it would have been very embarassing. Not that I was hiding any contraband...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be going to watch the fireworks tonight. Lets all usher in the new year! Bye bye 2009 and O levels. Hello 2010 and O Level Results!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&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/20185771-4440690634714143037?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4440690634714143037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4440690634714143037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-everyone.html' title='My Batam Trip'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SzwyiBuuwmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dZt6p0eVk0k/s72-c/100_3063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1296430336184528223</id><published>2009-12-28T22:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:46:16.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just let me rage</title><content type='html'>I'll put the Batam experience aside first. What I feel now, I express in these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To see red over a taunt&lt;br /&gt;will ensure a lesson taught.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind the eyebrows raised&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To see red over disbelief&lt;br /&gt;makes one's mind disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;Add fuel to the soul perturbed&lt;br /&gt;Just let me rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To see red over a cousin&lt;br /&gt;hurt her feelings I musn't.&lt;br /&gt;But he's no different, she uttereed&lt;br /&gt;Just let me slaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To throw away love&lt;br /&gt;to throw away affection&lt;br /&gt;to throw away anything that gets her attention.&lt;br /&gt;She says lets be friends.&lt;br /&gt;And let the day end.&lt;br /&gt;Alas, she hears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my sinister laughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dedicated to Alamelu Priya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1296430336184528223?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1296430336184528223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1296430336184528223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-let-me-rage.html' title='Just let me rage'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-798353101755151825</id><published>2009-12-28T09:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T09:54:21.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blog from CGH. I brought my grandma for her bi-annual checkup. The blood test takes time you see, so I just want to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The me-cousin relationship is now at an all time low. She visited my grandma yesterday and we spoke zero words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overdue to update about my recent Batam trip. Dad surprised us! And you know what? The singapore customs tried to book me twice! Want to know why? Tune in to my next post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;The SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-798353101755151825?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/798353101755151825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/798353101755151825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-im-back-i-blog-from-cgh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4910285245942753386</id><published>2009-12-27T12:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:55:04.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;... Knock me out cold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-4910285245942753386?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4910285245942753386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4910285245942753386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-words.html' title='Four words...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2726551388118365735</id><published>2009-12-20T23:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:58:36.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time</title><content type='html'>(I've censored this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2726551388118365735?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2726551388118365735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2726551388118365735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s time'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2115107049919948055</id><published>2009-12-15T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:05:31.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It has been sometime since I updated. Actually I was surprised that someone even noticed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Deep Breath.) It has been a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tormentuous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; these past few days. Little to think or do. Though I am not exactly rotting away at home. My cousins have come to stay for a week as their parents have gone to India. I have company, but no satisfaction. Rather, sombreness looms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Events, lets see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Yesterday I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Malam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which was set up here. Went around, ate like a pig, saw what I see at every Bazaar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sunday I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kallang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Leisure World. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Vallii's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend's Birthday party was held at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ice World&lt;/span&gt; there. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Alamu&lt;/span&gt; and I&lt;/span&gt; went Bowling instead (89/300)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saturday I watched HP 6 (lazy to type out full). I had already watched it, so the thrill was not there. But me cousins loved it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Friday I went cycling with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Alamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She literally dragged me out of my couch for it. But there's nothing like fresh air though .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pity I have no photos at hand. A rather glaring irony, this fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SCRAB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2115107049919948055?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2115107049919948055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2115107049919948055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6546396388668535853</id><published>2009-12-09T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:31:27.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hais&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Me. And my blog. It is simple, and I want to change the skin, but I like it as it is. I will find some time one day to do it. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tchah&lt;/span&gt;! I say that even during the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is special. I tell it something, and it gives me back advice. So technically I can tell it anything and everything right? WRONG! For you see, whatever I tell it, it will show on the world wide web. People comment on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chatbox&lt;/span&gt;, and the "reply" comes to me. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wonderous&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently going through horrible turmoil inside me. It is emotional torture. I just want to be alone and sort it but... My spiritual(religious) and social being is less than 20% now. My physical needs are answered to but it has no use without the former.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6546396388668535853?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6546396388668535853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6546396388668535853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/12/hais.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1983751098290475753</id><published>2009-11-30T20:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:17:13.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that floated by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Been keeping myself busy. First, grandma and I stayed over at cousin's house. HAd one hell of a time, pity Alamu the elder was not at home. On the contrary, Vallii the younger did not let me out of her sight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then, friday there was ST temple kumbaabishegam. It was soo crowded, cld not enter but at least I saw the thing. Came home, rested, then was dragged back in the evening. It was nice, they just painted over, though I preferred the previous flooring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then saturday MY cousins came over to stay. We went to ECP but we got drenched from head to toe. 2 of my cousins phone gave them trouble due to the water but mine escaped! We then watched 2012 (again for me). Next day we went to the arcade. My cousins enjoyed themselves thoroughly but I did not touch a single game (I hate arcades...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;As my father was sending my cousins home, he dropped me off at the SITEX IT fair at the Expo. I tell you, the crowd was unbelieveabe! there were people in all directions! I just went there to see the digital photoframes but ended up buying a 8GB thumbdrive... And the freebies... I got a computer skin, free ext hard disk cover, lanyard for thumbdrive, something to prevent laptops overheating and lots of flyers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos... We all love (or hate) them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409881052136134738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SxPCJ3Ww2FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EWcOGi0vSmQ/s320/Picture2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409881595316840850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SxPCpe3IqZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/r3IctGLIsJQ/s320/100_3060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409882192408122706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SxPDMPMylVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oqLWj9SIKqA/s320/100_3061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(That's the thumbdrive...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And so ends my post for today. These are the events that happened to me in the week that floated by. Hope everything is well for all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1983751098290475753?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1983751098290475753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1983751098290475753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back-been-keeping-myself-busy.html' title='The week that floated by...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SxPCJ3Ww2FI/AAAAAAAAAJs/EWcOGi0vSmQ/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-350647073316183749</id><published>2009-11-24T12:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:12:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeeverrr Frrreee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My day yesterday seemed ordinary enough. I went to CGH in the morning. Nope, I was not ill. I went to collect medicines for my grandma. I was as &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; as one of the tablets by the time I had refilled her pills box. But do you know why I was not ill? Because they gave me a sticker saying "Feeeverrr Frrreee"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Swtgbqv5WTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EfjMGTYtk6w/s1600/Image(152).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407521806036326706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Swtgbqv5WTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EfjMGTYtk6w/s320/Image(152).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Anyone fancy a queue number?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;After a rushed lunch I went for yet another Sinda meeting. Due to last minute changes, we were shuttled to Sinda HQ instead. There we met this nice lady, Ms Vicknesh(wary). She brought along her little son, Ari, who kept butting in to showcase his cute drawings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwtgP2zl4RI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4QSBLdxacD0/s1600/Image(153).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407521603114623250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwtgP2zl4RI/AAAAAAAAAJc/4QSBLdxacD0/s320/Image(153).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (View of Ms Lolita's car as from the taxi I was in. Roslina was like "(translated) why you taking picture of all this!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On the other, more serious side of the meeting, the plans for the events have been finalised. We are looking for a few more sponsors for the few items and that would more or less settle it. After the meeting there was yet another bonding session. We were asked to write what we really wanted to achieve in life. Like other people I wrote something boring. And all of us got scolded for that! Ms Lolita expected something out of the box, and only one person got close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of course, I wish to scale Mount Everest, fly from the north pole to the south pole and back in one day, but these are things that one cannot reveal on the spur of the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can you believe that I fell on the steps to my house! First time since primary school... Very embarassing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;While I nurse my toe to wellness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-350647073316183749?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/350647073316183749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/350647073316183749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Feeeverrr Frrreee'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Swtgbqv5WTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EfjMGTYtk6w/s72-c/Image(152).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2212723060441556335</id><published>2009-11-22T13:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:39:11.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Provocative..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday night I watched this film and it left me speechless. (Partly because it was clost to midnight!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406788843446013250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwjFzoUlDUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TopfNSGHR20/s320/2012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Sony Pictures hold the copyrights to the above image)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I think that the ideas portrayed in this film reflect what many around the world, across the centuries fanthomed. I am not a believer of the concept, yet I found the film amusing. Plate techtonics, crust instability, coupled with a few known current 'waiting to happen' disasters mentioned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My tip for those who have not watched the film and want to enjoy it first time round, research about neutrinos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hmm 2012... Lets see... Ah! I will be serving NS. I would be far from my family in that year, on the weekdays that is. Dec 21st is a friday, so if this catasterous disastrophe happens, I would be on my way home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Crazy insight of mine. Well, back to my dull life after the O levels. Why would it be dull? I am not allowed to work by order of family. I am allowed to ஊர் சுத்துறான் (go wherever, whenever) , but I have nowhere to go to. There is not much to do at home, unless you like cooking and cleaning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2212723060441556335?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2212723060441556335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2212723060441556335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/11/yesterday-night-i-watched-this-film-and.html' title='Thought Provocative..'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwjFzoUlDUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/TopfNSGHR20/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4633933380464011116</id><published>2009-11-21T14:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T14:56:37.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting, waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;waiting for my lunch, to be precise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yesterday I took the horrible 45 min trip to downtown chinatown. You see, I had abruptly stoppered my flute classes in February in the name of 'O' Levels. Even if I am Lé Vel, they have passed. So I picked up my flute to fight the boredom that is engulfing me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406444022713672034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SweMMa_h4WI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TrNwjmKO0Yo/s320/Image(151).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(That's the famous flute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, flute lesson. Even I was surprised at how much I could remember after 9 months. The last time I touched it was end Sept, my last performance for my granddad incidentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I hear my grandma calling me for lunch. As I watch the skies turn grey and hear the black crow crowing, reclining on my darkish sofa in the hall, I wonder. Lightning is always white. Has there ever been black lightning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;With that thought, I leave you to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-4633933380464011116?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4633933380464011116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4633933380464011116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/11/waiting-waiting.html' title='Waiting, waiting...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SweMMa_h4WI/AAAAAAAAAJM/TrNwjmKO0Yo/s72-c/Image(151).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-3313272124089590819</id><published>2009-11-17T21:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:30:42.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day that slipped by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I did quite little today, as usual but I had a mini schedule today. Went marketing in the morning, Sinda in the afternoon, Aunt's house in the late afternoon, Grandma's house to take her medicines in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sinda meeting today. To start off, people coming in their home clothes were denied entry into the school. I can't fully blame them, we all have graduated. Meeting started 40 minutes later. There was much more work done this time round, which is good. And Ms Lolita, our Sinda facilitator, treated us to Canadian Pizza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKtLVG6hEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EIhv_jNIxBU/s1600/Image(146).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072912954328130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKtLVG6hEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EIhv_jNIxBU/s320/Image(146).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took the above photo at my aunt's house today. Thought it was amusing that the sky was 'split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKtECTqlWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fnhyr5JnDXE/s1600/Image(149).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072787648451938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKtECTqlWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fnhyr5JnDXE/s320/Image(149).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad bought for me this petite helicopter over the weekend. Have been toying around with it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more random pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKs7A4BfLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_VltCEs5bOE/s1600/Image(067).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072632645254322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKs7A4BfLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/_VltCEs5bOE/s320/Image(067).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found this interesting photo. I like to add lime to my noodles, but not limelight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKsxiF30VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cmc6BaIvOKg/s1600/Image(095).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072469763019090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKsxiF30VI/AAAAAAAAAIs/cmc6BaIvOKg/s320/Image(095).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found this random photo of my cousin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKsmYr-pBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_rf4wkhg0oc/s1600/Image(129).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072278259934226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKsmYr-pBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_rf4wkhg0oc/s320/Image(129).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was studying at my grandma's house when I heard mewing. Saw this cat piteously stranded on this tree. It must have seen a delicious mynah bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKsbWMUvyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QT-E0soGMTI/s1600/Image(049).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405072088611733282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKsbWMUvyI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QT-E0soGMTI/s320/Image(049).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, a boring photo of me, with a hairstyle and glasses positioned by my zippy cousin sisters. At least this was better than the time they forced a hairband and a girl's school tie on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-3313272124089590819?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3313272124089590819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3313272124089590819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-that-slipped-by.html' title='A day that slipped by'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SwKtLVG6hEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EIhv_jNIxBU/s72-c/Image(146).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-3902237753050412805</id><published>2009-11-16T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T22:06:19.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viewpoint</title><content type='html'>Well, today was a lazy day. Woke up late, spent the day snoozeling around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;I was looking through my diary, reading all the events in the past year. Of course, diaries hold feelings too. I was pretty amazed at some of them, such as my frustration over my colours award issue, friendship tussles, blind infatuations etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Of course most of them have not come out fully. Which is a problem. For me that is. But I marvel at how many of my wants just fly past. I mean at that time they were really strong but now they mean nothing to me. Like a burnt out match being reduced to dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Even more interesting were my friends feelings. Seeing snippets of them, through casual conversation, blogs over the past year especially. A few complained about their girl/boyfriends, their siblings and their "lousy marks" etc. Interestingly I don't have most of these. Seeing these, I have the feeling that there is something missing in my life. Sibling rivalry? Hardships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;On a more interesting note, Aisha invited me over for her birthday celebration. It was quite an experience meeting her family, taking in the atmosphere. I liked her father the most, he was ever so cheerful. Not to mention the food. Home cooked! I really enjoyed my time there. I never knew Hussain was so helpful. Just that I have no photos. Thanks Aisha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I do not bury myself in books,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-3902237753050412805?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3902237753050412805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3902237753050412805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/11/viewpoint.html' title='Viewpoint'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-5580380811498186853</id><published>2009-11-14T19:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:15:04.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS OVER!!!!!!!!!! YAY!</title><content type='html'>The title was by my cousin staying over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the mighty Os are finally over! I am keeping my fingers crossed over the results in 61 days, but I'll do well! I'm back, as promised in my previous post, with lots to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I spent a huge part of my June holidays doing some real studying. My aunt drew up a timetable for me and I spent my mornings and afternoons at the reading room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;July was a busy month. Michael Jackson died and I found the time to watch the memorials. Also was my grandma's birthday. A significant one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Tamil O levels went badly but there is much more hope this time, I believe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then of course my cousin's 21st Birthday. And my Physics and Chem SPA skill 3. The latter was nerve-wracking!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to mention that I got the tickets for this year's NDP show. But I could not go because my grandfather passed away on August 9th. Close to 1000 people came for his funeral. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a result, Grandma is now staying in my house and I have a new domestic helper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did manage a few marks here and there for prelims, with my first F9 just a month before my O levels! But I tried my best for my O levels though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people were wondering why I was not checking e-mail, MSNing, facebooking, blogging. The truth was that I was so angry with my Amaths test result that I made the resolution not to do the above until the exams ended.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am just ranting on and on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until next week,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The SCRAB eNVy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-5580380811498186853?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5580380811498186853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5580380811498186853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-over-yay.html' title='ITS OVER!!!!!!!!!! YAY!'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-763389637061122820</id><published>2009-06-12T17:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:44:15.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn off (the radio)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is my greatest wish to broadcast myself to my communtiy, and the world. But circumstances will soon deem it impossible. So I announce that, until after November 14, I will remain offline. I won't be facebooking, friendstering or twittering for the next 130+ days. The last thing for me is to upload the charlie blog pictures, which I will do very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you see any post after this one, or modifications to the previous posts, you can call me undisciplined. For that's what I am aiming to achieve. You can also say my blog is about to go into a coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I shall re quote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"The virtue lies in the struggle, not the prize - Richard Milnes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I also agree with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Forgive others often, yourself never - Syrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 3 difficulties to authorship (and blogging): to write anything worth publishing; to finding honest men to publish it; and to get sensible(people) to read it - Charles Colton"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;-the &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SCRA&lt;/span&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; e&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;athish &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-763389637061122820?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/763389637061122820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/763389637061122820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/06/turn-off-radio.html' title='Turn off (the radio)'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4393738633484213497</id><published>2009-06-09T23:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:25:51.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Third day of coaching; third day since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;"A person who can't command his life cannot command others - Anon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This quote was said by my tuition teacher after he found that I could not integrate (Amaths). Today I met him for the first time since the Exams dealt a reality check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I guess the quote is meaningful to me because, after all, I am a SJAB SSG hopeful. But more importantly he also said that one needs to condition himself to be more goal oriented blah blah. The key point is 'condition', which I lack in great quantity. I guess I'm like Susan Boyle, 'Boyling over' after tasting my sweet successes of last year. Yet I'm unable to condition myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today, for my unprecedented 3 1/2 hr break I went home and was doing my things. And I was branded anti-social for that. Yes, I heard that very clearly. At least that is way better than leaving the classroom key unattended. 10 bags, 2 class leaders, 1 key. I've nothing else to add.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my blog has lost some of its original lustre. Before it went public, it was less personal, now there are three attacks listed here. I reiterate, any problem, tell me face to face. No use blaming me where I cannot hear it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-4393738633484213497?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4393738633484213497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4393738633484213497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/06/yet-another.html' title='Yet another...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1999589094774948430</id><published>2009-06-06T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:34:04.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SipSTFdGrII/AAAAAAAAAHk/wRGVNHVBt8E/s1600-h/Picture0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344174395663756418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SipSTFdGrII/AAAAAAAAAHk/wRGVNHVBt8E/s320/Picture0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see me sitting, smiling like a doofus. This is because I am waiting for my parents to get ready, about to go for a wedding. I diden't even know this branch of my family had people of marriable age! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1999589094774948430?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1999589094774948430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1999589094774948430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SipSTFdGrII/AAAAAAAAAHk/wRGVNHVBt8E/s72-c/Picture0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-5056848232095291296</id><published>2009-06-04T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:39:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Expected...</title><content type='html'>...and unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, English oral today was a breeze, I'll probably get my dream marks, if not more. My new PACE (aka Physics, A.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;, Chemistry, E.Maths) tuition teacher was, shall we say, experienced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As unexpected, my relations with everyone around me is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deteriorating&lt;/span&gt; to a very low level. Even my parents snap at me everytime they see me. The look on some of my friends today was enough to suggest that I had upset them in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Examinations are formidable even to the best prepared, for the greatest fool may ask more than the wisest man can answer" - Charles Caleb Colton&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As unexpected, my timetable shows that I have 24 days to cover 100 topics across all subjects to ensure I pass 'O' Level. If I need to burn the midnight oil to finish them, I will do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-5056848232095291296?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5056848232095291296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5056848232095291296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/06/expected.html' title='The Expected...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6884048645988559246</id><published>2009-06-02T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:28:48.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is over</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to say. I did not even give my paper to mum, just told her verbally what came out.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: What is this son? How can you write such?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I thought it seemed ok)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: This has come out in _____.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I am hoping the marker did not see it)&lt;br /&gt;Mum: So how do you expect to do now? I think your letter is also not good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (She's right.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short excerpt shows that my feelings about 'O' level tamil are really in contrast to the previous post. So Dr Venga, you can expect to see me next term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6884048645988559246?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6884048645988559246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6884048645988559246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-is-over.html' title='It is over'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-574430725048707786</id><published>2009-06-01T22:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:55:03.477+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tamil O Level'/><title type='text'>Chapter Review...</title><content type='html'>I feel like strangling myself... The following post carries sensitive info, so bewarned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"தமிழியன் இல்லாத நாடில்லை, தமிழனுக்கென்று நாடில்லை" - பெரியோரின் கூற்று &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There is no country without tamilians, but there is no country just for tamils). This quote pretty much sums up the influence of sort my Mother Tongue inflicts. And speaking of O Level Mid-year, it pretty much seemed easy, not counting the fact that I might have screwed up my letter writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Life without hope is like a toilet without soap" - Pradana Vizha Prize recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chap who said this on live TV set off laughs but he went on dragging. But his underlying message is.... Hope is very important. You can never get a clean, smooth finish without it. I guess that I somehow have to summon all the hope I have to get my AX for Tamil. Quite a few were close to tears after the paper but I know I studied, I sld be able to ace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I was getting a earful for not listening to what was being said. I was reflecting about my marks at that point. What I am about to mention is something (you) never want to hear. Directly or indirectly, all this paparazzi, and this people, have influenced my mind that falling in love is an ordinary affair. Sure, one has had 25+ GFs. Another makes his GF cry everyday. A third is pretending he has a GF and even has went out with her but when was the last time he saw her? Yet another openly dates his GF, which has even been quoted by the teacher. I knew of one girl who made full use of her BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One blogged about her BF very frequently. In fact it is this person who is the cause for my bad marks last year. Yes it is you, dispute it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who is unhappy should see me face to face to clarify doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I am also human. I have feelings of my own. I feel very different about being an only child, having everything I could possibly want. But it puts an undue pressure on me because I cannot leave when there is no one else to take after me. I feel like I am living for another, not myself. I NEVER want to see a day when my father has to do the last ----- for me. That is the reason I am alive. It is not everyday I put the blame on others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-574430725048707786?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/574430725048707786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/574430725048707786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-like-strangling-myself.html' title='Chapter Review...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2064349446674350064</id><published>2009-05-29T23:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:00:38.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veto Post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey I'm for a while to update on three things of significance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First, I've officially passed out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SJAB&lt;/span&gt;. I am out and it should be a happy moment, reckon my peers, but I guess there were things that happened that changed my life. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;JuNCO&lt;/span&gt; camp really changed my perception of life and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;instructorship&lt;/span&gt;, while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SeNCO&lt;/span&gt; let me mingle with people from elitist schools like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dunman&lt;/span&gt; High, and notorious ones like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;greenview&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341269007476427138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Sh__3PBviYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RoHh4HlN8RU/s320/100_2986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Us with our Officer In Charge, Sir Alvin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Of course, not forgetting my platoon's P.O.P. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the last photo we all took together in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SJAB&lt;/span&gt; room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341270595413344610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SiABTqjaAWI/AAAAAAAAAHU/7HbjJTHN0AE/s320/100_2987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much charlie '06, all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;officers&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TICs&lt;/span&gt;, especially and most crucially, Sir Alvin. I enjoyed all the good times (and bad ones).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Secondly I am getting promoted! To the whopping rank of staff- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sergea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SiADjZTk9NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Zcg3cxWW2VM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341273064684713170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SiADjZTk9NI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Zcg3cxWW2VM/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt;! I thought it was never possible this year, so great my joy when I found out that my classmates thought I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;zonkers&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you once again Sir Alvin and Teachers -In -Charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thirdly, my results are in. And the verdict? Study harder. I've nothing else to elaborate, except that I am aiming for the incumbent miracle that will prove to be my Tamil 'O' Level results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That's all, and I will post soon after my paper on Monday (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sinda&lt;/span&gt; camp is postponed yet again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SCRAB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2064349446674350064?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2064349446674350064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2064349446674350064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/05/veto-post.html' title='Veto Post....'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Sh__3PBviYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RoHh4HlN8RU/s72-c/100_2986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-9125624060935721135</id><published>2009-05-20T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:34:15.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The prize of it all</title><content type='html'>Good news first, and it is the only good news. Among all my subjects, I got my highest marks for Tamil, a first. The rest of the results are a disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed 3 subjects. Comb Hums I got reasonable marks but the remaining subject I almost failed again so nothing fantastic lah. I haven't got my English marks. I don't want to see them either cos my morale will be completely shattered if I see the marks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to those who scored well this exam, keep it up. As for me, I just have stricter controls on my phone = almost confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be posting until after Camp Victory so this space will be blank until June 10±. Yet another of my undertakings which does not benefit me in any way but I am doing it bcause there are kids there who look forward to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour" - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my thoughts, I do not mean remorse.&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-9125624060935721135?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/9125624060935721135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/9125624060935721135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/05/prize-of-it-all.html' title='The prize of it all'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-9043703964170392928</id><published>2009-05-15T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:03:06.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Days Later...</title><content type='html'>Hais... Like a river flowing its course. I am at the middle course now, the upper course being the exam proper and the lower course is getting the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dear readers( ;) ), it is the time of the year where I wait for the SA results. The long day's journey into night. But this SA is not as simple as it looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time I sat for the exams in EVSS. English Paper 1. Now that seems looks a far off dream as I finshed off my last Mid-year Assessment in EVSS. True, I botched it yet again but once I get my atrocious results, the nostalgia will wear off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I think I will get my first E8 or F9, for the most advanced subject. No need for elaborations....( I can hear my dad rattling off). But I lived on the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will pass".&lt;br /&gt;-Malaysian Health Minister's Rep on 15th Dec 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He meant that any unnecessary wants disappear ovet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing on my agenda- prep for Tamil 'O' Le vel. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-9043703964170392928?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/9043703964170392928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/9043703964170392928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/05/15-days-later.html' title='15 Days Later...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-8524679099262501352</id><published>2009-05-01T20:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T20:21:20.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day</title><content type='html'>I am back. Today has been so sucky. Could not go out, no mood to study, very worried about the exams- in less than 6 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more worried about this swine (mexican)flu. For someone suspected having it in sKorea, the alert level is orange here. and they say the first wave is the mild one. There are many more waves to come, and the 1st wave is dying down already. I was lucky last time. But i really do not want to lose ANY of my family or friends to it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the mighty 'O's. Frankly I think it is ok to just breeze through it. But will i look back and regret, that i could be studying now and not chase after my material wants and infatuations. Seriously I feel like ruunning away, but the thought of my mother and father manifest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dear friends and cousin, I have this to say. Never, ever give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''the virtue lies in the struggle, not the prize''-Richard Milnes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-8524679099262501352?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8524679099262501352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8524679099262501352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/05/day.html' title='The day'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-629655023017700775</id><published>2009-05-01T13:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:32:34.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The class was playing Captain's ball for PE yesterday. And for the first time in 6 years, I scored a goal! Even I was shocked at myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have asked myself this question many, many times this year. Of all people, why me. And of all the times, why now? I mean, come on la, I've also got feelings. It is easy to say, easy to expect, but it is a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;difficult&lt;/span&gt; process to actually DO what is expected?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have decided to wait for a more suitable time (after O levels to be precise) to confess to a host of things, ranging from feelings to die hard habits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;எனக்கோ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ஒரு வாழ்க்கை இருக்குன்னு நினைச்சு பாருங்க. I don't expect to to read or do anything about this but எனக்கோ சில ஆசை இருக்கு. Stress is good but நா ஒரு முட்டாள் சிறுவன். எதையும் செய்ய முடியாது. இல்லதின ஏன் எனக்கு (colours) பரிசு கிடைகல? ஆசிரியர்களுக்கே அது திரிந்த விஷயம். No point trying to make me achieve by stressing me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have enjoyed the sensation of being the "smartest student" as what they all branded me. But I tell you, that till this day, I never thought of myself that way. You may not think it, but I see that there are really high expectations of me. Only heir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway, this swine flu outbreak might buy me some time in my preparations for 'O' levels. In less than 5 days, from green to yellow to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I've seen many of my friends talking about what they hate or are not happy about. Is this the effect of stress on us now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-629655023017700775?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/629655023017700775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/629655023017700775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/05/class-was-playing-captains-ball-for-pe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6151392794869457056</id><published>2009-04-17T22:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:25:04.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Speech Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SJAB'/><title type='text'>Speech Day (A Long Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;First, congrats to my fellow peers for getting their various awards and recognition. (No photos unfortunately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Never never NEVER, never, give up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Past is history, the future, a mystery. Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"You can never expect to be a overnight success"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Courage and gratitude are one of the things in the world that are very rare"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"5% intelligence, 95% hard work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the quotes I picked up tonight. Ms Teo's speech was unmoving to some, but I came close to tears at the end of it. I guess that if people can achieve things, but that depends on their actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I admit i felt a stab of fury at myself for letting slip this year, my family was visibly upset when I told them I won,t be getting anything. But I also see it this way. If I did get something, I would have sat there jubilantly and stuff. But I would have become very complacent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS, I am not upset anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you are reading this, thank you Mrs Cho, Mr Yeong, Mdm Rozianna, and Ms Teo, for all the chances you have given me for the past 4 years. And thank you, all friends and seniors for all the times, advice and appreciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On another note, I step down from SJAB today. I will only wear my prestigious uniform for just 2 more occasions this year. After that my identity as a brigadier will disperse..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I will miss you charlie platoon. I have had at least 1 personal experience with each of you. I will miss the pumpings, AGI, the yearly AFAs, the St John room,and yes, the cadets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;B. Nathish Vel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6151392794869457056?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6151392794869457056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6151392794869457056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/04/speech-day-long-post.html' title='Speech Day (A Long Post)'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-8719660229913090418</id><published>2009-04-11T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:13:04.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday Hols</title><content type='html'>My holiday so far has been uneventful as compared to what happened on thursday. The usual 2.4 km run for NAPFA, and silliness dictated that I sprint at the start. I really should have smacked myself for that! I did not run fast throughout and I came in at a mere 16m30s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not help that my diet was vegetarian, due to Panguni Uthiram (a hindu festival). It sapped me of my energy.  I could not even walk to my class on the 1st floor! Somehow my english teacher fould me and she and my SJAB cadet escorted me to the sick bay! Kudos to Ms Lee and Carissa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to collect my Biometric passport. The queue was so outrageous! 341 people! I should have gone on a weekday, had to waste 2 1/2 hrs of my life! But I was listening to all the old folks stories in English and Tamil so that was my entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, never underestimate the intellect.&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I guess that I sld guide my SJAB cadets and fellow councillors, instead of wallowing in self-pity ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-8719660229913090418?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8719660229913090418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8719660229913090418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-hols.html' title='Good Friday Hols'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2653545430413127079</id><published>2009-04-08T16:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:08:06.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colours</title><content type='html'>This will be a bit long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SdxiZaW4YvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oTwwlg-PsOo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322237048356627186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SdxiZaW4YvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oTwwlg-PsOo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There is is a question that has bugged  my mind for 3 years. It was if I will ever qualify fot the Colours award. It is a school award to recognise the contributions of one to his/her CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That question got answered today. A big, flat NO! The best part? NONE of the people in SJAB are getting the award! The explanation? "You all(5 charlieans) did not give any outstanding contributions to the CCA". The best part is we are told of this AFTER the freaking selection process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very disappointed. Seriously. I don't care much about what other people say about me and my CCA. It is what I think I deserve. Only I know what I've done. None of the 4 TICs saw what the 5  of us went through. The superficial treatment EVERYONE gave us is enough to demoralise us. They just have to point and say it is our fault. And yet when we want to help our juniors, they tell "do not spoon-feed them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true the other 4 do not want the award, but remember, there are people who deserve it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CPL Aloysius&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for his guidance to the platoon and his devotion to his competition team (they came in 2nd).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CPL Parames&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for her time chasing after all the work to be done. A secretary's job is not easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SGT DeeDee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for her wits for organising and conducting the Public Duties with limited guidance. She was a competitor herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CPL Jessen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for his determination in his quarter-keeping duties. He has represented the corps at the international level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nathish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2653545430413127079?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2653545430413127079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2653545430413127079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/04/co.html' title='Colours'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SdxiZaW4YvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oTwwlg-PsOo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-5879599322187563856</id><published>2009-04-02T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:03:56.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EZ Beacon'/><title type='text'>An Interesting Update</title><content type='html'>If you can remember faithful readers, I had posed for a photo for a magazine? Here it is:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320078629676674690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SdS3U6MGboI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PVqlatB0uTI/s320/Image(022).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Basically I am pointing at a bubble, trying to burst it.&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-5879599322187563856?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5879599322187563856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5879599322187563856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-update.html' title='An Interesting Update'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SdS3U6MGboI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PVqlatB0uTI/s72-c/Image(022).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7941459389009949070</id><published>2009-04-02T17:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:05:05.875+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stunent Council Investiture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior Victory'/><title type='text'>The success, the saddness</title><content type='html'>Well, this week is much better than last. I still haven &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;served&lt;/span&gt; my detention so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I stepped down as the Head of Operations for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;EVSS's&lt;/span&gt; Student Council. It was a bittersweet moment as I knew that my council work was now in the hands of my successors, Jun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt; and Shirley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To others, it may be &lt;em&gt;just a badge&lt;/em&gt; but only the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;EXCO&lt;/span&gt; and the councillors know what it truly means to wear the badge with pride and honour. I have full trust that the new President (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sharjun&lt;/span&gt;) and his team will do a wonderful job of polishing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SC's&lt;/span&gt; image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320022712135196466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SdSEeFHUHzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Mvv_r9CHDmw/s320/Image(016).jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Not in picture: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fadzley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shamima&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fayyadhah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, the Minister for *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;idk&lt;/span&gt;*, Dr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Balaji&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sadasivan&lt;/span&gt; visited our school to hear our presentation for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Sinda&lt;/span&gt; camp. He came, listened to the 5 speakers. Then, Ros and I had to answer his questions. I think the question I really held back was "what problems did you have to overcome". He asked many more, all of which I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;rmb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unfortunately our raving success turned was swallowed by a real dampener. Many of the senior victory people are in Indian dance. But whether in or not, ALL of us sympathise with the shock they got yesterday. To me, it was very pitiful to see such sorrow. &lt;strong&gt;Words cannot replicate their sadness.&lt;/strong&gt; We cannot express our condolences enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But as I told one of them, it takes a lot of courage to go up the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SYF&lt;/span&gt; stage and these people dared to do it. &lt;strong&gt;I really salute them for that&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SCRAB&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;eNVy&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/20185771-7941459389009949070?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7941459389009949070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7941459389009949070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/04/success-saddness.html' title='The success, the saddness'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SdSEeFHUHzI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Mvv_r9CHDmw/s72-c/Image(016).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6752548762399191071</id><published>2009-03-29T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:34:15.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week's End</title><content type='html'>I declare that this has been one of my worst weeks ever! Why won't I ever learn???&lt;br /&gt;I really want to apologise to many people, notably Ms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zubaidah&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't do them on impulse, really. Three things bug my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I tumbled and lost my face during the tongue twister competition held for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;/maths week. I really don't know how to approach my friend's yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, for the first time in 10 years, I've gotten into non-academic detention. The real, official thing. Not good for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SC's&lt;/span&gt; operations head (a.k.a discipline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I HAVE to be scalded for not checking the First Aid kits for sports day. I also found out that there is NO COLOURS AWARD for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SJAB&lt;/span&gt;! Good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to meet the minister who is coming to my school next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the trust I have built up for the past 4 years has effectively crumbled overnight. Why why? Even my nears and closest  have turned away. Even my sister's birthday could not take my mind off things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly the only good thing that happened is the very good food I got at my sister's birthday party. It's a children's party but I'm glad that unlike me, my sister is carefree at pri 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6752548762399191071?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6752548762399191071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6752548762399191071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeks-end_29.html' title='Week&apos;s End'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7853017381062300741</id><published>2009-03-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T22:58:20.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 16th birthday</title><content type='html'>I just returned from the chalet! This will definetely remain as one of my best experiences ever. Family, friends, cousins, what else could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st gift - A very interesting unisoft pen.(dr venga)&lt;br /&gt;Most interesting gift- A cup of latte(Dennis and Shafi)&lt;br /&gt;Most touching gift- A bracelet (Harinder and Vishyu)&lt;br /&gt;And not forgetting everyone else who gave me gifys. The fact you guys came makes me feel treasured. Thanks sooo much guys!!! &lt;br /&gt;  You guys remembered makes me feel treasured? tHANKS GUYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7853017381062300741?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7853017381062300741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7853017381062300741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-16th-birthday.html' title='My 16th birthday'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-5428705829526983827</id><published>2009-03-07T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:04:06.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"... the Changi cottage. This dainty picturesque house, believed to be the hideout of Lee Kuan Yew during the Malaysian confrontation in 1965, has been chosen by Nathishvel for his 16th birthday this March 2009." (No historical reasons whatsoever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311961103792328306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Sbfgetw7znI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g73g9exr9vQ/s320/100_2782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Personally I think it is the most wonderous place in Singapore. I just can't wait for 14th March to arrive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My crazy photoshoot thingy is finally over. Well, not mine but the magazine's. The photographer was a nice and funny feller, but he took approx. 75 photos of me in this pointing pose! Moral of the story: Never be a model again, even for a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wasted two days of my precious MC, all because i thought there were important lessons and tests. I literally dragged myself to school! Hais, I should have listened to mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-5428705829526983827?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5428705829526983827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5428705829526983827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/presenting.html' title='Presenting...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/Sbfgetw7znI/AAAAAAAAAGk/g73g9exr9vQ/s72-c/100_2782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-4278011919162971063</id><published>2009-03-03T21:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:16:11.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influistic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The day today was simply 'influistic', simply interesting, but with flu. I think the flu bug has finally caught me! First my dizzyness, then the fever, now flu! The law of attraction calls for a different question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run-away noses aside, my crazy photoshoot thingy is coming up. For those who don't know (you arent supposed to), I am going to be the cover boy of some E-Zone teacher's magazine. The whole staff room knows about it! Now so do my classmates.... I guess things do turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pleasant surprise (for me of course)! I got 23 for EL compre! I was like visualising and then it really happened! The look on my classmates face at that instant is one I will never forget! Some were so bewildered, like XinYi, others were gawking like madeleine, and some were cussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above really made my day an 'Influistic" day. Interesting, but with flu. Thank you people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-4278011919162971063?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4278011919162971063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/4278011919162971063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/influistic.html' title='Influistic!'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-773141120076970320</id><published>2009-03-01T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:06:58.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week's End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Something rare happened, and that is, I got a high fever. Nevertheless, despite an MC and a horrible leg cramp, I will be coming to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I nearly got hit by a car because I was dizzy! I checked but the next moment this red car honked very loudly and swerved. Lucky break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Cousins and I stayed over at our grandparents place. Was sooo fun. I was literally split into two by my cousin sisters! If only I was feeling better it would have been more enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;That's about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-773141120076970320?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/773141120076970320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/773141120076970320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/03/weeks-end.html' title='The Week&apos;s End'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-3817989608938693956</id><published>2009-02-27T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:57:05.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At a glance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The week so far has been quite... entertaining. 'O' level papers, tests returned (I passed tamil!) , SJAB stock check (which we did not have to do) and a crazy sports heats today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The SJAB stuff in my head does not come out when I need it. As a result I got lambasted by the VALs, in front of a senior, all because I had knee pains and could not stand properly! It is notable that I &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sacrificed&lt;/span&gt; my last chance to run and get a medal just for this sports heats duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I agree that the recess duty is in deep shit, that I promised to iron out the kinks in the system before I hand over my duties next term. But if my dear councilmates don't do their duty, there is little I can do. Okay, they don't do duties. The I/Cs? I am really sick and tired of chasing after them like a dog for just the attendance! I don't need to elaborate the situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Somehow I think my tamil class situation is getting out of hand. I see that it is a simple matter of disagreement. There is little learning in my class, compared to what my 4NA friends are telling me. I told this to my teacher. This and the disagreement situation is really a headache for the rest of the class who want to study. Tamil 'O' level is less than 100 days away! I just hope things will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But the highlight of the week was me giving out my birthday invitations. Surprisingly, 3/4 are able to make it! The rest have clashing commitments. I've never had a birthday party and hope it will be a memorable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If you're wondering, I only have 2 blogs, one english, one tamil. I've been invited to write in my platoon's blog, and the last is a school blog which I need a place to host, so instead of creating a account I just host it. It is not even a real blog, just a place for my schoolwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-3817989608938693956?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3817989608938693956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3817989608938693956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-glance.html' title='At a glance...'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7418665321531293137</id><published>2009-02-25T23:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:26:15.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Museum trip and 'O' level SPA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ah, quite a bit to update. Explanation, lots of important tests these days, including O level ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Besides the usual termly CAs, I took my first 'O' level paper. My Chemistry Science Practical Assesment (SPA) was on monday. Physics on tuesday. All the teachers gave us an image that it was very hard, but in fact both were quite easy. Alas, I made a major, major mistake for Physics. I was supposed to lower the retort stand to take the measurement but I didn't. I still have the 'printed material' from chemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All the cadets in uniformed groups went on a trip to the Army Museum at the Singapore Discovery Center. It was quite interesting actually! First, a 4D show with pyrotechnics, then a guided tour of the museum itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306754214191247010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SaVg12ctLqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/X6LXiuYE8FE/s320/100_2808.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This picture above caught my attention and sums up my experience at the Army Museum. It is a drawing of a son in the Army by a father who himself was retired. The picture shows a barren landscape and explains that if sons did not serve NS, that is what Singapore would become. I think that itself explains what NS is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7418665321531293137?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7418665321531293137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7418665321531293137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/02/army-museum-trip-and-o-level-spa.html' title='Army Museum trip and &apos;O&apos; level SPA'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SaVg12ctLqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/X6LXiuYE8FE/s72-c/100_2808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2736447189794807861</id><published>2009-02-19T23:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:52:31.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Learning Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aargh, lots to say, little space to start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's been a week now since I went on my CIP trip to an incinerator and a landfill. The Tuas South 1 and Pulau Semakau respectively. Nothing much to say about that, cos I know our uniquely Singaporean refuse is cremated before its burial. Just that the complexity of the task became clearer. But the entire class had LOTS of fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304528976530137298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SZ14_-LYYNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XtZM5ufZrMA/s320/P2110176%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(You don't see form teachers lying down often!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The circle of information is really amazing! I have to quote it because somehow my blog came to the attention people who are not supposed to know about this place. (It's not a bad thing!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;The mighty 'O's are about 250 days away. My form teacher's scolding to the class has made me think hard. Should I spend what is left of my youth studying very hard (= &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;working hard&lt;/span&gt;), when we are going to work for the rest of my life? And should I take do what is right when the rest don't, and laugh when you do eg, singing the National Anthem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The law of attraction is at work here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy-&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/20185771-2736447189794807861?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2736447189794807861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2736447189794807861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/02/learning-journey.html' title='The Learning Journey'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SZ14_-LYYNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/XtZM5ufZrMA/s72-c/P2110176%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7695728376142210754</id><published>2009-02-08T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:39:51.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crazy weekend</title><content type='html'>Some of you might have noticed my MSN message - I am going (crazy). Well, the exams this following week might just as well determine my mood for the O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is difficult to be a normal kid with carefree aspirations when you have expectations as a only child, the responsibility of an only grandson, and what seems like failure after failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what, every person would have felt the desire to make an impact on the world when they were young, good or bad. As we grow, our views on life change. I don't but successful people ask themselves the question "Why do I wake up".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly for me, the drive has come to a halt. I have the know-how to live, but just that. This one reason sums up my actions for the past 3 months, since my cousin got her results. It is nobody's fault. I say that because I do not wish to blame anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the meaning to my actions; if I have hurt anyone in this pre-course I deeply regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-B.Nathish Vel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7695728376142210754?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7695728376142210754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7695728376142210754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy-weekend.html' title='The crazy weekend'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-8330453405586495082</id><published>2009-02-03T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:10:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CA1 on the horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The CAs are really killing me! But then again, this is the 'O' level year so have to endure. One over, 2 tomorrow, one on Fri, 4 next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There was an interesting comment made my my geography teacher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Want to give CA, you have to set.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you set, you have to mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you mark, you have to grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When you grade, you have to fail!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I just realised that all this while, teachers have been thinking out this and keeping it to themselves. Not to mention the difficulty of failing the students (but it contributes to their grades also lah)! But the attitude we students show them is atrocious!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy-&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/20185771-8330453405586495082?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8330453405586495082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8330453405586495082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/02/ca1-on-horizon.html' title='CA1 on the horizon'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-7737224671841092063</id><published>2009-01-30T23:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:37:33.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PTC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Today was the start of a normal routine but there was a Parent-teacher conference attached to it. I think even the parents were yawning during Mr Ee's 24min 17sec speech. I am actually surprised that the students were talking loudly despite the parents behind but then again... My dad's new favourite quote: " In the 'O' level year, it is impossible for there to be no homework!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A very crazy thing happened today. I was walking, and this Shawn walked up to me, scooped me up into the fireman's lift position thingy. I was like "put me down, enough". But that was not the end! In the center of the Red Tiles, he twirled me &lt;em&gt;n&lt;/em&gt; times. So dizzy I could not walk or fight! In front of all the UGs!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Talk of the humiliation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;- the SCRAB eNVy-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-7737224671841092063?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7737224671841092063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/7737224671841092063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/01/ptc.html' title='PTC'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-3386510164504462308</id><published>2009-01-22T18:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:15:24.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Week</title><content type='html'>I usually don't write on weekdays but the publicity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An out-of-the ordinary event today happened. Sinda's Senior Victory programme started off today. A continuation since last year. Known within my clique as " Kutty goal setting session".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out teacher is a lovely lady- Ms Lolita Andrews. She's part time at Sinda, full-time in her company &lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt;. And she has started a series of changes amongst the Indian students which is remarkable! One of the reasons I look forward to these sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did find out something about myself. Ms Lolita's qns to anyone makes me think. Today she made me realise that I really miss my paternal grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this week!&lt;br /&gt;-the SCRAB eNVy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-3386510164504462308?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3386510164504462308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/3386510164504462308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/01/third-week.html' title='Third Week'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2306840455027790634</id><published>2009-01-09T22:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:42:56.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sec 1 (PSL) Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the good things of being a CCA leader is that you get to do things that others don't. Being a Peer-surpport leader (PSL) for this camp is one such thing. And it is no ordinary feeling of elation you get form this job. It is demanding, but fulfilling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I took this class (103) I thought that this N(A) class might get over our heads but I was wrong! At the end of this 3D2N, the impressions rendered are priceless.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289302031734980530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SWdgLIdQv7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/-4xXuwWPs24/s320/Image183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part of the camp was indisputabaly the campfire. Even though the fire itself was small, the energy, the emotions and the smiles made the event one which would not be forgotten easily.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289303241705047074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SWdhRj8mxCI/AAAAAAAAAFs/wXf4vsJ_QrY/s320/Photo001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(From the right : Mark, me, Samira, Albert (center), Hidayah and Joey)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lastly, I think my fellow PSLs did a wonderful job in chaperoning the campers, notably Mark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathishvel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2306840455027790634?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2306840455027790634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2306840455027790634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2009/01/sec-1-psl-camp.html' title='Sec 1 (PSL) Camp'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SWdgLIdQv7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/-4xXuwWPs24/s72-c/Image183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6581773506182437699</id><published>2008-12-20T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:51:20.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International Cadet Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SUz_5vx6tGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1DbfIRq3Sbw/s1600-h/100_2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281877830542210146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SUz_5vx6tGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1DbfIRq3Sbw/s320/100_2627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lets see if you can spot me. This was taken outside Merdaka square in KL (or Wilayah Persekutuan in Malaysia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We camped out at Templer Park, Rawang Selangor for 7D6N. National Service Barracks for foreigners. It was organised and conducted by Saint John Ambulance Malaysia, state of Selangor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This camp can never beat any other camp that I've been to. The experiences are a once-in-a-lifetime thing that is irreplacable. One of the more memorable experiences was getting lost in the KLCC (Petronas Towers shopping complex), and virtually holding up KL traffic!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281881097814626338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SU0C37UXUCI/AAAAAAAAAFA/LupFVbcvLlM/s320/100_2636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clique took this picture at Berjaya Times square. It is christmas season and the decor had been set up accordingly. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281882909990988850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SU0EhaM4LDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/eZ0bpzhYqNE/s320/100_2697.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This was the last photo I took at the campsite. My guide for my stay here, Teh Zhi Ming. The bus back to singapore was loaded with our luggage (the blue bus) but I kinda jumped off it to take this one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never forget my experiences here at this camp. The State commander of selangor said in his closing speech, don't talk, listen, that's what I did, and I learnt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Signing off, Nathishvel (or Nat as they called me)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6581773506182437699?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6581773506182437699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6581773506182437699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/international-cadet-camp.html' title='International Cadet Camp'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SUz_5vx6tGI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1DbfIRq3Sbw/s72-c/100_2627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1060963752497348244</id><published>2008-12-08T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:16:44.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>International camp</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I will be departing for the international camp at Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia. Excited and all packed for the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently I went to visit my great-gand aunt (mother's mother's mother's sister), in Masai, JB. She is a frail old woman who has 8 children. I had been wanting to see her because I was close to my great-grandma. Here is a photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277436228741468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/ST04SfrpkpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W6GWn-BNYKk/s320/Image113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Grandma, her Uncle, his Sister, her Great- Grandnephew (me))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;grandma,&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today I went to Reki Pulau Ubin for the sec 1 camp this end-december. We rented a bike and rode around the island, bumping here and there. Here in this photo, we section commanders are standing on the costal walkway at Chek Jawa, Ubin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277437327077998306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/ST05SbTe_uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/WiYNGLRtIH0/s320/DSC00819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nathish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1060963752497348244?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1060963752497348244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1060963752497348244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/12/international-camp.html' title='International camp'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/ST04SfrpkpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/W6GWn-BNYKk/s72-c/Image113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-5290745121795047410</id><published>2008-11-27T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:07:28.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Public Duty</title><content type='html'>From the title you may think that I fill my holidays with public duty but actually, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year the Zone (8) carries out this duty at this temple in front of Red Swastika School in Bedok. The MP would give out &lt;em&gt;hongbaos&lt;/em&gt;, this year was $70+... We simply had to assist with registration and carrying of items like chairs, boxes etc. Alpha really enjoyed theselves, with my platoon tagging along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late yesterday I attended the Sec 1 commitee meeting. It was about the camp and I would be taking a team to myself. I also have to plan an OPs schedule. To others, this sounds like hard work, but I am really pleased because this suggests a full appointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Nathish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-5290745121795047410?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5290745121795047410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/5290745121795047410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-public-duty.html' title='2nd Public Duty'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1996548861437809047</id><published>2008-11-19T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T12:48:35.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Duty at SG Expo</title><content type='html'>Whew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back typing this late at night! Earlier me, Sir Lin and a few of my sec 1s went for public duty. As a member of SJAB, I have to complete a certain number of hours of public duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today there was a food fest at the Expo. For me, it was quite strict but for the cadets, it was fun, fun, fun! Play PSP, talk loudly etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271709767161152162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SSjgGj6ZAqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/41s0Ak-7i7Y/s320/Image106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken in the so-called first Aid post, a unstable cubicle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Nathish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1996548861437809047?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1996548861437809047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1996548861437809047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/public-duty-at-sg-expo.html' title='Public Duty at SG Expo'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SSjgGj6ZAqI/AAAAAAAAAEI/41s0Ak-7i7Y/s72-c/Image106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-6782384269068085846</id><published>2008-11-17T21:58:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:22:46.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combined UG camp</title><content type='html'>Well, back from another camp. 2 down, 2 to go. I was the medic head for the camp (14 to 16 Nov) , but only there were 2 people so... There were 10 shifts split between the two of us and I had the fortune of getting the 12 to 6am shifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269628146713880482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SSF64TdH56I/AAAAAAAAADo/5vwHwFiFS74/s320/Image092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The fatigue board. As I was bored I drew the house on the left. I treated 18 of the 22 casualties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we were allowed to attend the campfire at least. I have no photos of the interesting event. It was quite funny, the instructors were called up to 'demo' the cheers. It took me time but I realised that this was the first camp I have attended as an instructor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another event was the Student Council Executive Comitee (EXCO) lunch on 10th Nov. Our TIC, Mdm Rozi treated us to a lunch at Swensens, for our hard work on teachers day. I took this picture:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269629910224480066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SSF8e9C0J0I/AAAAAAAAADw/E5bbixKmDn8/s320/Image087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all for now!,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCRAB Nathish Vel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. My next camp is the SJAB international cadet camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-6782384269068085846?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6782384269068085846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/6782384269068085846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/combined-ug-camp.html' title='Combined UG camp'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SSF64TdH56I/AAAAAAAAADo/5vwHwFiFS74/s72-c/Image092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-8205518214526596509</id><published>2008-11-05T21:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:33:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CampTeen</title><content type='html'>Whew, back from CampTeen. It is a Racial Ambassadors 4D3N camp organised by Onepeople.sg, where youths from all over Singapore come together. We had lots of fun, did high elements, dragon boating, had an amazing race, attended lectures on racial harmony and visited the asian civilisations museum. We even set a Singapore record for the largest paper ball mosaic display. Unfortunately there little photos... The few I DID take are below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265161327963821234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SRGcVO5oVLI/AAAAAAAAACw/TnGqrotcgus/s320/Image100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the lighting of the campfire on day 3. It was lit by our organiser, Ms Wong Shi Lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265161333047698258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SRGcVh1uI1I/AAAAAAAAADA/YheSvBt6ufk/s320/Image105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This are some of my groupmates, whom with I have built great friendships. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265163211074889938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SRGeC2CS6NI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ahoK-LLjtoA/s320/Image103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was the Mayor of the central district putting the final touches for the mosaic. As you can see the press was there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;That's about all for now,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Nathishvel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-8205518214526596509?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8205518214526596509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8205518214526596509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/11/whew-back-from-campteen.html' title='CampTeen'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SRGcVO5oVLI/AAAAAAAAACw/TnGqrotcgus/s72-c/Image100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1456735515405323974</id><published>2008-10-30T19:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:54:16.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Air Rifle course today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The course is called 'Air Rifle', but we only used pistols. As usual, I had to take care of my juniors, who were making lots and lots of the same sound. Noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were shooting plastic pellets at paper targets. Here is a photo : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262913341986959586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SQmfzOjL8OI/AAAAAAAAABg/lGthks5c0Ec/s320/100_2425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SQmethJIXFI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oZETJhg_vps/s1600-h/100_2425.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As you can see i seemed to be concentrating VERY hard, but I shot only 8 of the 14 rounds into the box. But at the end of the day, we 4 sec 3s, though scolding the sec 1s and 2s, enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262913034460954994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SQmfhU7RgXI/AAAAAAAAABY/mKGdYCkzuFM/s320/100_2457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;-Nathish&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1456735515405323974?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1456735515405323974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1456735515405323974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/air-rifle-course-today.html' title='Air Rifle course today'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SQmfzOjL8OI/AAAAAAAAABg/lGthks5c0Ec/s72-c/100_2425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-8355866455180326135</id><published>2008-10-29T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:30:13.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Phew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams over and the dread has started. Total this two months I have four camps. Not that I want them them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an arguement that these camp might destruct my studie next year (Os coming up in less than a year). So naturally I start questioning. Who set the camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is not that far away though. The very teachers that overlook CCAs (and In-camp organisation), are the ones that teach us our various subjects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People at home mistake this as several people not communicating and the ordinary person ends up having many camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do? For asking this question to my CCA leaders (or Officers) I got a good telling off. So I shut up... But not for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went deepavali/hari raya visiting with my TL classmates. A photo; I am the 2nd from the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SQgszBmlCKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j4fndpYgXo0/s1600-h/100_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SQgszBmlCKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j4fndpYgXo0/s200/100_2262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262505419697621154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCRAB Nathish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-8355866455180326135?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8355866455180326135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/8355866455180326135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/10/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SQgszBmlCKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j4fndpYgXo0/s72-c/100_2262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-2427767470442608407</id><published>2008-09-14T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:57:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time and again</title><content type='html'>Well, back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really good at this blogging stuff, just trying my hand at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming up next week and am really flustered so... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, St. John's killing me (its my CCA). Doing whong thing one after another and my officers are really mad. I really missed out things. For example I was supposed to photostat 2 copies of a document but did only one. He was furious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped my fellow EXCO-mate do the Student councillor duty roster. Stayed up till late to do that one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, unlike most others, my first week of term 4 is a very stressful one. Hope my next generation of juniors do not suffer as mych as me and my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nathish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-2427767470442608407?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2427767470442608407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/2427767470442608407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-and-again.html' title='Time and again'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-1052776303956939843</id><published>2007-04-19T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T22:24:34.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SA 1 round the corner</title><content type='html'>Hi to all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been fine. life is going good with my sitar and flute coming well. Have to polish my subjects before my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorrow I will be on Councillor duty for the school's annual speech day. It is also the school's 20th annivarsary so the founding principal will be present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all will gi well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-1052776303956939843?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1052776303956939843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/1052776303956939843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2007/04/sa-1-round-corner.html' title='SA 1 round the corner'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-116937382630087467</id><published>2007-01-21T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:03:46.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit abt .....</title><content type='html'>hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, had a good week and actually got a few bad remarks about this blog- no one's seen the tamil one- but have to chande things one by one. School this week was pretty normal with quite a few tests lined up for next week. Had quite a bit of quizzes in my english class- teacher a certain Mr.Sekhar- with me among a select few winning a handful of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This week i am going to take up a topic that was discussed on the first day of school. I am in class 205 in a certain school in Tampines. My form teacher's name is Mrs. Choy. At first i did not expect another teacher to be my form teacher but Ms. Heng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Mrs. Choy told us something that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;"When i first received my timetable and got to know that i was taking 205, &lt;br /&gt;  Some of the teachers that taught us said that 205 is the worst express class ever.&lt;br /&gt;                         I got a little scared hearing this,&lt;br /&gt;             but today when i meet you all you all still beyond control!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then the class started clapping. To be more precise, the boys at the back of the class. I was like 'the class is being insulted and these people arehappy abt it'. Then she continued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;" then i gotta know that this class secured the 1st and 2nd position in the level!"&lt;br /&gt;                         " Which is good! Isen't it?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The class clapped and shouted both the Shamima's and Sofia's names and clapped wildly. This just shows that certain people are happy with what they get. Wheather it is an insult or praise, they react in the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  To the teachers, especially,&lt;br /&gt;Ms Heng,&lt;br /&gt;Ms Liu,&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Nisha,&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Naj,&lt;br /&gt;Ms Rahayu,&lt;br /&gt;and Mrs Choy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not that we are the worst class in terms of behavior. This shows in our title of the best science and (i think) maths class. We are capable of things as a class. As they put it:&lt;br /&gt;"don't behave in class but do well in exams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave it to my classmates to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-116937382630087467?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/116937382630087467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/116937382630087467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2007/01/little-bit-abt.html' title='A little bit abt .....'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-116859386734686414</id><published>2007-01-12T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:24:27.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy new year</title><content type='html'>Hi to all who took the trouble to peep in here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish all of you a happy new year and i have to start editing this blog regularly for my forthcoming english project. I will also do with the tamil blog, which pitifully has only one post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for my 3 month break, nothing much really happened exept that i scored well and was ranked 12th in my level. I came in 5th in class and scored the highest marks for english in the level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result, i received an edusave award for being among the top 30% in school. When i returned to school, i also found myself nominated for the student councilor post. that is what they call the prefects. I am proud of myself for this adcheivements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my ever pending transfer to Temasek secondary, i am finally the next in line. so that means that if one person quits or migrates, i would get his or her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my talking here. Why not we end your visit here on a happy note by watching a video from yahoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://us.i1.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/player/media/swf/FLVVideoSolo.swf' flashvars='id=1327691&amp;emailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fsg.video.yahoo.com%2Futil%2Fmail%3Fei%3DUTF-8%26vid%3D1fe48a643aae540c8c1f0024c3832822.1327691%26vdone%3Dhttp%253A%252F%252Fsg.video.yahoo.com%252Fvideo%252Ffavorites%253Fei%253DUTF-8%26vback%3Dfavorites&amp;imUrl=http%25253A%25252F%25252Fsg.video.yahoo.com%25252Fvideo%25252Fplay%25253F%252526ei%25253DUTF-8%252526vid%25253D1fe48a643aae540c8c1f0024c3832822.1327691&amp;imTitle=The%252BBirds&amp;searchUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/search?p=&amp;profileUrl=http://sg.video.yahoo.com/video/profile?yid=&amp;creatorValue=d2VsbHNpZTE4MzI%3D&amp;vid=1fe48a643aae540c8c1f0024c3832822.1327691' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' width='425' height='350'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all until next week,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathishvel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-116859386734686414?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/116859386734686414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/116859386734686414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='A happy new year'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-115954282413090966</id><published>2006-09-29T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T23:13:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kadavul thantha azhagiya vazhvu</title><content type='html'>I created a sing-a-long for those who can read tamil and an english translation for those who can't. Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kattumirugam is on it's way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DLfVF412QM8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DLfVF412QM8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="600" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-115954282413090966?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/115954282413090966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/115954282413090966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/09/kadavul-thantha-azhagiya-vazhvu.html' title='Kadavul thantha azhagiya vazhvu'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-115185022892289585</id><published>2006-07-02T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:23:48.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Hi all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not editing in a long time. My busy schedule dosen't permit so i've decided to do both my blogs on saturday. Oh yah I forgot! I have a new blog in tamil so as to brush up my language. I'm probabaly the first in my school to start blogging in mother tongue but I'm very modest abt it. Just follow the link on the 'Links tab' and those with a windows 98 or XP can view it without having to download anything. I have to admit that I am splitting my communications schedule and rearranging my life so as to blend into society. That is why I am needing your comments to better myself. I've been typing for no use. Very soon my classmates. both old and new will be visiting both sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-115185022892289585?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/115185022892289585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/115185022892289585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-114845534563245447</id><published>2006-05-24T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:34:08.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kattumirugam</title><content type='html'>I added some music to some animation that I found. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C:\Documents and Settings\HP_Owner\Desktop\Kattumirugam Remake.wmv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 30th June 2006,&lt;br /&gt;     I am sorry but due to some technical glitch, it won't load. When I know what    the problem is, I will let you watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-114845534563245447?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114845534563245447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114845534563245447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/05/kattumirugam.html' title='Kattumirugam'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-114628532874661033</id><published>2006-04-29T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:35:28.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy this video</title><content type='html'>I found this cool video no the net. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BuRwH59oAo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_BuRwH59oAo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-114628532874661033?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114628532874661033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114628532874661033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/04/enjoy-this-video.html' title='Enjoy this video'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-114243253181249642</id><published>2006-03-14T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:22:11.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An important date</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks an important milestone in the history of my existence! I am also officially declared with some privilages! Sounds cool huh? Until you hear this! I have got a chance to change my phone and I have changed it to a cool Nokia 6020!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just returned from camp and am very tired! And please comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-114243253181249642?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114243253181249642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114243253181249642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/03/important-date.html' title='An important date'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-114243222621590847</id><published>2006-03-11T05:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:17:06.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to camp</title><content type='html'>Hi all, &lt;br /&gt;I am typing this in the wee hours of the morning! You see, I have a St. J camp from today till tuesday! Luckily I can come home on that day as it is an important milestone for my existence! I also cannot acess 'Fun with english'. I do not Know why but it says that I am not authorised to see it! Well, time for another joke: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy named Bob receives a free ticket to the Superbowl from his company. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when Bob arrives at the stadium he realizes the seat is in &lt;br /&gt;the last row in the corner of the stadium -- he is closer to the Goodyear &lt;br /&gt;Blimp than the field. &lt;br /&gt;About halfway through the first quarter, Bob notices an empty seat 10 rows &lt;br /&gt;off the field right on the 50 yard line. He decides to take a chance and &lt;br /&gt;makes his way through the stadium and around the security guards to the &lt;br /&gt;empty seat. &lt;br /&gt;As he sits down, he asks the gentleman sitting next to him, "Excuse me, is &lt;br /&gt;anyone sitting here?" The man says no. &lt;br /&gt;Now, very excited to be in such a great seat for the game, Bob again &lt;br /&gt;inquires of the man next to him, "This is incredible! Who in their right &lt;br /&gt;mind would have a seat like this at the Superbowl and not use it?" The man &lt;br /&gt;replies, "Well, actually, the seat belongs to me, I was supposed to come &lt;br /&gt;with my wife, but she passed away. This is the first Superbowl we haven't &lt;br /&gt;been to together since we got married in 1967." &lt;br /&gt;"Well, that's really sad," says Bob, "but still, couldn't you find someone &lt;br /&gt;to take the seat? A relative or a close friend?" &lt;br /&gt;"No," the man replies, "they're all at the funeral." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke courtesy of : http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=1505&amp;id=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-114243222621590847?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114243222621590847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114243222621590847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/03/off-to-camp_11.html' title='Off to camp'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-114182296431960257</id><published>2006-03-04T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:04:30.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My song competition</title><content type='html'>Hi all who are viewing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will now edit my blog only on a weekly baisis. I will now allow my new classmates at my new secondary school to view my blog. I might also add music......soon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a tamil singing competition hosted at a famous girls school. but there were many famous faces. Kaushik, Choclate Kannan... just to name a few. And of course, MuraliKrishnan as my judge. I sang kattukuile from Thalapathy. I am listening to it as i am writing this. Nw for this week's joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old man was relaxing at his hundredth birthday party when a reporter went up to him. "Sir, what is the secret of your long life?" &lt;br /&gt;The man considered this for a moment, then replied, "Every day at 9 PM I have a glass of port. Good for the heart I've heard." &lt;br /&gt;The reporter replied, "That's ALL?" &lt;br /&gt;The man smiled, "That, and canceling my voyage on the Titanic." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke curtesy of : http://www.jokesgallery.com/joke.php?joke=3562&amp;id=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do not forget to post on my comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-114182296431960257?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114182296431960257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114182296431960257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-song-competition.html' title='My song competition'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-114110912594768573</id><published>2006-02-28T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T21:07:18.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a new blog in town</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My form teacher has decided to start a blog. I just visited it. Very interesting and hard questions. I tried to do the questions. Hope they are right! School's fine. Today, i feel that I am back to normal. The amount of homework there is! I now have to run. but before that, here is something funny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blonde reports for her university final exam which consists of mainly true and false questions. She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet: true for heads and false for tails. Within thirty minutes she is all done, whereas the rest of the class is still working furiously. &lt;br /&gt;During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, swearing and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is happening. &lt;br /&gt;"I finished the exam in a half hour," she replies. "And as I have more time left, I'm rechecking my answers."&lt;br /&gt;Joke curtesy of : Jokesgallery.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-114110912594768573?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114110912594768573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114110912594768573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/02/there-is-new-blog-in-town.html' title='There is a new blog in town'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-114052554493601638</id><published>2006-02-21T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:39:04.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not posting in a long time as i have a busy schedule. last sunday, there was a maha kumbabishegam for AVGMT and I had the silver ticket. I think that i am very lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-114052554493601638?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114052554493601638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/114052554493601638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-sorry-for-not-posting-in-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-113653736937028051</id><published>2006-01-06T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:51:18.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy new year</title><content type='html'>Happy new year. I am just typing this letter past midnight. Have you remembered to reset your clock to be 1 second lesser? the universal time clocks had agreed to reset the time to catch up with the earth's rotation. Anyway, got to rush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-113653736937028051?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/113653736937028051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/113653736937028051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy new year'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-113577735480789111</id><published>2005-12-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T21:42:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;Very soon I am going back to school. I am not saying which school to protect my privacy. But tommorow I am spending 5hrs in the new school, participating in the CCA Fair. That's all for now folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr .N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-113577735480789111?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/113577735480789111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/113577735480789111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2005/12/aaaaaaaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20185771.post-113557064183998369</id><published>2005-12-26T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:18:30.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi all</title><content type='html'>Hi again. I am doing this in secret as I do not want my ex-classmates to see this. Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20185771-113557064183998369?l=thevel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/113557064183998369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20185771/posts/default/113557064183998369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thevel.blogspot.com/2005/12/hi-all.html' title='Hi all'/><author><name>Nathishvel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07901830906307540516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iCw1V-zAnes/SM0xQD53aoI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/UQUDubTgJlQ/S220/Looking+out+of+the+Boathouse.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
