Friday, June 16, 2006

Everyone! I have not died! I have just… let this stagnant blog breed pretty dragonflies.

After the Rinjani trip, I have discovered that ODACians are a bunch of camera whores.
Seriously.
Hold up a random camera, count ‘1, 2, 3…’ and everyone automatically freezes into a pose and waits for you to click the camera!
… Of course, then my temperamental camera will die on me and fuzz out just as I click the button to take the picture. Then everyone will say ‘chey!’ in that loud voice and happily pose for another camera.
It’s very amusing.
Overall, Rinjani has opened my eyes to a new world out there. There are many pictures but I am a lazy bugger and refuse to put them up on Shutterfly or flickr or any other weird online thing. I might burn it in a CD though, only if you ask nicely.
But! Meiying our photographic woman is compiling everything for us! Lovely.
I will give her everything and let her drown in the evil, evil depths of digital photographs.
Mua hahahahaha.
I will forever remember the winds up there, how they aren’t any tiny breeze, how they aren’t little gusts, how they rip and tear, and try to flatten you to the gravel that’s slipping underneath your feet anyway.
I lost my beanie there. It flew away just as I was reaching the top.
Jonathan said he saw something fly away. I wave goodbye to my little hat.
Which brings me to my next point.
Why are all Jonathans bloody tall?
Okay, knowing two Jonathans who are tall isn’t much of a statistic point, as our Biology teacher might say, but you get my point.
And I like the sock that we got there.
It’s this really cute tortoise on a baby sock, which Jia Chang will never understand how cute it can be as he is a guy, and it makes a rattling sound when you shake it!
It’s very adorable and has lots of symbolic meaning.
(Ah! Literature!)
But it’s cute. It has blue eyes.
Okay, fine. Literature symbolic meaning is that, we are like the tortoise, we carry our heavy packs and climb the mountain, and we’re also bloody slow in obeying orders…
(Like that means anything to you, as a reader. Hahaha)

Okay. XL demands a four-page long post. I will try to fit in her demands.
Let’s talk about… CAP.
The Creative Arts Programme was vaguely interesting. I found many new friends there, like Shaun- the guy who fell into the toilet when he was five; Louise who loves England because they’re hot but loves Brazil because they’re good; Nicholas, who had a shower with five guys before (Don’t ask me. I don’t want to remember why and how); and many other people, like Michele, Hong Chuan, Kexin, the obnoxious Judith (only joking dear), Davina who was in Anderson for first three months but traipsed over to Anglo-Chinese instead (wonderful Douglas Adams fan. I love her), Xi An, Bing Qian (Adeline says hello); Kegan who joined late and such fun and scandals we had.
That’s practically everyone in our group right? Ah yes, Victoria.
I miss them. Most of the time.
I remember my room. I did an essay on it. Perhaps I will type it out, for my portfolio.
‘It was bare; like how a mad man was bare with his clothes thrown off as he laughed down the streets…’
(Crap la, I’m only at the end of the first page and I’m typing in size 12 font! I’m also running out of Japanese songs to entertain me.)
Right. Size 10 now. More to write.
I thank heaven that I listened to Sherilyn and brought my blanket. I have never been so grateful to see such a big piece of cloth before. Also, curiously, opposite my room was a guy. Beside my room was a guy. Teacher in fact. I still remember his high laugh. And on my right, was another guy. Odd isn’t it?
And at the bottom left of my room (think… you can imagine…) there’s this guy who brought his guitar.
I hear his guitar at night, and it stops me from going mad.
Wait… okay let me rephrase that, it stops me from becoming sane.
CAP itself was nice. We had lectures, which I drew in, workshops, which I panicked in, and food, in which I just ate.
I met Chengyi there, who happens to be Gerard’s friend. Interesting coincidence. I recognised a vague name of Bensen Koh but unfortunately he ponned all prose workshops for poetry because it was what he wanted in the first place.
He sent in a very interesting poem for the aCAPpella issues that we get everyday in which our councillors bitch and laugh at us, mostly complaining about the lack of sleep that they have.
At the end of the five days, you could see it in them. They were literally zombies.
I want to be a CAP councillor!
Chengyi had a very interesting experience at the prose workshops. I want his short writing on ‘Maybe, Maybe, Maybe’. And I’m not the only one. Suffice to say, I think he is sufficiently traumatised.
Poor dear.
What I find really amusing is that Chengyi can write perfectly well, in cursive that is almost a flourish but when he signs his name, he writes ‘hello this is cheng :)’ in a childish scrawl, like my usual handwriting.
It sort of reflects Gerard’s entire secondary school class. During the period of prose workshops, the main thing running through my head was the thought that he should be in Gerard’s class.
Yeah, I like the CAP booklet things. It was like this whole book of blank pages (okay it had the weird CAP emblem watermarked on every page but still…) for us to do ANYTHING we wanted with it!
Surprisingly, the first thing I did was NOT to fill it up with drawings.
In fact, there are only two drawings there.
And they are, I might very happily add, in ink and nicely shadowed.
I think CLAMP has a big effect on me.
There are some things in which I have to relate. I do not understand why on practically every out of school trip in involves XY chromosomes in general, I have to chase somebody. Usually of the XY persuasion. It was like that in China, with some guy who couldn’t stop calling me ‘Yang Gui Fei’. It soon became ‘Okay, stop, STOP! Not there!’
It was like that again in CAP, only this time, it was more irritating.
Shaun did it, the evil bugger. He stole my hairband, my ONLY hairband, just before I waltzed into the shower room. That’s one thing good about having plenty of guys on your level. The female bathroom’s always free.
He pulled it off my hair just like that, and started running.
I was wearing slippers, had a tight schedule to meet as we weren’t supposed to be bathing but I can bathe in ten minutes if I really tried, carrying a plastic bag with all my worldly goods when it came to bathing, a towel slung over my shoulder and was hot and irritated.
Naturally, I chased.
Chased him down the stairs, through the corridors, down this weird lawn thing, through the corridors again of Block D, (I was in Block E) past this bunch of guys (who mercifully got out of the way) and through this HCI secondary two guy who DIDN’T get out of the way.
In fact, if I remember correctly, he stood right in the middle of the corridor with his hands outspread, yelling ‘Stop!’
What the hell, I was the one shouting ‘Stop!’ to Shaun who was merrily disappearing. I mean, seriously. You see a mad woman with her hair flying everywhere and she’s obviously not very happy and running down the corridor and the first thing you do is to yell stop?
So I did the first instinctive thing when Confronted With Guys Who Obviously Do Not Think, I took my towel from my shoulder, yelled ‘Get out of my way, you idiot!’ and gave him a good sound whack just as I ran past him.
Thus I applaud Douglas Adams when he said that what a hitchhiker really needed was his towel. Indeed.
All I remember hearing was ‘Ouch! Damn!’ from everywhere.
The boy is now meek. Of course, I apologised to him. He said that he has learnt his lesson, and will never do that again.
Shaun said later that he remembered a lot of shouting from behind and was like ‘Ohhh….’
In the end, I chased Shaun until he cornered himself in the male washroom. I spent an interactive ten minutes there alternatively threatening and coaxing him out of the bathroom, while he amused himself with thoughts of stealing my other things and random stuff.
In the end, a very bemused male councillor walked out of an adjacent room and gave me a really long stare.
Shaun then came out and returned me my hairband.
Yay! Joy to females!
Ole XL it’s the end of the second page!
Overall, CAP was very nice. Everyone there was younger than me. I felt quite old, and kept forgetting that I was in JC. Ah well.
Indeed I have fond memories. Now if I want fonder memories and my NYAA skills portion to be filled, I should do up my portfolio and hope that I get the mentorship.
Us Group Six people should have a meeting together!
I remember the last night, we were playing Truth and Dare, and they got some girls to go into the guys’ bathroom. It was vastly amusing.
Ah yes, CAP was mostly dominated by Hwa Chong and Raffles kiddoes. I was the only person from Anderson there. Sad. I’m not the only one though; there were lone wolves from Yishun, Pioneer, and some other JCs as well…
Ah yes, that reminds me. I am now officially Lenin. It is for dyslexic people, and people who cannot remember my names. Emma, for example, form my Art workshop now only remembers me as Lenin. I love that girl. We bully Crystal so well.
Memories that will last forever…

Rinjani was really fun. I remember waking up at 4am to be early, but had cramps until like 5am, in which I became late. Changed money at the airport which was at our loss (and I still have the notes, argh) and traipsed off to Indonesia in a big bouncy plane.
Landing rating: 6/10
I learnt to play bridge on the plane, which hence makes me comment that ODACians are huge gamblers and camera whores. Got my new camera the day before, had fun taking (clear) pictures of everyone, pictures that were MASSIVE by the way, can’t remember the size but huge anyway, but the battery life reminds something to be improved upon.
I brought my pack of cards, Anthony did the same and so did Wynee I think. Quite a few people brought cards. When we got back, the number of pack of cards had doubled.
I brought too many things to Indonesia as my bag weighed a whopping 11.5kg.
Carrying it up would be a chore; hence we spent the rest of the night repacking our things.
The first day was spent on the plane, in a bus and at Mataram Mall.
I lost my orange itinerary sheet to Kenneth. I wants it back. I don’t know what to type.
I shall talk about more mundane things then.
One of the main problems we had to handle was the currency. There were too many zeros. In the end, we decided, to hell with it, and dropped the last three zeroes each time we were talking in rupee. The thought was just too terrifying. In Indonesia, you could be a millionaire and still feel poor.
We spent our first night at some two-star hotel. The ambience was great, it was cold and everything, with great plants and weather, which was at a comfortable 20-plus degrees. Who knew that this was going to be the warmest we’ll ever feel in the next four days or so.
The bathroom was a scary place. Indeed I remember our neighbours, Joycelyn, Yuyan and Xiangfeng exclaiming how cold it was when they bathed. The rooms were scary. They were lit with one bulb, which was supremely helpful at night and only served to marginally brighten the surroundings during the day.
There was no heater. Bathing was a combination of guts, grit and sheer screaming.
We were to be checked upon; hence Rachel, Fariha and me packed our Denalis first, making sure that they were as light as possible.
Chee Yong, our current president came to check on us, telling us that the teachers were coming to inspect our bags. We thanked him and he wanted to go over to the last room, where the two guys, Jia Chang and Anthony were.
Here Chee Yong did something very stupid. I will not say publicly what he did but I have pictorial evidence and I laugh every time I see it.
We spent the night sleeping. Fariha was in between me and Rachel in this big queen sized bed.
In the morning, by general agreement, Fariha was never allowed to sleep in the middle again.
Trekking was tiring. I’m eternally grateful to Chang Tai, as I remember mentioning in my journal, that I am merely a few days away from loving him. Figuratively.
He has been a most patient buddy to me, when I was slow and lagging he helped; Clement the Orange Balloon helped too, by standing in between me and the front of the group so that we wouldn’t get lost.
Clement reminds me of a balloon. I have no idea why. But he’s a nice balloon. And he does this really amusing pose every time he takes a picture; it’s a sort of mild smile and a victory sign.
It’s always the same pose.
We entered the clouds, were very cold during lunch-
Oh that reminds me, we had porters. I am in awe of them. Seriously.
They are powerhouses. They can carry everything of ours, communal items, food (remember the nice pineapples?), water, sleeping bags, tents, mats, backpacks that we ourselves couldn’t carry, and still dance up Rinjani!
They can run up there in slippers and in tee-shirts and shorts while we huddle up in our trekking shoes and fleece jackets! There were even some that went half-naked!
I am completely in awe of them.
And the thing is that they don’t take the usual paths, they climb up practically vertical walls and don’t break into sweat!
I imagine that they were laughing at how miserable we were.
And they cooked great food. Every meal was accompanied by tea (sweetened by our own hands, that is, very sweet), pineapples and bananas, which everyone grew used to and contributed to our massive bowel movements every time we camped.
I miss tea. They put flowers in the tea…
And here, one would be able to see the curious eating habits of Homo sapiens.
Anthony was always the first to finish up his meal, at any time, place or temporal distortion. He would always ask for more just as everyone was starting their own meals or halfway through them. Kenneth was counted on never to eat his vegetables, balancing out with ample fruits. Jonathan was our resident trash can.
Indeed guys are weird and curious creatures.
My batteries are temperamental creatures. Indeed I shall henceforth consider getting rechargeable batteries no matter how backward the place that I am going.
Our campsites were fantastic. I love the view we got from each one of them.
The first campsite had a great spot for sunrise, and it was dotted with grasses and enjoyed great wind. I remember the first night I was sleeping in the middle, and for subsequent nights as well- Fariha said that she heard a rumour that Nigel was handsome.
I cannot remember laughing so much for a very long time. The only comparable time was when I laughed up four storeys with Agnessa in Anderson.
The second campsite was at the banks of the crater lake (which took a hell of a time to get to) and was near a cute little hot spring and a great roaring river which was almost a waterfall. The third and final base camp boasted a huge view of the exterior of the volcano and the valleys, which were unfortunately obscured by clouds the moment I took out my sketch book and pencils.
And yes, it IS possible to get a sun burn, even though the temperature is like 10 degrees.
We saw a great many things while trekking. Going to the crater lake for example, took an extremely long time. I believe it was around 5 hours, when we were expected to take around 2 or 3 hours to get to second camp. The falls were treacherous and steep, practically vertical; Kenneth lost his faithful walking stick by merely dropping it over the edge, where he was aiming for the outcrop below the edge but it overshot it and was lost forever to Mountain Man.
(Man I had to add that.)
Mr Lim took a rather violent tumble somewhere here. He’s alright!
I took some pictures to show how separated we were but they will only be seen if someone teaches me how to posts pictures on your blog. I am a hopeless internet allergic person, like Orlando Bloom, who is afraid of technology.
My shoes died out somewhere here as well. Mr Lim duct taped them back.
In the end, we reached the base camp, where we rested for the rest of the day after lunch and visited the hot springs.
Ah yes, we crossed a river here.
It was really cold and we had to remove our bags and shoes and walk across the river, holding onto our guides for sheer life. The current was insanely strong, thundering down the rocks just behind us.
We crossed that river again going to the hot springs which were frankly small and dismal. Still with friends around and memorable quotes like:
Fariha: I really envy you guys, you know. You can take off your shirts just like that!
Jonathan: You can take off your shirt too. No one’s stopping you.
The everlasting battle between men and women.
The hot springs were enjoyable and great as we had friends around who talked and laughed together with us. Of course, going back would be hell with the cold weather and the cloud moving in, but we managed it in the end.
The male seniors became the ones who stood in a line in and across the river and helped us across. They ended their service with a resounding yell of ‘Where got cold!’
The third day was going to the third base camp.
It was a fast walk, we took the whole morning but the rest of the day was free. I remember this day was the day The Omen came out, 06.06.06.
And thanks, Liew for making us watch that movie.
Sitting beside Adeline was okay, except for the occasional scream, grabbing-of-sleeves and huddling towards you while covering her eyes.
We spent that day lazing about, taking pictures, playing paper bridge (consisting of taking paper, making cards out of it and playing bridge – yes we were that desperate), enjoying the view and toilet facilities.
I took this picture of a section of our campsite, with Keith at the foreground looking thoughtful and with a full cloud behind the camp.
Keith didn’t know I took it, hence the pensive look.
I think it’d do very nicely as wallpaper. And most of our pictures are wallpaper-ish sort of material, with the sun rising and fantastic greenery around.
I was very put out by the cloud, which prevented me from doing a decent sketch.
Ah and we had monkeys following us. They ripped a hole in Mr. Chin’s tent, which made him pretty angry but all agreed that Jeremy was pretty much at home with them.
I saw Alan doing this very amusing video of his keychain abseiling down a very tiny drop. I want that video. I can’t remember who taped it; it was either Clement or Keith.
Ah yes. Sleeping early was very important. We were told to be out by 6pm as we had to be up by midnight to get up to the summit on time. Up on the mountains, the sun sets at 5pm and rises at 5am.
The temperature drops right down after the sun sets.
On the fourth day, we wrapped up at around 1-plus-almost-2am and went up the summit. It was cold, quiet, windy and sandy.
Slips were common and we halted many times to pass essential items down the row, like batteries for our headlights or eye drops.
Halfway through, we stopped at this outcrop of rocks, just as the wind picked up and refused to stop. It was howling and throwing sand into our eyes as we huddled together, sharing warmth and comforting each other for about ten minutes, which is a very long time when it is very dark and very cold. Here two people were sent down, due to them shivering uncontrollably.
We pressed onwards, shivering against the wind, wanting it to stop but forever hearing the whistling in your ears, feeling the chill in your fingers, and the ice you know that is forming on your nose. Heck I couldn’t feel my nose. Or my face.
The last part of the summit climb was the worst. This time both shoe soles had completely died on me, which meant that I was constantly flapping around.
It was like walking on water. The sand slipped beneath you, the wind blew you back and the only way you held on was lying as close to the ground as possible, which was bad as the wind was blowing sand into your eyes and you still slipped even if you were standing still…
One step up, two steps down…
I was at the end; Chang Tai had gotten into a spot of uncontrollable shivering and had to be sent down as well. I was exhausted and Mr. Chin and Lim were at either side encouraging me.
I remember this time when I was completely exhausted by the cimb and had slipped and fell. I remained lying down, hoping to catch my breath away from the wind, only to hear Mr. Chin saying in my ear:
‘Nellyn? Are you alright?’
‘Mmph.’
‘You’re not shivering right?’
‘Mmph.’
‘You’re just tired right?’
‘Mmph.’
I think I ‘mmph’ed too softly here for the next thing I knew was that he was bellowing.
‘Nellyn? Nellyn!’
‘Mmph!’
‘Good.’
In the end I made it up, and enjoyed the view for a while before heading back down.
It was great. You could see around you for miles… and you feel like you’re falling… forever and ever…
We were taught a very interesting way of getting down, as since it was so slippery going up, we could now use it as an advantage to go down. We went down sliding and slipping, which was very fun, only if I hadn’t been worrying about my shoes.
I must say here that I was very, very slow, as I was a paranoid woman and I currently had no friction on my soles so Mr. Lim and Hazel led me down for the earlier part while later, Tai Yong and Jeremy joined us when we caught up with the whole group.
After we reached back to base camp, it was packing up time and we had to descend all the way down, which meant that since we trekked from 2 am to 11am (breakfast!) we had to continue from 12.15pm all the way to around 7 or 8pm.
At least 17 hours of trekking.
We managed it in the end. It was rather enjoyable, I know as I had my pack removed as I had no friction on my shoes and had switched shoes with the guide to prevent me from holding everyone up by being so slow. We walked over the same things, hills and savannahs, with a dash of mist here and there. The weather was cold and brisk; the sun was not shining that much as it was quite cloudy, forever threatening to rain but never raining.
ODACians have a very interesting problem. Everywhere we go, almost everywhere, it will rain. I believe that this has to do with our rain making abilities, as each one of us has a chance, a relatively low one to make rain come, however when you join up the ODACians, the combined effect of all our chances must be relatively high as rain clouds just love us.
The only reason why it didn’t rain in Rinjani was because we were above the clouds practically all the time.
We were behind Agapera and Jia Chang, who was an amusing pair of trekking buddies.
Agapera stepped in cow dung. Chang Tai never allowed her to forget it.
Jia Chang went behind me as we sort of switched partners. He and I had a very enjoyable talk, ranging from theme songs to anime to movies to food and drink. I believe that Chang Tai and Agapera had a similar conversation, except that it was peppered with Chang Tai’s teasing of Agapera for stepping in cow dung.
Fariha injured her knee here. She was carried by a porter, who carried another back pack and ran all the way back to town in the fading light. Mr. Lim saw that and since I looked like I had problems with going down this small slope, he asked me:
‘Nellyn, do you want me to carry you down?’
My immediate reply: ‘No.’
‘Wa! Straight away say no! At least give me some face la!’
I was thinking. My first thought was hell no, I’ve got pride; the second was you’re a guy, don’t be stupid and I can’t remember the third thought.
We walked through a bit of jungle and then some rice fields and were pretty freaked out by the scarecrows in the rice fields.
At the end of the trek, we were welcomed back into civilisation with soft drinks in glass bottles!
Wheeee. We went back to our hotels, bathed for the first time in four days (the water became brown. I swear) and then played cards till 2am again.
I had three blisters on my left foot and two on my right.
The next day, we went to a waterfall somewhere near the hotel and played there. It was painful for me but I managed to get under the thunder of ice cold water that was simply pounding the rock. It became worst when the wind blew.
We had lots of fun there; we walked around, splashed water, sat down in the rapids and pretended that it was a Jacuzzi while Kenneth and Jonathan washed their hair for the first time in five days.
Go figure.
After the refreshing bath, we went to change and left our hotel, visiting town for a spot of shopping. Only having an hour, we obviously didn’t buy much, only food and little things.
In the evening, we reached our other hotel, some Sengigi Reef hotel if I am right, that was dark, and creepy and well… dark.
See even here I have to chase people. The lights were yellow and thus we were severely creeped out. The rooms were separate from each other, like little huts on their own. Fariha, Rachel and I were innocently relaxing in our rooms when someone tapped very hard on our windows and made faces, shocking us silly. Fariha and I jumped up immediately and chased the rascals down.
They turned out to be Kenneth and Jia Chang. Fariha went after Kenneth while I went after Jia Chang.
Kenneth had a very interesting way of defeating Fariha. After she got him cornered at the balcony of one of the rooms, Kenneth told her to take three steps back before they played scissors-paper-stone using their left hands (which Fariha won) and she moved in for the kill then Kenneth told her to move back three steps again and play scissors-paper-stone again using her right hand and she obeyed and he jumped over the railing of the balcony and ran off.
My chase with Jia Chang could be very simply summarised in this conversation:
‘I didn’t do anything! Kenneth was the one who knocked on your windows! I just stood there!’
‘Then why did you run?!’
‘Because you were chasing?!’
We had lots of fun at the last night. There was supposed to be this party for Jia Wen as it was her birthday but we didn’t go as we were too tired. I didn’t sleep well, the air-conditioning was freezing and I only had a thin sheet to protect me from the cold. Okay and my clothes. But that was all!
The next day, we had to get ready to leave for sunny Singapore. I was the first to awake, getting the least sleep of all as I kept waking up throughout the night. we had our last breakfast, I did some last minute shopping with the resident hawkers, not buying much again (argh), getting a shirt at 30,000 rupee, which is about $6 while Mr. Chin, who brought before me, brought 2 shirts at 70,000 rupee.
His face was quite amusing.
In the end, we packed up and bid farewell to Rinjani and its beauty, trading it all back for sunny weather and technology. The airport was rather quaint. We played a lot of bridge again. Actually I slept. I had lent my cards to people who wanted to play.
And when I came home, I stayed up till 3am, being online and sending my pictures to Meiying, who fell asleep at around 5pm. Technology works wonders for the mind.

This trip has really been insightful. I’ve become closer to my friends, I’ve found out stuff about people that I never knew about, and generally discovered myself once again. Indeed, there will be many memories of Rinjani, whether they are happy or not. We shall treasure them, like how a pearl is carefully polished until it shines.
This is just a starter though. Mr. Chin says that we might be going to Taiwan at the end of the year to climb a Jade Mountain or whatever. Fantastic. I can almost see Detritus coming after me. And Mr. Chin says that it’s going to be colder and harder than Rinjani…

I’ll have to say, seven pages! Almost twice of what XL ordered. I am happy.
I believe I can write a little more if I tried but it’s close to 4am it the morning now and I started this at around 1am in the morning, which is wonderful for 3 hours worth of work.
I shall moan a bit more though.
Oh man I haven’t done much of my homework, I haven’t started studying in the first place and I will die a terrible death! Eeeeeeeeeeeeek!
And I have 20 newspaper reviews to do.
Excellent business.
But I am currently wasting my time on Howl’s Moving Castle, having finally watched it on Youtube.com and I can actually understand the story, which is ‘dead charming’ I quote from a writer in fanfiction.net.
Howl is hot, man. He almost replaced Dark Mousy. But Dark shall forever have a place, as I shall remember him with a sort of fondness.
Together with Sesshoumaru-sama and everyone else! I am currently mad about the Howl’s Moving Castle theme song, which is called the Merry Go round of Life or something, and it really sounds like a merry-go-round in the movie!
I watched the English version as the person hadn’t finished loading the Japanese version up on youtube.com. Howl was voiced by Christian Bale. Oh man…!
But the story still was very nice. I liked the way Hayao Miyazaki put in Howl’s ability to change into a bird. A big, fluffy blue-black bird. Ah Hayao rocks. No wonder he had so much success with Spirited Away, with a long big dragon like Kohaku flying around.
And the art! Oh man. The animation was flawless. Ah I am practically inspired to write a Howl and Sophie ficlet.
But I have lots of work to do. And today is a great big fish. Wish me luck in my mid years, for I shall need it. More so than you.
It’s 4am, XL and I’ve done just 8 pages. Be grateful. And ditch your problem. It’s hopeless.

And to all who lasted this long: your reward would be my 300+MB worth of pictures. Rejoice!

Posted by norbert at 6/16/2006 04:12:00 AM