<?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-10895488</id><updated>2011-05-06T11:14:03.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>existential angst</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-115056099293573402</id><published>2006-06-17T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:16:32.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all the 20 people. Ok tag at least 5 people. Ready? Start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Mari&lt;br /&gt;2.Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;3.Iz&lt;br /&gt;4.Nat&lt;br /&gt;5.Fran&lt;br /&gt;6.Tash&lt;br /&gt;7.Anisha&lt;br /&gt;8.Chin Yang&lt;br /&gt;9.Victor&lt;br /&gt;10. Manfred&lt;br /&gt;11.Sean&lt;br /&gt;12.Cheng Hong&lt;br /&gt;13.Stef&lt;br /&gt;14.Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;15.Yao Zong&lt;br /&gt;16. Rachael&lt;br /&gt;17. Zoe&lt;br /&gt;18.Audy&lt;br /&gt;19. Sabby&lt;br /&gt;20.the other Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now for the questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did you meet 14? FSV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What would you do if you had never met 1? I'll be depressed. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would you do if 20 &amp; 9 dated? Man that would be just so weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did you ever like 19? of course! but not romantically! as a fantastically fab friend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Would 6 &amp; 17 make a good couple? NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe 3. Random, whimsical and a great advisor. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you think 8's attractive? LOL. HMMM.... he's the hot guy in my life right now. j/k. look at his lasalle photo 'levis ad' shots. hahahahaha, man, i need SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Tell me something about 7. Oh evil one, who lives way way way way..... down there. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you know any of 12's family? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's 8's favourite? Photo outings. geez, cant get enough of them can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would you do if 18 just confessed that he/she likes you? o_O hahaha. Love you lots audy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What language does 15 speaks? Chinese and English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who is going out with 9? countless. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How old is 16 now? seventeen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When's the last time you talked to 13? um... the last lasalle course she attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is 2's favourite singer/band? er, alot of bands, but i know she likes eisley. =D oh and MICHELLE BRANCH. how could we forget michelle branch?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you ever date 4?  i cant, Nat is gonna find her Hot russian guy soon. damn. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever date 7? how can you associate me with these kind of people?! hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 15 single? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is 10's last name? Seet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11? HAHAHA, riiigghhttt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What school does 3 goes to? CJC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where does 6 lives? Chancery court! near me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's your favourite thing about 5? She's wonderfully sweet and ever supportive. YAY FRAN! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you seen number 1 naked? oh my god?!?! er like, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to blog about other stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-115056099293573402?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/115056099293573402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=115056099293573402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/115056099293573402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/115056099293573402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-114623452679351925</id><published>2006-04-28T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T07:28:46.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living for the weekends</title><content type='html'>I practically live for the weekends. JC2 is nothing short of monotonous study. But i guess that's the way the system works doesnt it?  Hmmm... half the JC2 level is suicidal, hahaha.  Wonderful. There is Literature Night to look forward to though. Sounds like a pretty interesting event, and i think it's a great idea that the Lit faculty came up with. Now, we have a sort of 'arts night' and it's going to be held at the ARTS HOUSE. *grins widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaysers! Iz made me watch Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind. THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME WATCH THAT MOVIE. IT IS A GOOD MOVIE. it has a nice quality about it: it's disturbing, weird, aesthetically-beautiful screenshots, spontaneous camera angles and motion, and a FANTASTIC SOUNDTRACK. Not to mention it has a well written script too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-114623452679351925?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/114623452679351925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=114623452679351925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/114623452679351925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/114623452679351925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2006/04/living-for-weekends.html' title='Living for the weekends'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-114312933311065879</id><published>2006-03-23T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:55:33.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chin Yang's birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Chin Yang's birthday! so, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIN YANG! again. lol. It was really good fun. We had black forrest cake and we gave him an aqua camera. hahaha, so Chin Yang wouldnt you agree? then we rushed to watch V for Vendetta! IT IS A GOOD MOVIE. GO AND WATCH IT. All literature students should watch it, the script writing is really good. Ahhh, dystopian influences. Very reminiscent of Brave New World to a certain extent...without the cloning. Did i mention the scriptwriting is good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quotes from V for Vendetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from trailer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Evey Hammond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: You're getting back at them for what they did to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915989/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: What was done to me was monstrous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Evey Hammond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Then&lt;/span&gt; they created a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;: This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evey Hammond: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915989/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what. And what I am is a man in a mask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Evey Hammond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: I can see that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915989/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Of course you can. I am not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of&lt;/span&gt; asking a masked man who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, that one was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creedy: We've swept this place. All you've got are your knives and your silly karate thing. We've got guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915989/"&gt;V&lt;/a&gt;: No, what you've got are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty of them I will no longer be standing, because if I am then you will all be dead before you can reload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fangirls V*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from trailer]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0915989/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;: Beneath&lt;/span&gt; this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cinematography is really good too. V's costume is fantastic. He kinda looks a little like my Court Jester Fashion figure from my O level AEP project...lol. All Hail the Wachowski Brothers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-114312933311065879?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/114312933311065879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=114312933311065879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/114312933311065879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/114312933311065879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2006/03/chin-yangs-birthday.html' title='Chin Yang&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-114044968860319150</id><published>2006-02-20T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T07:34:48.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled 87</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Go Figure - &lt;em&gt;Everlife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you learned the game of life&lt;br /&gt;All the rules seen arent right&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so wrong to even try&lt;br /&gt;But taking a chance never felt so right&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dream&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be&lt;br /&gt;The center of the story&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think its going&lt;br /&gt;You find a way to keep it going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you fall before you fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you laugh when you should cry&lt;br /&gt;Go figure&lt;br /&gt;When things got messed up&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to give up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed right but turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so dangerous to play it safe&lt;br /&gt;You get what you want by giving it away&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your trying so hard to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;When all you needed to be was yourself&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything you've wanted seems&lt;br /&gt;It's never just one meaning&lt;br /&gt;When life starts making sense&lt;br /&gt;The world is upside down again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you fall before you fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you laugh when you should cry&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, go figure&lt;br /&gt;When things got messed up&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to give up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed right but turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, go figure&lt;br /&gt;Whoa,  go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think your destiny was a one way street&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be ready for anything&lt;br /&gt;Just set your whole life free, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you fall before you fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you laugh when you should cry&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, go figure&lt;br /&gt;When things got messed up&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to give up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed right but turned out fine&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you fall before you fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you laugh when you should cry&lt;br /&gt;Go figure&lt;br /&gt;When things got messed up&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to give up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seemed right but turned out fine yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure, go figure&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is rather apt, for certain sections.&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the over-used-made-cliche-but-still-very-apt-hallmarkworthy-inspirational quote....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When life gives you lemons, make lemonade."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is life without it's little ups and downs yes? It'd be rather boring wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks you guys, wouldn't have made it through without you all. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-114044968860319150?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/114044968860319150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=114044968860319150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/114044968860319150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/114044968860319150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2006/02/untitled-87.html' title='untitled 87'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-113526633186995735</id><published>2005-12-22T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T07:45:31.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled 009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;looks&lt;/strong&gt; at the last post's date*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wow. It's been a &lt;strong&gt;looooong&lt;/strong&gt; time since i last updated. A &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt;, long, time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Holidays&lt;/strong&gt; are almost &lt;strong&gt;ending&lt;/strong&gt; and school is going to &lt;em&gt;re-open&lt;/em&gt;... and I've not finished my Holiday Homework!!! &lt;strong&gt;6&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;economics&lt;/em&gt; articles and I've yet to finish reading Joseph Conrad's &lt;strong&gt;over flowery&lt;/strong&gt; novel Heart of &lt;strong&gt;Darkness&lt;/strong&gt; for Literature. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;FSV's &lt;em&gt;SVA&lt;/em&gt; film &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; niceeee. I hope we win &lt;strong&gt;P L A T I N U M&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glue guns&lt;/strong&gt; are &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; tools. So &lt;strong&gt;convenient&lt;/strong&gt;, so &lt;strong&gt;easy&lt;/strong&gt;, sticks almost everything within a &lt;strong&gt;60 second&lt;/strong&gt; time frame. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;organised &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my room. Now everything is &lt;strong&gt;CATEGORISED&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;yeaaahh&lt;/em&gt;, everything is &lt;strong&gt;NEAT&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*scrambles to &lt;strong&gt;re-arrange&lt;/strong&gt; sketchbooks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OCD, &lt;strong&gt;indeed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hey, there's &lt;em&gt;glitter&lt;/em&gt; on my keyboard... &lt;strong&gt;where &lt;/strong&gt;did that come from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gah&lt;/strong&gt;, great now it's on my finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go away&lt;/strong&gt; glitter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;gone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;oh no &lt;strong&gt;wait&lt;/strong&gt;. It's on the &lt;em&gt;table&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*brushes glitter &lt;em&gt;away&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;, now it is &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Green&lt;/strong&gt; is a nice &lt;em&gt;colour&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's  d r i z z l i n g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh no! no more &lt;strong&gt;green tea&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;em&gt;fridge&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; i &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; create a &lt;strong&gt;photo&lt;/strong&gt; collage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is some &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;random&lt;/strong&gt; post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-113526633186995735?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/113526633186995735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=113526633186995735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/113526633186995735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/113526633186995735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled-009.html' title='Untitled 009'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-113154633637577964</id><published>2005-11-09T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:25:36.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled 008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PW IS OVERRRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I shall stress that again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PW IS OVERRRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahhhh, i feel FREE! FREE AGAINNN! I shall now have a life. Draw and draw and draw. I need to draw. I've been drawing-deprived since ages ago. This will not do. Drawing is my lifesource, and I'm already dead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OP concluded today. It was rather nerve wrecking and IT decided that today was the day to take a day off. Wonderful. Damn technology. The speakers of the class weren't working and we got delayed for HALF AN HOUR just so that we could get the sound working. Sound was important because we were showing a video that was crucial to our project so we had to wait for replacement speakers to be brought in. What made it more embarassing was that the other groups did not require the sound system and we were the first group and holding everyone up because we demanded something that they didn't need. Ah well, so we were stuck infront of the classroom waiting helplessly for a replacement sound system. Izyanti asked if anybody could do stand up comedies to entertain the class while we waited. Unfortunately, none of us are talented in that area of expertise, so she ended up asking the class, "so, what did you guys have for breakfast today?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So anyway, Man Ho (school's chief technician) didn't bring replacement desktop speakers. He brought an AMP. Yes. He brought an AMP. For our mini presentation. I wanted to burst out laughing. It worked, very well in fact. Yeah, Man Ho you rock! Then when he found out that i was in the team that could not find the reason why the sound system wasn't working he started laughing because obviously it is very ironic when the sound system cannot be repaired and the team has someone who works with the school's sound system very often and is supposed to know it well...ie, me.  yeah, stop laughing. I feel bad enough already. And it's not my fault, i work with speakers that actually WORK. i can adjust amps, ok, but the INTERNAL school system??? Yes, so what a start to a very crucial examination presentation. But the presentation went smoothly, to our relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After sitting through all the other presentations, we went back to the registering room and handed in our completed PW file. It was a sentimental moment. hahaha. my whole group even took a photo with all our hands on the project work file and then we took a group photo after that. yes we are lame, but it was fun. I think the other groups thought we were mad or something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we headed to town for some lunch and for once, we were eating lunch together without having to discuss PW stuff. After which Sam, Pam and I headed to Kino to browse through books. Sam left after awhile, but me and Iz stayed in the GRAPHIC DESIGN SECTION, fixated on colourful picturessss. I only recently found out that KINO HAS A FANTASTIC GRAPHIC DESIGN AND FASHION DESIGN SECTION! * random background people: You didn't know there was such a section?!?!* I could stay there for HOURS just browsing through the books. Ahhhhh....the designs, the art atmosphere, i could soak it all in. WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE??? I think Iz and I spent two hours there just flipping through books and art magazines. And we only left after two hours ( we would have stayed longer) because there was a sudden surge in customers patronising that particular section and us plonking ourselves there and blocking the books wasn't very nice. I found two books that i wanted so badly. Each are about $50 plus dollars. Certainly doesn't cater to people with student allowances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we headed to another wonderful place: ART FRIEND. Things there are overpriced but i cant help but look at all the nice art stuff they bring in. But I still prefer the Art friend at Bras Basah Complex. That's the original art friend. This one is a COPY and they're too commercialised. They were selling Christmas ornaments... in an Art store. It just displaces the whole art atmosphere. And you get all these random people laughing hysterically and playing with the feather boas in the store because the store is located in Ngee Ann City, and it really irks me. Can these people stop making a mockery of the store by playing with the feather boas? At least at Bras Basah, all the people shopping there are serious about art and what they are going to buy and they dont laugh hysterically with feather boas. And ok, sorry but a little elitist artist sentiment there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then we headed to Popular because i wanted to spend my popular voucher that i received for honours day at IJ before it expires and I SAW THE MOST AMAZING THING EVER. I saw this black carrier box with DIVIDERS. YES, DIVIDERS. WONDERFUL DIVIDERS,  it was the perfect way to store and categorise my graphic resource collection. It looks so niceeee. and do you know what's even better? the box file came with SUB DIVIDERS. yeah, SUB DIVIDERS MAN, SUB DIVIDERS. And now my whole messy collection and be stored neatly, perfectly categorised, in a lovely black box file. black box file...black carrier box file... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I truly have OCD don't I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But yeah, black carrier box file... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ZNT Fund: $17  ( lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&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/10895488-113154633637577964?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/113154633637577964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=113154633637577964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/113154633637577964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/113154633637577964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/11/untitled-008.html' title='Untitled 008'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112998921588295086</id><published>2005-10-22T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T06:53:35.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZNAT fund</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZNT Fund&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zara-Needs-a-Tablet Fund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, Zara needs a tablet. She really does. She's thinking of doing graphic design for a living, and without a tablet, she is, indeed, doomed because a tablet is an essential item in the graphic design industry. So, she really needs a tablet to create graphic art works to survive as a graphic designer. However, as Murphy's Law prevails, despite her passion for graphic designing, life is unfair. It is very unfortunate that a Wacom (ALL HAIL WACOM!) intuos 9 inch by 12 inch tablet is an astounding $300+++. Yes, an astonishing amount. Therefore, currently, Zara is living the life of a starving artist. She tries to save a portion of her allowance each week to contribute to this fund. However, donations and contributions will be extremely helpful to her. So it is hoped that you will contribute to the ZNT fund and therefore encourage the flow of creative energy and support the expansion of her creative horizons.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you wish to donate to the ZNT Fund (thank you!), Zara is contactable via tagboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&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/10895488-112998921588295086?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112998921588295086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112998921588295086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112998921588295086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112998921588295086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/10/znat-fund.html' title='ZNAT fund'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112921106275906114</id><published>2005-10-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T06:44:22.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled 008</title><content type='html'>The promotional examinations are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they've been over for quite sometime now, 3rd October to be exact. The cliche euphoria and relief that follows the end of examinations has come and gone rather quickly. It is amazing and rather ironical that I'm feeling stressed even after the horror of examinations has passed. So many events have happened to make me even more psychologically pressurized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy with so many school-related activites it is absurd that such a timetable exists. The members of Film Sound and Video have been worked to the BONE. I'm not kidding. I don't even think that the organizers or school event planners even considered our situation!I don't think they realise that ten people are being driven to their graves with work. Straight after promos ended (woohoo, yay) FSV has to meet up to organize duties and our booth for openhouse on Saturday. Mind you, it was a thursday that we ended promos so hmmm... Yes, I know other CCAs have to arrange for the openhouse too but it was especially tiring for us because besides organising the booth, we have to plan duties for the openhouse for three separate locations in school with two external sound systems and we were stretched so thinly to cover the event. On top of that, four of the members had to finish up and edit the JC2 video montage and they have been staying back in school for weeks on end working a 12 hour and sometimes more, schedule. They put in a whopping 55 hours locked up in the emac lab, to complete that video in time for the deadline. Since they're untouchable for any event as they have been given video montage editing to do, I only had 7 people to work with for all the events. Openhouse, 9 to 5 on Saturday including rehearsals from 2.30 to 5 on thursday and friday, Post exam activites on Monday, JC2 grad day rehearsals on Monday and wednesday and duty for the actual thing on Thursday. It's been crazy. really crazy. But do you know what? These events have not only bonded us more closely as a CCA (through all the serpent clan complaints lol...) but it has really displayed how united and strong we are. Even amidst all the chaos and stressful situations that arose during the events, FSV has always been there for each other. Under pressure, we still work so well as a team, there was great cooperation. All of us knew the sacrifices and accomodations that we had to make in order to make things work and I'm really grateful to have such an understanding and loyal team. Even though problems arose, we were there to solve them and execute them together and even though the CCA was split into two groups ( the event team and the video montage team) and hardly got to see each other, we still managed to stand strong and accomodate both sides to ensure things get done. Both sides never failed to check up on the other side to ask if there was anything they needed help with or anything they could do to make work easier, both sides never forgot the other side. That kind of selflessness is hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I think we've all risen to a higher level all together. We're not just casual CCA members to each other anymore, we're all really close friends, the kind where you can just be yourself and not have to put up a facade just to ensure peace within the CCA, the kind that actually cares for each other and bothers to make the effort to be a part of each other's lives. The kind that has a place in your heart beyond the boundaries of normal school activity. We do things for each other not because "Oh, i HAVE to if not I'll be kicked out and I'll be CCA-less and get into trouble" but rather because, we WANT to as we've forged such incredible friendships.  Yes, I know, this is all so soppy and nostalgic but seriously, that's really how much we've grown and I'm so happy to have friends like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, promo results are going to be released soon... *sounds of impending doom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am sick with a blocked nose that has exacerbated into a full blown flu with the works. Yeah, the works, meaning a blocked nose, blocked ears, a sore throat and clogged mucus. Wonderful, i feel as if my head is constantly underwater. In fact, my ears are blocked so badly i actually find it hard to hear people. A conversation in the noisy CANTEEN goes something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This actually happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Zar&lt;br /&gt;Zar: *drawing* and *does not respond*&lt;br /&gt;Stef: Zar!&lt;br /&gt;Zar: *still drawing*&lt;br /&gt;Anisha: ZAR!&lt;br /&gt;Tash: ZAR!&lt;br /&gt;Stef, Anisha and Tash: ZARRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zar: *finally looks up* did you say something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Stef, Anisha and Tash look exasperated]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stef: gah yes i did. I asked you what are you drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Zar: huh? *because all she hears is muffled mumblings*&lt;br /&gt;Stef: I said, I asked you kjewoewfhfoihfsdof~~~!&lt;br /&gt;Zar: What?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Stef: I said, suifgewgffulefhdjshfud~~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zar: WHAT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Stef: I SAID, I ASKED YOU WHAT ARE YOU DRAWING!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Zar: OHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's quite a troubling matter. And i have to ask them if I'm speaking abnormally loud because i can't even hear myself speak. yeeesh, i hope this flu goes away soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112921106275906114?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112921106275906114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112921106275906114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112921106275906114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112921106275906114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/10/untitled-008.html' title='untitled 008'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112773732767239498</id><published>2005-09-26T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T05:22:07.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROMOTIONAL EXAMINATIONS</title><content type='html'>The promotional examinations are in session!!! TWO WHOLE WEEKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am going into 'study hibernation' now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Plonks an intimidating set of books on the table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Promptly faints*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112773732767239498?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112773732767239498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112773732767239498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112773732767239498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112773732767239498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/09/promotional-examinations.html' title='PROMOTIONAL EXAMINATIONS'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112609191316685983</id><published>2005-09-07T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T00:36:39.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank youssss....</title><content type='html'>I didn't blog about this yesterday because by the time i reached home i was pretty tired but TODAY, yes, i shall blog about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FSV FOR ARRANGING THE BIRTHDAY OUTING YESTERDAY!!!!!=DDD It was really fun and you guys are like family to me! You all are SUPER FANTASTIC FRIENDS!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i went to meet FSV for dinner to celebrate my birthday. We had decided the day before to go for it but we took AGES to decide where to have dinner. So we decided to exercise what we have learnt in all those &lt;em&gt;lovely&lt;/em&gt; *cough* social studies lessons especially from the chapter about Venice and practice balloting. And we balloted ThaiExpress so yeap, that's where we went. We got there and made a hell alot of noise because we were taking endless amounts of pictures and how very apt was that behaviour considering we are from a CCA that encourages the passion for photography. Hmmm, maybe we're just so tired of taking photos for the rest of the school we switched to taking photos for ourselves. It was funny anyway, you could see Sean adjusting the flash and everything like it was some school event. hahaha... anyway, yes, taking alot of photos, making alot of noise, such that we got disapproving stares from members of the public who were trying to enjoy their meals in peace. We ate and talked, it was really nice, enjoying each other's company. Then they brought out A CAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was when my life ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They brought out the cake and started to sing Happy Birthday in the RESTAURANT INFRONT OF PEOPLE. YES, PEOPLE. As much as i pleaded with them not to sing the song, they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i think i could just crawl under a rock and remain there for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really embarassing and no, wait there's more. They proceeded to sing the song in CHINESE. CHINESE. CHINESE. THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. AND YES, TO SING THE SONG AGAIN A SECOND TIME... I considered the plastic cake knife... but damn it was just too blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the chinese song kinda died away halfway through because it became really weird and people were staring so... hahaha, but thanks you guys for singing the song. I guess it must have been kinda hard to get the song going infront of the patrons of the restaurant too. =D Yay, then there was cake cutting and cake eating. I could cut Victor and steffi's birthday cake fine but somehow i couldnt cut this cake properly for some strange reason, so the table was covered in chocolate smudges from the chocolate icing that landed on the table. We then headed to some place (I forgot the name of the location) to play pool. Ok, I'm horrible at pool but it's kinda fun. Me, Stef and Atiqah were on one team against a one person team of Ian and got thrashed by him in 3 straight games, one of which he was being nice and just took away two balls from our team and we STILL got thrashed. How very shameful. But then again, it's just a game, and we had fun while playing it. And how are we supposed to win when we're up against some pool expert like Ian. The probability of us winning is 1:847548934540243853490587438757348578. It was pretty late after we finished playing pool so we left for home. I just want to say again, FSV you guys are the best. =) oh yes, and thank you for the bag too! I love it!, it's so prettyyy and shinnnyyyyy!=D I used it today when i went out for dinner. haha... oh yes and Steffi made me a birthday card from the whole of FSV. It is a card in the shape of a palette with paint smears and quotes from artists like Salvador Dali and Jackson Pollock lining the edges! It makes me smile whenever i look at it. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and BIG THANK YOU to everyone who smsed me happy birthdays, wished me happy birthday on MSN as well as those who wrote birthday testimonials too. =D I feel so warm and fuzzy inside...hahaha... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112609191316685983?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112609191316685983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112609191316685983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112609191316685983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112609191316685983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/09/thank-youssss.html' title='Thank youssss....'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112550474952241989</id><published>2005-08-31T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:12:29.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia overwhelms me...</title><content type='html'>Teachers' Day was pretty interesting today, not to mention nostalgic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's how the day went. I didn't need to do AV duty today for the Teacher's Day celebrations so i had the rare opportunity to arrive at school at 7.25am on a event day. Yes, very rare. But considering i stayed up to 2am to finish making teachers' day cards... I didn't get much extra sleep either. Speaking of Teachers Day Cards... I had the fantastic time with my NEW GLUE GUN!!!=D Oh my goodness, Glue Guns are the most useful and fantastic tools in the WORLD! Everyone should get one! The glue is stronger and easier to render and you can stick stuff immediately and waiting time for the glue to dry has been shortened to a mere 60 SECONDS! 60 SECONDS I TELL YOU?!?!How COOL IS THAT!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i just digressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps, arrived, and got everyone to sign the cards for Mr Lee and Mr Tay, it was pretty difficult, they were everywhere. And me and Chin Yang only got the Teacher's day presents the night before... Sean asked us to try and find a purple Hippo Soft toy for them. Er, like of all the random things to SAY?!?! Purple Hippo??? But we went into a scarily pink and happy gift shop, withstood the torturous pink decor and actually found, yes you guessed it, a purple hippo. Hmmm, Sean seems well versed with regard to soft toys...I wonder why... Anyway, we found other er, cute, stuff, but we had to consider the age of our teachers so we bought this keyring thing where a dog "eats" up your keys. hahaha... Back to Teachers Day, yes, there was a mini mass and a concert. Actually, I'm glad I'm still in a school where they hold mass because my other IJ friends really miss the whole "mass" culture in other JCs such as Hwa Chong and NJ, they miss singing the hymns, the readings, everything! So I'm thankful that I am still able to enjoy a bit of my secondary school's practices in my current school. ( even though I'm not Catholic....Mass has become more of a IJ characteristic, an "IJ Thing" that I would miss if I went to a different JC. Especially the most unpeaceful sign of peace that can only be observed in IJ. You have people running from all of the place, one end of the hall to the other just to give people the sign of peace. Hahaha...but it's so fun...) Anyway, the concert was not bad, considering i watched the rehearsals for it before the actual day. They managed to refine it and it turned out well.=) Madam Damo was very pleased with the bouquet of roses that we got for her. ( yes, we know flowers will wither and die but the euphoria and emotion of receiving a lovely bunch of flowers is pretty amazing too.) And we promised her 18 pieces of GP essays on friday as a present. uh oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the celebrations, FSV had a debrief on the event. Hmmm... We learnt many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that done, I went back to IJ with a whole group of CJ IJ old girls. It was very nostalgic. I miss IJ!!! I was to meet Mari at the bust stop opposite school. We packed into the 156 that took forever to come and were squashed in the front of the bus amidst all the excited chatter. The bus driver almost missed the IJ Stop! Oh my goodness, doesn't he see a whole bunch of blue people rambling about IJ squashed infront where he is? Oh well, we got down and I found out that Mari was on the exact same bus i was on, it was just too packed to see her at the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVEN'T TALKED TO MARI FOR SOOOO LOOONGGGGG! Missed her so much! We went to visit our teachers and as we walked around school, we caught up with old friends whom we haven't seen since March, old teachers and even stopped to chat with the principal who was walking by. It was very nostalgic. I even missed the dusty AEP studio with it's ink-stained turpentine coated sinks and the mouldy packets of clay in the corner. The AEP studio holds many memories... Sigh, anyway, i think a large number of IJ girls have been convinced by the CJC propaganda spread by the CJC IJ Old girls that went back. Hehehe...YAY! It was practically a mini CJ at IJ, everywhere was so, blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and mari went to have lunch at Orchard and the weirdest thing happened. We were walking to the bus stop behind the MRT station where the green fields and pathways are, when some old sick and twisted man flashed me and my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, he flashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us were pretty stunned for a moment. But I steered mari away after awhile because i think she was still in shock and couldn't move. At the bus stop, Mari called the police and guess what? and auto message said: our operators are all fully occupied at the moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on EARTH?!?!?! What if i had called that hotline when I was running away from a murderer trying to hack me to pieces?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was still a pretty hilarious and interesting experience anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112550474952241989?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112550474952241989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112550474952241989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112550474952241989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112550474952241989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/08/nostalgia-overwhelms-me.html' title='Nostalgia overwhelms me...'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112351289828792889</id><published>2005-08-08T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:54:58.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>National Day celebrations in school</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for ages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, here's what happened today. We had National Day celebrations in school today. Half day/slack day for students, stress period for Film Sound and Video Society (FSV). Yes, it was very stressful. We practically planned the whole event two weeks in advance. Who is doing the photo/video/sound duties, which area you will be covering, rehearsals, setting up of external sound systems. Tiring, very tiring. So when today finally came, we were pretty worn out. But we managed to cover the event effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived late because of torrential rain. The five new members and Chin Yang had already arrived and set up the equipment for the external system. As it was Victor's birthday, we decided on a cake to celebrate and since we missed steffi's birthday on Thursday too, we celebrated Victor and her birthday together!=D after covering the system in trash bags to keep it from getting wet from the gusts of rain soaked wind, i passed around birthday cards for the members to sign it. Thank goodness Manfred warned me about victor and steffi's consecutive arrivals and I managed to hide the cards in time. However, it was increasingly difficult to get everyone to sign the card as victor and steffi were EVERYWHERE!!! After a while i gave up and brandished the cards at Victor and Steffi's faces saying, "These are your birthday cards ok? I will be passing it around to get it signed because you all seem to be everywhere and keeping the cards a secret is becoming impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the cards got signed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebrations kicked off. We ran and jumped, skipped everything you can imagine, to get good shots of the event. Lester switched lens with me so that i could use his fantastic telephoto lens! It's super i tell you! The zoom on that thing is amazing! You can get close ups a mile away! I bet the paparazzi has one of those. Oh yes, and having a lens with superior zoom capability allows Lester to take clear shots of &lt;em&gt;Zha bo&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sp?).&lt;/em&gt; ai yo... tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing is that we as photographers and videographers get exempted from (the horror!) mass dance! hehehe... So we had a pretty good time taking shots of the whole student cohort doing a warped hip hop dance. The frills of being AV. The teachers weren't sporting though. After getting an order to photograph Brother Paul and the teachers doing mass dance, i raced to the back where they were and to my dismay, they weren't doing the dance. The most they did was just stand there like sticks and sway. So much for interesting pictures. Brother Paul was only clapping his hands. -__-; Anyway, the sound system messed up halfway and stopped while the dance was still carrying on! I dont know what happened up there at the sound table, but man hoe the AV head for CJC looked pretty stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the rest of the day made up for "interesting". Much to my surprise, the Jazz up Singapore! concert was rather entertaining. there were cheerleading segments, skits and even a rather disturbing but very entertaining and hilarious hakka and skit segment performed by the Rugby team which exuded homosexual connotations. (there was butt wacking and lian poses...) I almost died laughing while taking photos for the segment. They won first for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing of National day songs ensued to instill some patriotic spirit within us apathetic teens. What came of a surprise again was that majority of the crowd actually participated! and this consists of the aforementioned supposed apathetic teens. People actually sang the songs and some even went as far as to wave their hands in time to the music like those chinese pop concerts. It's the tune, it's catchy i tell you, either that or we are falling prey to subliminal messages being drilled into our unsuspecting heads which have been woven into the songs. Or maybe I'm just being cynical and everybody really did feel patriotic for once in their lives? Man, that Taufik National day song really gets stuck in your head! &lt;em&gt;(* hums* .....*wacks head* What are you singing?!?!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I totally went trigger happy today. I LOVE MY D70S NIKON DIGITAL SLR!!!!!It's so coooooooooooool!!!!! having digital capacity really makes you trigger happy. I was snapping away like anything! I took a shocking amount of about 150 photos for the event alone! Like yikes! That's like 5 rolls of film?!?! But ahhh the wonders of digital photography! All HAIL THE DELETE FUNCTION! But still, I am rather amazed at the number of pictures taken. Victor told me he took 200... However, Chin Yang brought up a really good point. Having a digital SLR is not that good sometimes because you tend to consider the photograph being taken, even less and less, you are not afraid to waste so called "film" because you can just delete the horrid ones later? Thus your compositions of the photograph turn out shoddier? With a film camera, you know you have a limited amount of film that has no delete function and is permanent? So you tend to focus more and consider more before taking the photgraph as you dont want to waste valuable film on horrid photographs that you cant erase? so you end up with nicer photos. So yea...He has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still LOVE MY D70S anyway!!!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest kept the external sound system and the rest of the school raced to Orchard to watch movies (sigh, yes the sad truth. FSV: earliest to come, latest to leave. Oh well what to do? We are school minions of course. We need a minion union! WE HAVE RIGHTS YOU KNOW!?!), Me Sean and Victor went to take pictures of the VIPs and the Gym teams in their outfits and trophies. They took ages to pose for shots. But we managed to get good compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we celebrated Victor and steffi's birthdays with the chocolate cake! And blasted music from the sound room because we had the privilege and the power to. Singing the Birthday Song with the CCA was really great! I mean, we were so united and all, it was really fab. Since we had all the necessary equipment to take group photos and all, tripods and flashes what not, we set up the equipment for a timed informal and formal photograph. Since there were not many people in school, we could take all the time and space we needed and make the most noise we wanted while doing so. We even had a nice flora and fauna background in the pictures! So we took some guai formal shots and had some nice informal ones.  It was super fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Me, Chin Yang and Sean headed to Beauty world to get the photos developed and to have lunch in the process. We were in awe over Lester's superb photos, his techniques and skills are super! We then headed to Cathay to view prices of camera bags and lens cleaning kits. I need a smaller camera bag from the one i am using currently. The current one totally overwhelms me. The people there also tried to overcharge me for the lens cleaning kits, selling it to me for $14 while i knew it was actually $5. Sean says he'll help me buy the lens cleaning kit from another shop he knows who sells it for $5. &lt;em&gt;( damn you shop keepers! trying to cheat me eh? tough luck i've got a photo expert (sean) here!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i headed for home. I reflected on the day's events as i normally do on the bus ride home. FSV so totally rocks i tell you. It's even amazing, or a little disturbing that I'm becoming closer to my CCA than to my class. Hmmm... maybe T3 needs more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's about all!=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112351289828792889?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112351289828792889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112351289828792889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112351289828792889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112351289828792889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/08/national-day-celebrations-in-school.html' title='National Day celebrations in school'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112183315280379261</id><published>2005-07-19T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:19:59.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck at home to stone</title><content type='html'>i hoped you understood me in the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is to portray and mimic the stream of consciousness in my brain as i hasten to type out an entry of my itchy experience with rashes ( still have rashes though...) while enduring the horrible scratchiness that crops up as i type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*itch*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112183315280379261?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112183315280379261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112183315280379261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112183315280379261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112183315280379261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/07/stuck-at-home-to-stone.html' title='stuck at home to stone'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112183273148898877</id><published>2005-07-19T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:12:11.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>itchy itchy scratchy scratchy...</title><content type='html'>Sigh, here                                                                                                         Must&lt;br /&gt;               I am stuck at               ;;;                                                  I hate                  Have been&lt;br /&gt;              Home because            ;;;;;;                They just               rashes                something I&lt;br /&gt;              of these stupid          ;;;;;;;;;              never seem            indeed              ate. The doctor&lt;br /&gt;               irritating and              ;;;;;;               to go away                 ...              said it was an allergic&lt;br /&gt;                   irksome                                           dont they                                  reaction to something&lt;br /&gt;                      spots                     itchy                      ?                                               either inhaled or&lt;br /&gt;                                                 itchy itchy                                                                    eaten. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;                                                  scratchy                              But                                       what is&lt;br /&gt;          damn                                  yes                                I  didn't                                       it??&lt;br /&gt;          rashes             OO                                                eat anything&lt;br /&gt;            =P                OOO                                                 foreign to                                                  Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;                                   OO                                                   my diet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112183273148898877?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112183273148898877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112183273148898877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112183273148898877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112183273148898877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/07/itchy-itchy-scratchy-scratchy.html' title='itchy itchy scratchy scratchy...'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-112031392429788133</id><published>2005-07-02T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T07:18:44.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La de da...</title><content type='html'>YAY! all the "heavy" papers are over. But i still have to do research for Artist models, drawings, colour studies, and prep studies for Art. ( WHO SAYS ART IS EASY!? HUH? HUH? Doesn't mean we dont write essays means that it's a snap.) Ok, too much negative energy there. Oh yes, please no History people from T3 answer my random outburst there. We all know that the argument over 'Art being easier than History and vice versa' will not go anywhere and we will just end up wasting our time babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*small voice in the background, " Art is just as hard as History is!"*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had A level Chinese Orals on Friday. Terrifying? yes. Relieved that it is over? yes. I just realised that that was my LAST EVER Oral for my whole entire LIFE! Woohooooooooo~! No more talking in Chinese and Oral teachers laughing at my wacked sentence structure and english sounding hanyu pinyin!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I have unknowingly taken something so important and significant in life, so ungraciously. GLUE is my friend. Ahhhhh yes. Uhu, Elmer's, Bostik, whatever brand you name, Glue plays a significant role. Today, I was pasting my drawings on to my prep boards and I realised how important glue was. Such a special substance, leaving material neatly stuck onto surfaces without any untidy "tape edges" poking out from behind. And considering i have been pasting prep work for like 4 and a half years, Glue i owe you one. And you know what? the invention of glue has given rise to a different but wonderful creation too! &lt;em&gt;Glitter&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Glue&lt;/em&gt;. Sparklyyyy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's a tribute to Glue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Ode to Glue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glue, oh Glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've stuck to your purpose true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sticking, fusing, mending things,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what joy your work does bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glue, oh Glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You come in many shapes and sizes too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;White, purple, transparent, blue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one sticks stuff like you do Glue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glue, oh Glue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so many hues,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if anyone degrades you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you should sue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There, never underestimate the power of Glue!=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-112031392429788133?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/112031392429788133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=112031392429788133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112031392429788133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/112031392429788133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/07/la-de-da.html' title='La de da...'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-111841547762375233</id><published>2005-06-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:02:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to the Naming Ceremony of my ipod&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, after much thought, i decided that my faithful and wonderful ipod should be given a lovely new name instead of the default 'ipod' that everyone calls it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it's also under the influence of other people naming their belongings that i have decided to name it. For instance, Lester calls is super pro lens for his digital SLR 'Cheryl'. Why Cheryl? I have no idea. Iz is thinking of a new name for her Zen Micro, and Stef has decided to name her new laptop "spot". ( because there's a scenario in a storybook where Dot gets a walking laptop and it is called, yes you guessed it, spot.) Anyway, backkk. I don't know what to name it though. Iz suggests something generic, you know like Jane, or Kate. I think that's a pretty cool suggestion.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here are a few ideas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acronyms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dopi&lt;/strong&gt; ('ipod' backwards...hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pido&lt;/strong&gt; (it sounds like "paedo" as in paedophile...hmm...nah, not a good name).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dipo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;opid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;odip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok this is not working out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;names&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clio&lt;/strong&gt; -From the greek meaning "praise". In Greek mythology, the inventor of heroic and historical poetry, one of the nine muses, daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. [this one sounds short and sweet]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soleil&lt;/strong&gt;- French for "sun" [because of the click wheel.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Echo&lt;/strong&gt;- because it echoes music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeta&lt;/strong&gt;- six letter of the Greek alphabet. [ but my name starts with 'z', so it'll sound a bit stupid if i named my ipod that] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm quite keen on &lt;strong&gt;Echo&lt;/strong&gt;. It sounds nice. It sounds surprisingly androgynous too. Oh well, i think &lt;strong&gt;Echo&lt;/strong&gt; is a nice name. =D Yaysers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tum tum tum tum... ... ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall name my ipod &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ECHO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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/10895488-111841547762375233?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/111841547762375233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=111841547762375233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111841547762375233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111841547762375233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/06/welcome-to-naming-ceremony-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-111556150879472802</id><published>2005-05-08T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T07:11:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm. not. a. funny. person.</title><content type='html'>The Lasalle Video workshop on Saturday truly emphasized that Steffi, Chin Yang, Victor and myself aren't funny people. not here, not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made to act out a commercial for a drink to practice what to act out for the video shoot next week and we chose Green Tea. ( partially because there was a green tea addict in our midst who kept pushing for Green Tea... ie, me.) Althought it was MEANT to be funny, our commercial came out...flat? Besides that, it was pretty fun learning about camera angles and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi *doing some exercise routines* Zara walks in coughing like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Hey Zara, what's the matter with you?&lt;br /&gt;Zara: *cough* I'm coughing really *cough* badly. I've never felt so horrible before. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zara walks out of frame. Victor comes in sneezing violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Victor, what's your problem?&lt;br /&gt;Victor: *sneezes* I'm having a terrible flu. *Sneeze* never seems to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor walks out of frame. Chin Yang walks in hand on forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: What's wrong with you, Chin Yang?&lt;br /&gt;Chin Yang: I have dengue. My fever is really high. I feel faint and dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Yang walks out of frame. Steffi is alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steffi: Hmmm, it seems like the whole world is diseased but me. That's because I drink Green Tea. Green Tea, it's the tea, for me. *Grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a jingle. Fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-111556150879472802?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/111556150879472802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=111556150879472802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111556150879472802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111556150879472802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-not-funny-person.html' title='I&apos;m. not. a. funny. person.'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-111504388275623649</id><published>2005-05-02T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T07:24:42.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>talking to strangers...</title><content type='html'>Hmm, it seems that Iz's and stef's uncanny experiences with strangers in public has rubbed off on me. I've got two incidences to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it was 7.00pm on Friday and I was waiting at the Newton MRT taxi stand for a cab where the queue was excruciatingly long. But I was really tired and so i decided to cab back instead of waiting for the bus. (171 seems to have quite a long interval between buses even though the metal signage says it has an interval of 8 minutes or so...) It was just one of those days where you just wanted to get home fast, and you were too tired to walk after getting off at the bus stop. Well, anyway, after waiting for an endless 30 minutes I finally got a cab. And an interesting conversation starts. [I'm &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and the cab driver's &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, my thoughts are in italics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So how long have you been waiting for a taxi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;For about half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wah! so long. you will never get a taxi at this time one. there's also a hotel up ahead that is directing all available taxis for the hotel guests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, I thought so. Practically all the taxis that past the queue were hired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why you wait for a taxi? So late already might as well take a bus faster. Do you take the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then why didn't you take the bus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought taking a taxi would be faster. And the bus takes a really long time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I didn't want to say i was tired, he'll probably start rambling on about how teenagers these days take things for granted and etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ai ya, at this time take bus faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Er, ok. I'll take the bus next time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;is this cab driver lecturing me? lols...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-brief moment of silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, girl what secondary school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, here we go again. I'm &lt;strong&gt;once again&lt;/strong&gt; and still mistaken for a secondary school student. Sigh, thank goodness I'm used to it. What's ironic about it was that i was wearing my CJC uniform.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm from Catholic Junior College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wah! JC already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;em&gt;i clearly knew what he was think about right about now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Why are you out so late?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;em&gt;This is one kay po(sp?) cab driver, but i guess they do get bored driving around all day. Let alone in Singapore. So I do make an effort to talk to them if they start a conversation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had a workshop in school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;if I said CCA, i would have to explain what CCA was. sometimes you just want to keep things simple. This guy was pretty old.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohhhh, where is your school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Whitley Road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whitley Road? *raises an eyebrow* Then what are you doing at Newton?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oh no, this guy is gonna think I'm some juvenile delinquent that loiters around orchard road even after school at such late hours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I followed my friend to do an errand after my workshop ended.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Which is true because Iz and Tash went to cut their hair.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ohhhh and then you ended up at Newton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Are you from overseas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dots...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erm, no. I'm local.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Local? Local Chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, local Chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;really ah? You don't sound local.&lt;/span&gt; Now that was strange because he was talking in Singlish and my brain automatically switches to singlish in such cases ( I'm serious!) and so i was speaking in some singlish thingy. ok, so maybe all the yes-es and yeahs I typed earlier were all yahs instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I breathe a sigh of relief as I near my destination-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my cab journey. ok, now that i typed it out and re read it, it doesn't sound that weird, except for the you-dont-sound-local part. The next funny conversation with a stranger was in an mrt the next day on the way to Outram Park.&lt;br /&gt;[ stranger= &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;, me=&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, thoughts in italics]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already seated and an Indian man came in at the next stop and sat next to me. I jolted out of my semi-conscious state (it was pretty early in the morning) unsure of whether i missed my stop. I get up and walk over to the section of mrt wall which has the lovely colourful mrt lines and stations printed on it, and i realise that i had a few more stops to go. I walk back to my seat, relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What station are you getting off at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*surprised* Outram Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh? That's 4 stops from here. Don't you worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh ok, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brief period of silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what school are you from?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Yaysers! someone who doesn't make me feel bad by asking me what SECONDARY school I'm from although they may be thinking it in their brain, they don't voice the word ' secondary' aloud. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oh I study in Catholic Junior College.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catholic Junior College? I see, is it still at Whitley Road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it going to move or anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nope, I don't think so. But we've just finished building a Performing Arts Centre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I think he must be wondering whether it's being renovated or moved to somewhere newer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wow. I used to be Vice principal of _____ Secondary school.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I forgot the name...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;really? I see.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;em&gt;I'm genuinely surprised here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, I just retired. I really miss that school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;He goes on a looooong talk about his school, and i nod politely.  I can tell he's really proud of his school-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've been here since Singapore was still a young nation, growing into an economic giant.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;This sounded like a statement from a Social Studies textbook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes, you know? Even though I'm Indian, I'm still so proud to be a Sinagporean and part of this nation. I watched it grow and I'm proud of Singapore! &lt;/span&gt;            &lt;em&gt;I nod politely even though I did find it a bit weird, and the people around the mrt were throwing us weird looks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are so cosmopolitan. We live in such a safe city! What more could we ask for eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I nod, and mumble something incoherent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JC 1or JC 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;JC 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahh, work hard.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;em&gt;oooh yea, don't i know it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next time, should you go overseas to study, come back to Singapore to work ok? don't run away. Or best yet, study in Singapore. We have so many good universities here.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;em&gt;My eyes widen. Man, little does he know that practically everyone wants to get out of this tiny little island. But i keep quiet. I don't want to burst his bubble. I smile anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You see, I did all of my education here in Singapore. Graduate of NUS. Singapore gives a good education. And I stayed with her all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Such patroitic spirit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;I didn't mean for it to sound sarcastic, but it kind of sounded like it was when i said it. uh oh. Thankfully he didn't take it the wrong way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiles and nods happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the robotic voice recording goes, " Outram Park" in cold pseudo cheeriness.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well it's my stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ok, remember. Don't go away ok? Singapore needs more intellectuals like you! *big grin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know that I'm an arts student who aint gonna be a doctor or lawyer. He's probably from the era who worships doctors and lawyers and whose defintion of intellectuals was a doctor or lawyer, like Singapore used to do. Too bad, I'm going into the arts, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Singapore is slowly encouraging the arts. Hopefully there'll be room for some creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-111504388275623649?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/111504388275623649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=111504388275623649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111504388275623649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111504388275623649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/05/talking-to-strangers.html' title='talking to strangers...'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-111312184224921734</id><published>2005-04-10T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:30:42.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Appertures and Shutter timings...</title><content type='html'>Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure. The first three months DOES NOT show you the true blue JC life you would have to experience for the next two years. I'm already piled with work on the second week of starting school proper. We've got homework to do, CCA to cope with, project work, other projects,  ART prep work to draw, sigh there's so much stuff to do. And to think i was going to join a third CCA and NYAA. Ha. ha. ha. ha. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, T3 has morphed, people-wise. Selene has left for Poly, Collin (our mysterious classmate whom we've never met) has left for AC and Safyia has transferred to another class. But wait. There's more. We received three new classmates on consecutive days. First it was Elsa. The next day, Ian came. We were quite disorientated with the influx of new people so when we found Daniel sitting in our row in Economics lecture the next day, we were pretty bewildered. "What? Another one?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, that's our class. At least the four guys aren't too alone. There's six of them now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for FSV's (Film, Sound and Video) first orientation on Wednesday. Besides the usual people like Chin Yang, Cheng Hong and Novi, there were new recruits too. Now the thing is, who will actually stay. I guess time will tell. We were immensely tired of orientation ice-breakers, so the Seniors allowed us to just talk and slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a photography session on Friday night. However, only seven of us turned up. So we grabbed some take away from Subway and raced to Shears Bridge to catch the sunset. We were a little late but we managed to take some nice shots despite the hazy and foggy weather. After that, we decided to rest and wait for Lester (our extremely pro senior) to come teach us a few tricks. Sitting on the floor in a circle, as cars and trucks passed by making the road shake, we looked like juvenile delinquents thrown out of the house. Anyhow, Alvina got lost looking for us so Chin Yang and Cheng Hong went down the bridge to look for her and her friend, while Manfred stayed behind to be gallant and protect us girls from &lt;em&gt;creeps and strangers&lt;/em&gt; who may come our way on that dark dark bridge. He sorely regretted staying back, because Stef and Atiquah started singing campfire songs to pass the time. We started to get a bit crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, Lester and company arrived to save Manfred from his misery. Lester taught us quite alot of stuff, though i think it'll take me some time to digest it all. (he was rambling on about appertures and shutters...) Thank goodness he's writing us notes. It was about 9.00pm and we decided to walk along the length to Esplanade and Clarke Quay for some night shots. And as we all know, the walk along the Singapore River and tiled walkway at Esplanade is where all the couples make out. Lester was mean. =P He took the removable flash from the camera  and flashed it at the couple kissing. They sprang apart immediately. He said he didn't even need to take a photograph to scare them! (trust me that flash is POWERFUL AND VERY BRIGHT. it can bounce off two flat surfaces and still blind you severely with enough light.) So we almost got into trouble with Lester's antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the photography session was pretty en-&lt;em&gt;lightening&lt;/em&gt;.  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-111312184224921734?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/111312184224921734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=111312184224921734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111312184224921734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111312184224921734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/04/of-appertures-and-shutter-timings.html' title='Of Appertures and Shutter timings...'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-111227575927789135</id><published>2005-04-01T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T05:06:15.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't blogged for a week.</title><content type='html'>Ok, where shall i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, was a day of anticipation. The names and classes where listed on the boards in the foyer. I took about 10 minutes just searching for my name! my IC number is apparently so hard to find. Not making my plight any better was screaming girls jumping up and down at the board after they realised they had just got into the same class as their friends. I nearly suffocated in the crowd. But I finally found my name and class: 1T03. Hey! I got the class which sounds like Tea Tree, as in Tea tree oil? hahaha... soon i was one of those jumping crazies when i found out that the whole of the former T1 was in the same class! YAYSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, besides the former T1, there were other new faces too. Alot of the former T2 are in our class, as well as members from other classes and newbies. We had orientation with our class for three days. The first day was pretty draggy as the HTs had to do alot of admin work with us. But the next day the whole J1 cohort went to Sentosa for orientation!!! The rained quite heavily when we went there and the first few classes who went for the amazing race component first were soaking wet and sunburnt because they got wet in the rain during Amazing Race and burnt in the sun when the weather lifted up during their beach games. My class got the better program. More wind, less sun. hehehe. We played beach games, some involving salt water.  There was one game where we had to pull ribbons from the opponents rear to gain points. The more ribbons, the more points you receive. T3 came up with quite a successful strategy. Huddle in a circle to protect the ribbons hanging from our butts. yay! no one got our ribbons except for two or three i think. There was one extremely stupid game, which they took 20 minutes to explain to us and which lasted for 30 seconds! I think it was "steal the Flag" or something. Everyone got stuck in jail because we didn't get the game and the opponent was doing illegal tagging. (you have to 'tag' people to defend your flag) Frustrating. Besides that, Captain's ball was the best. =D We then had amazing race. We went into some cute mosiac fountain where water will shoot out at intervals. It was some obstacle fountain, we didn't even know we were allowed inside that fountain until the student council asked Sentosa whether we could. We got soaking wet because we stood underneath a "waterfall" section of the obstacle fountain to take some nice photos. That was so fun! =D The hilarious part of the race was when we went through some nature hike in the jungle where there were pitt stops where they will tell us mythological info. There was a small shelter which had a placard saying "we don't know who built this shelter". What in the world~ and then we passed through this &lt;em&gt;dragon&lt;/em&gt; rib cage which had a placard saying something like " many dragon bones have not survived history but this one did!" Oh my gosh, we were laughing like crazy. All this pseudo culture is really embarrassing Singapore. I'm sure the tourists will have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had finale night (it was held in the afternoon -__-;) and my house, Mura, was doing some last minute cheering practices. Actually for the past few days, nobody cheered loud enough so the Facils were getting a bit worried. And before Finale, we had a little cheering exercise with Pyro (our ally). They were SO LOUD. I think we didn't want to appear weak so we practiced really hard after that. The Facils were very stressed. They needed something to wow everyone. So they taught us an additional cheer impromtu. The All Blacks hakka! I think that is the best cheer! We had to look very serious while saying it so that it'll look scary and violent. Everyone participated in that cheer because it was fun to do. So at Finale, everyone cheered their lungs out and it was loud enough to compete with the other houses.Oh my goodness WE WON THE HOUSE WAR! we weren't expecting to win because we felt that the other houses did way better than us. They gave out the other prizes such as 'most siao house' and 'best cheer' first. Mura won 'most united house' and then they announced the champion house! MURRRAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! We were so shocked and surprised at the same time but we cheered SO LOUD that I had a headache and a sore throat from screaming and yelling. The amazing race pulled our house scores up! YAYSERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, orientation was over that day. First three months is officially over. That means... ... STUDY STUDY STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think T3 is going to be an interesting class. The people are hilarious and dynamic, even though right now we are still a little clique-ish, I think time will bond us. =D We had a game of finger soccer in class. Very nice game. I now know how to &lt;em&gt;zham ( sp?) &lt;/em&gt;the coins and flick it into the finger bound area. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lectures today and Lit Lect was at it's best. It was really good, I never had such a fun and interesting lecture in the first three months. On top of that we're doing BRAVE NEW WORLD as our Lit text! Fantastic! And I think I'm even going to like eccentric and crazy William Blake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My timetable is mad. I take art so I end at 5 plus on Mondays and Fridays while the rest of the class goes home at 3 plus. Joy. I feel like a science student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i shouldn't complain, others have it worse than me. At least I'm doing something I like in those six hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll end off on a light note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was buying green tea from the drinks machine. The sign on the drinks machine said " Make your selection by &lt;strong&gt;depressing&lt;/strong&gt; arrow." and Stef who was beside me turned to the arrow button and said, " I'm sorry but the world is coming to an end." =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai was telling us about William Blake's weird childhood and his visions of god and angels. We were talking about how weird he was whereas, Sylvia Plath was normal, because &lt;em&gt;like all great poets (ok, maybe not ALL but most of them) &lt;/em&gt;she let the depressing poems get to her and she committed suicide by sticking her head in an oven. Iz said, " I hope she died while smelling cookies." =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the lamest, yet most hilarious friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Zara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-111227575927789135?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/111227575927789135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=111227575927789135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111227575927789135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111227575927789135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/04/havent-blogged-for-week.html' title='haven&apos;t blogged for a week.'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-111184861810723871</id><published>2005-03-26T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T06:50:18.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1T01 don't leeeeeavvvveee!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, my blog is dead! and I need a new tagboard because doodle board is down, and I haven't blogged for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look at the title of today's post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOWWWWW! T1 is leeeeeeeaaavvinnngggg! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *sobs* ok, not everyone is leaving CJC but the minute the class is broken up, the very essence of T1 is gone. sigh, well, I'm sure all the members of T1 have cultivated indelible memories of their first three months. Here's the breakdown of the class... (wait, did i just say a pun or something like that? Breakdown of the class, class is broken up, breakdown, broken~ooookkkayyyy, talk about ironic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, baaacckkk... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1T01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tash, me, Iz, Stef, pam lee, pam goh, kaiwen, leon, stacey, cheryl (switching to science) are staying here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Candice is transferring to RJC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sherman is transferring to Temasek JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaun, Karl and KC are going to Poly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiff and Sam are in ACJC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jac is trying to appeal in so if she's successful, there'll be an extra member to T1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soph went to SA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joyce went to MJC. (good thing she got posted to the JC she wanted. She lives in Punggol! can you imagine getting up two hours before or something like that everyday to get to school if she stayed in CJ?!?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And there you have it. There's less than half staying back. sigh... to all the 1T01 members who are leaving and reading this! REMEMBER TO VISIT US AND CRASH OK!?!?! don't you guys forget us. =D keep in touch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, monday's still orientation. it'll be the day when we get our real classes. There will be new faces to be expected, but i hope that all the old T1 members will be put into the same class even then. I hope the admin people gave Brother Paul our petition to stay together, in time. I hope the new class is great too. I heard we are going to Sentosa on tuesday for orientation! interesting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span &gt;=D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-111184861810723871?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/111184861810723871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=111184861810723871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111184861810723871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/111184861810723871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/03/1t01-dont-leeeeeavvvveee.html' title='1T01 don&apos;t leeeeeavvvveee!!!'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-110930151708210656</id><published>2005-02-25T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T19:18:37.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Period</title><content type='html'>Am in the library now, using the school computer. It's free period! well, for me and Iz that is, the rest of the class has rushed off for history lecture. *evil grin* hehehe... quite bored now. But I just found out that we could use the school computers during school hours so I am taking full advantage of the opportunity to update my blog. yaysers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. So it ISN"T Friday that the results are going to be released. =P MONDAY, 2pm, it's confirmed and all. *shivers in seat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch White Noise yesterday with the class. Oh. My. Gosh. I'm am so freaked out. Yes, call me a scaredy cat (sp?) but that movie was psychologically thrilling. Ok, I'm a person who gets scared easily by practically any horror movie even though it is rated 1 on the fear scale. (ten being the greatest) but hey!this movie is so close to home it's frightening. I mean, there's so much static on my radio and TV. I'm going to try not to turn on the radio for some time as I know the minute i switch it on, there's gonna be static. My imagination runs wild easily. Ok, so while I'm cringing in my seat, people are passing popcorn. -_-; well, the movie doesn't have much of a plot, but the cinematography ain't shabby and they use alot of cheap thrills, for example, when the movie scene is quiet, the next scene comes in with a very loud bang or some noise and you get a shock, but it is actually just a lorry passing in the street. Or, when the house is dark and the music gets all creepy, and the next moment, three figures appear and then you find out it is just some silhouette of an inanimate object. Yup, stuff like that. Anyway, some of my classmates complained of wasting their money on a MILD horror movie. I complained too that i wasted my money as well, but only because I didn't watch half of the movie because I was too busy covering my eyes and ears during the scary parts.=P Thus I only watched part of the movie. What a waste of money. On top of that, i have gained a week's worth of nightmares. How wonderful. Sigh, why do i keep doing these things to myself? I should have gone to watch Howl's Moving Castle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting a new comic! I'm still working on the old one (still untitled, i need a name for my comic, any ideas anyone?) The new one is called Celestine's Roses. It's about a young woman called Celestine who's a cynic. But she owns a famous flower shop in the prestigious Summer Boulevard and flowers, especially roses, are her life. I'll work on the storyline as I work on the comic. The artwork is rather stylised and the figures are elongated. It's kinda like a comic/story book for adults but with simple illustration.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, I'll write down the concrete poem which we had to create for the activity section in Lit Lect today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;treestreestreestrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;treestreestreestrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know, this poem is deep and profound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;=D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-110930151708210656?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/110930151708210656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=110930151708210656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/110930151708210656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/110930151708210656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/02/free-period.html' title='Free Period'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-110888279873912466</id><published>2005-02-19T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T22:59:58.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled number 1.</title><content type='html'>I can't think of a title for today's entry.  So I shall go with the famous 'untitled' scheme, like most painters do. I bet they didn't have any idea what to name their pieces so they just left the titles blank. How profound if you ask me. Anyway, what to write about? O' level results are going to be released soon. Rumours are rife, I even hear the murmur in the wind, it whispers, " Friiiidaayyyy.....Friiidddaaayyy..." It is highly possible for D-day to be Friday. I'm SCARED.=(  The tension is mounting by every day that goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I haven't talked about 1To1 yet!( ok, like random outburst but who cares) They are one fantastic class! I mean, there's a great mix of people. I can think of a different personality trait for all of them. They are wonderful unconventional and unique. I haven't ever encountered a class as great as this one. It seems perfect....too perfect. Maybe it's the fact that it is so perfect that, it can't last. you see, quite alot of them are intending to leave, should it be to Poly or to a different JC. Well, I really hope that the class stays together. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself drawing more often than i did last year. YAY! these few months have enabled me to progress on my comic! yaysers.It's probably time from all the free periods I receive during school hours. I have drawn 3 pages in 2 months! really good compared to last year's record of 6 pages in a year. (had to study for O'levels) Ok, fine it seems little, but the pages are B4! (plus inking and shading etc... you do the maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies, gonna research on Dali and Chagall for Art now. Love their works, they hold very dream-like qualities and unnaturalistic colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-110888279873912466?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/110888279873912466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=110888279873912466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/110888279873912466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/110888279873912466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/02/untitled-number-1.html' title='Untitled number 1.'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10895488.post-110864544063631165</id><published>2005-02-17T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T05:13:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post</title><content type='html'>Hey! my first post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes yes, by creating this blog I am contradicting myself.=P Because I always said I didn't believe in blogs. But... this is actually ... kinda fun. Give me a break! It's fun to write random stuff now and then.=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10895488-110864544063631165?l=existential-angst.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/feeds/110864544063631165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10895488&amp;postID=110864544063631165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/110864544063631165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10895488/posts/default/110864544063631165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://existential-angst.blogspot.com/2005/02/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>Zara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04210665980957005175</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
