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Friday, October 31, 2008
Narrative Strategies.427. 427. It's the hottest number right now. Or more specifically, Narrative Film and TV: Applications and Concepts. Yup, this is the module that is dictating my every mood. It drives me nuts- the grainy dots on black tramautise me everytime- and make me anal- each subtitle must fade in at the precise rhythm, and stay there for the precise length- and make me smile like a fool- when there's a certain shot that's almost perfect-and of course, makes me become a kan chiong spider or an ant on fire almost 24/7 when production starts. I can't believe it's the last film already. A two minute montage clip, a two minute neorealism clip and taa daa, our ten minute final assignment. And it's funny how things turn out. I wasn't even supposed to be doing this module because it clashed with Forensic Science. Well oh well, somehow I'm really quite glad that I gave up bloody Forensic Science for this. Pun intended. Because who would have known that I would end up with Melissa Foo as my groupmate? The "Foo" in her surname is short for "playing afool". She single-handedly ignited my "gaydar", as we would do weird, nonsensical stuff during production, such as drawing rock-a-bye babies which looked like Chicken Little, and suggesting we should make out. (Heaven forbid, if we really do make out, I'll die cringing) Apt to insert disclaimer at this point in time: We are both straight. We embody the "gay" spirit in terms of our immense level of happiness. Of course there are the bad times where production hit the low points. Like bad shots, bad locations, bad stories. Thankfully enough, in a magical sort of way, we never really quarrelled about anything. (I may jinx it now that I'm talking about it). The only qualms I have is that she is too weak to carry anything heavy, so she's no good for logistics and transportation. Which, to her, is no major issue because there's still me, strong, healthy and fit. And now there's an addition to our family. Mr Shannon Lim, who so happily decided to join us, unaware of the level of ki siao-ness we have in our blood. His role is usually of the awkward passer-by, who gawks at us and make us feel just a teeny weeny conscious of our surroundings when we start attempting to make out once again. (But then again, sometimes he would join in... hmm...) So now, I have dubbed us "Shameleanna", which sounds like some indian chant. Melissa said it sounded like a disease. Shannon said "Shamel" sounds so much better, but I insisted that Melissa and I came in a package, like "Meleanna", which was our profile name in Avid for our second project. (I realise I'm now part of the trend of being a pair, like Cafe and Roscol! But considering the timeline, I might have been the pioneer. ) And the three of us shall now do the opposite of fighting crime and saving the world, which is shooting a film about a bunch of vulgarities-spewing Ah Bengs with green and pink hair. Like a Royston Tan but without the too-close-to-reality-for-comfort. Like brotherhood and maybe on a deeper level, something more. Cheers, to tomorrow, our last shoot for this module. And hello to the Advanced Editing Suite as my bedroom on Monday night. (Melissa's and Shannon's too. Oooh, threesome!) Then on tuesday, I shall switch off my gaydar in a dramatic twist, never to dig it out again, right after our film is screened during lecture. And maybe try to plant a *flying kiss as a thank you to this partner of mine. For our 427. In film, we call this closure. *flying eh, no contact hor. Labels: someone got swashed
11:24 PM
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Felily said "I have stupid friends".But we know she'd love us anyway. Hehe. www.iamfeliciaandwhereismypresenthuh.blogspot.com
4:40 PM
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Sai kang warrior #1.
3:39 PM
Saturday, October 25, 2008
I believe my life is a sitcom. The picture below looks like there's nothing special.  Taa daa!  Get this. Not one, but 2 car keys stuck in the boot of my car. Don't ask how it happened, it's just classic.  Papa came to the rescue!
3:10 AM
Thursday, October 23, 2008
"Do you know, when we go China, cannot use blogspot leh. Blogger kena ban by China eh.""Yah, this is the second time you said it already." "Oh.... Do you know, when we go China, cannot use blogspot leh. Blogger kena ban by China." "...." "Do you know...." "I know! I know! When you go China, cannot use blogspot!" "Ya. Blogger kena ban by China."
10:20 AM
A trend has been observed among my fellow peers. 1) No one has the desire to go for 401 lectures, except for me and Ros. We have since developed an impeccable speed for writing. I believe I can clock as much as 2 (long) words per second. 2) Attendance for Marketing lectures are also at a new low. I sat there the other day by myself, thankfully with my laptop for some am-still-socially-apt credentials. 3) The above two are highly suspected to be due to lack of sleep among the CS cohort. See below for evidence:   In an article (Chua, 2008), a CS student laments over the amount of sleep (or lack thereof) she has on average, all 4 hours of it. Another CS student finished his shooting at 6am today morning, and appeared in school as a tired, zombie-fied shell. Then there are the rest of us, who stay back in school, especially in the Avid Suite, on special occassions. We drive ourself crazy in the room till about 1am, and by that time, I assure you, I will laugh at whatever morsel of a joke you have. Since the semester is almost coming to an end, it will be worse. All I hope now is to conjure up that perfect script(s), the most blown-away Marketing presentation, and a tongue transplant donated by a Korean woman. And some sleep.
1:51 AM
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
 A campus security guard removing a black banner put up at the communication school protesting the censorship of news stories in the campus media.---Photo: Chong Zi Liang Taken from The Enquirer-->http://enquirer.sg/ It may be old news, but the idea of "protesting" in the Singapore context is still quite sensational. And especially if it's right at the doorstep of the school. Amidst the hoo and haa of whatever that happened, at least one good thing came out of it-Initiative.
9:46 PM
Why buy a nice plasma tv, just to turn it sideways and squash all the images, making it just ugly and a headache to watch?
3:56 PM
Sunday, October 19, 2008
How I spent my whole day in the Sports and Recreational Centre, and survived- A photo entry.So, I signed up for the anti-you Street Challenge for the 3rd year running, but this year was different. Instead of the usual street basketball, I signed up for street netball instead. This was because everyone in the anti-you basketball team wanted to play together, and there was a cap on school players who can play per team. Someone suggested the idea of netball, and hey presto, there I was, jostling to sign up for it. Turns out, only 5 of us went down for the event. So I rose bright and early on this saturday morning, looking for my early worm. Below is the list of the 7 teams in the street netball catagory. Guess which is my team's name?  Well, didya guess it right?  Thanks to the bright idea of the anti-you basketball team captain, whose name is the "inspiration" for the team name, our team name was "Pretty Phyllis". She had scribbled 3 team names, "Pretty Phyllis", "Cute Phyllis" and "Sexy Phyllis". I was crushed that we weren't called "Sexy Phyllis". Dang! This are my teammates.  On the left, the ultra skinny vegan, Zhi Hui. On the right, Yu Huan, who is full of rubbish and mistakenly called me "Leana" on the netball court several times. Don't worry. I corrected her after that.  On the left, Yanyan the act-cool one. She's always trying not to laugh at my joke, but it's always too funny, so she'll chuckle a little bit. Last but not least, Belicia! Whose picture is waaayy below. ( I biased. Haha.) Ya, the team's namesake didn't come. She would be sooo happy to hear people calling her "Pretty" all day! But then, her doppelganger came. Someone who looked strikingly similar to her, it was a tad freaky. We were in Canteen 2, slacking at lunchtime when it was time for our lunchbreak. See, this was my lunch. A mouthwatering shaven ice creation that serves no purpose in making my stomach full.  Below are two koksters I haven't seen in quite a while. Vanessa and Kirana, whose team swept the street basketball tournament.  Yu Huan left us at 2pm, leaving us with 4people for the street netball challenge. I don't know how, but the four of us managed to play through the rest of the games, and made it to the semi-finals. By then it was already 5pm. We were so tired, we (or rather I) took a pretty long nap during one super-long interval between games. While leading 3-2 up to this (quite annoying) team in the semis with 2minutes and 13 seconds to go, the heavenly floodgates opened and rain begain pouring. Hence they postponed the match, and to kill time, this is what we did: Act sad and take many pictures   (and this act-emo girl is none other than Belicia, who is also captain for this team)   I think Zhi Hui wins hands down for the most emo picture.  Taadaa! At five plus, Yanyan had to go, leaving just the 3 of us. Finally, at 6 plus, the skies cleared. However, Yanyan's departure proved fatal, because the annoying team scored 2 goals to win the game 4-3. !@#$@%#$^$#%#$% We wanted to do a walkover for the 3rd-4th position game, but the referee said we could find a replacement. So our shrewd minds picked Jean, who's a basketballer CUM school team netballer. Hehe. It worked. We're third! Being third is very important to us, because the fourth get no prizes. At 7pm, I finally left SRC for basketball training at CCAB. Then for some scares at the Night Safari cos it was Halloween night. See, I really squeezed Saturday, 18th of October dry.
1:48 AM
Friday, October 17, 2008
I should tell Neo, sometimes it's good to be plugged in--to Greenday, that is. Then he can dodge bullets to the tune of "Whatsername". Okay, it's the influence of Reservoir Dogs. Super violent and disgusting movie by Quentin Taratino, but it works. On a sick, disgusting level. Watch it.
11:56 AM
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I. Miss. This. Place.   
5:09 PM
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
“如果我爱上你的笑容，要怎么收藏要怎么拥有。”-五月天的知足 听了这首歌，领悟到了许多。 好像为什么有些事会变一个样， 而有些事又会变另一个样。 好像为什么有秃头的现象。。。 （太可怕了！） 有头发的时候就应该珍惜，不然头里开了一个洞，看你怎么办！ 哈哈。 昨天收到了上海公司的名单。 有很多公司可以选，所以还满兴奋的。 但是到底还是希望能做我想做的。 加油！ Labels: in pursuit of trival matters
2:43 PM
Monday, October 13, 2008
 Motorcycle Cop: Calm down, ma'am. Kim Lee: I am calm. Motorcycle Cop: I need to see your registration and insurance. Kim Lee: Why? Not my fault! It's her fault! She do this! Ria: [approaching] My fault? Motorcycle Cop: Ma'am, you really need to wait in your vehicle. Ria: [appraoching] My fault? Kim Lee: Stop in the middle of street! Mexicans! No know how to drive! She blake too fast! Ria: I "blake" too fast? I "blake" too fast? I'm sorry, you no see my "blake lights"? Motorcycle Cop: [to Ria] Ma'am... Ria: [to Kim Lee] See, I stop when I see long line of cars stop in front of me. Maybe you see over steering wheel, you "blake" too. Motorcycle Cop: [to Ria] Ma'am... Ria: Officer, can you please write down in your report how shocked I am to be hit by an Asian driver? This film is just, just, just fantastic.
12:57 AM
 This is for my marketing presentation. No prizes for which corporation my team is presenting on! After yet another hectic week, the weekend came and kept my brain academic-free (well only in the day. At night, I'm slogging to do all the endless assignments that the lecturers throw on like flies) Today I had two friendlies back to back with the team. Tiring, but nonetheless fufilling as there were not much problems with the way we played. For me, seeing that there's this other bunch of people who love the game as much, or if not much much more than me, it is a huge motivation. There they are, these people who just can't get enough. And here I am, wanting to be selfish and say I'm done now. How can I, after looking at how they play? Then, there's this one crazy person who'd gave up a trip to Macau for this friendly. Seriously decided, on a whim, that this game and these other people meant so much more than a free trip. I'm impressed. For all that it was worth, I am in awe. And again, they really make me want to continue, even as I keep thinking, where am I gonna go? I should just curse the darn orange ball for giving me such a hard time-- Sometimes, it'd feel like a lousy burden, having to burn my saturdays playing in a league where I'm always injured in one way or another, and not have time for work and friends, like Leanne Wong whom I feel so guilty about for not being there all the time. But then again, it gave me so much "fun, peace, laughter and joy" (oh please don't make me pay copyright) throughout the past 9 years that I really don't know what's the deal with this ball, and also what I'm talking about now. Hmm, okay, I have major issues to figure out myself I think. Don't worry, I'm not emo-ing, nor moping! Just thinking... And I think I managed to shed a lil' weekend weight with that workout. Yes! Cathy Chia will not say I am "chubbier" anymore! Well, I'm blaming it on the coke (or lackthereof)!
12:05 AM
Thursday, October 09, 2008
The Anti-Coke RebellionFor 2 weeks now, if anybody's counting, I haven't had a drop of Coke in my mouth. Not that it's something major to the rest of the world, like the American economy sung to the tune of Savage Garden's "Crash and Burn", but to me, and of course, the Coca-cola company, it is quite big news. Anyone who knows me know that I am as addicted to Coke (the drink, not the drug) like how Robbie William is addicted to... well, sex. For a better example, I like Coke as much as Katie Perry liked kissing a girl. Okay, these examples downright suck. But you get my drift. There are people who have been constantly telling me that it's just plain bad for the body. Plus the scare tactics like the rumours of teeth dissolving in Coke after 24 hours. Thankfully, most of us are sane enough to swallow any drink after 1 or 2 seconds, instead of trying to let it evaporate inside the mouth. What broke it for me, though, was a simple concern expressed by a parent of a friend. We were sitting in a coffeeshop, enjoying supper together, when I asked my friend to help me buy Coke. On seeing that dreaded red can, the parent pointed and asked "You drink Coke ah?" Immediately, I knew what she was driving at. After that, we had a simple conversation about the bad points of carbonated drinks. Well, I was still downing Coke a few weeks after that conversation, but that nagging "You drink Coke ah?" was forever installed in the brain. Everytime I ordered a Coke, or even begin to drink one, a thought bubble with the words "You drink Coke ah" just pops out of nowhere and attaches itself above me. So I decided that I shall stay away from Coke as long as I can. Undergoing cold turkey isn't what I had originally envisioned, but since it's working, I'll take it as a good sign. AND I think without the sugar rush from Coke, I'm begining to show withdrawal symptoms. Joyce once quipped, "Deanna, why are you so high today?" and I really don't know. The sugar level in my body are becoming imbalanced. Ros and Melissa can attest to my strange behaviour as well. Currently, I can spontaneously converse in the Indian accent, the Chinaman accent and my hot fave, the Malaysian/Indonesian accent. Also am doing a pretty good job of it, so much so that some people out there wanted to strangle me just so I can stop. It's the lack of Coke, people! Guess you'd just have to get used to a healthier, crankier me.
4:23 PM
Monday, October 06, 2008
Be careful, the music may just get into your head!fly away 接受 最想环游的世界
12:20 AM
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
The Inner Workings of the Anti-You Basketball TeamOur cheer starts with us putting our hands together, and "whoosh-ing", but there is a significant difference. Instead of going down, we have to jump, as high as we can, and fling our hands up, up and away!  Belicia is stripped! Oh the horrors.  Coach. He has a nice haircut.  The 2007 batch, now hanging on the SRC wall.  The 2007 January IVP batch, now also on the SRC wall.  Steamboating.  2008 current team! There's a few missing people though... Everyone's doing their jersey numbers.  We were all squashed, inside my red Toyota Rush because...  we wanted to watch how our enemies play!  At the very end of the journey, it closed with a silver medal and FOOD! (which is very important to an athlete.:D)
11:58 PM
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