tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75023410096661645242024-03-13T08:07:16.235+08:00Bursts of inspirationThe name is Cheng Boon, your average guy/photographer, and these are my memories..CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.comBlogger396125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-52711202781656012142011-08-20T21:55:00.000+08:002011-08-20T21:55:20.045+08:00If my life gets screwed up and my heart breaks, I won't have anyone to blame but myself.CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-50176057392797965192011-04-13T22:04:00.000+08:002011-04-13T22:04:13.932+08:00POP LOH!Basic Military Training Camp. Having taken the first stride into military life, i would say that it isn't all that bad. Yes, it take a little getting used to, especially in the first week when you are virtually cut off from the outside world, save for the newspapers and my handphone. That kind of feeling isn't good, i can tell you that. Limited freedom and personal time is another issue, and it is something which i have yet to get in tune with, even after so long. There is this feeling of longing for a civilian lifestyle which i have been forced to abandon in exchange for this regimentation.<br />
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I have been lucky enough to land in one of the nicer companies in BMTC School 4. As compared to 5th Coy, 7th Coy is much nicer and reasonable. And out of the other platoons in 7th Coy, Platoon 1, in my opinion, is the best. Although we train harder than the rest, waking up earlier and sleeping later, the rewards that we reap is proportionately more. True to the saying of "Sweat more in training, bleed less in war", the fitness level of Platoon 1 is the highest.<br />
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Over the past 2 months, i have gotten used to being surrounded by guys, gotten used to being roughed up, gotten used to being dirty. NS basically took me out of my comfort zone and placed me far from its centre. Now, i would say that rolling in mud and not bathing for several days is not much of a big deal, though i would preferably not do it if i had a choice.<br />
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NS is fun in the sense that you could do anything you want. You could run around grabbing people's butts, you could bury things that you don't want people to find into the jungle, and you could even challenge your PC to an arm wrestling match which when lost, you have to do naked jumping jacks. In the end, its all about strengthening camaraderie and the bond that is between you and your buddies.<br />
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The end of high key events is where the fun really starts. The mood becomes more relaxed and tekan sessions are noticeably lesser. Things start to get friendlier between commanders and recruits and lapses in discipline would sometimes go 'unnoticed'. The best example is when Platoon 1 decided to give Sgt Eugene and PC a good hosing down followed by a powder bath and a little camo decoration. That night was simply legendary.. It was so legendary that i took the trouble to join in the fun even after i've showered and ended up having to shower again..<br />
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In the end, POP was the thing everyone was looking forward to. To be honest, i think i will miss tekong. That's like the closest camp there is to Tampines. No matter where i get posted to, it will definitely be further away, meaning more travel to and fro, equating to more time burnt. The parade itself took several rehearsals before getting it to a satisfactory level. But absolutely none of the rehearsals can be compared to the actual thing. The feeling of standing on the floating platform, singing the national anthem and saying the SAF pledge really gives the feeling of belonging. The 24km route march the night before may be tiring, but in the end, it was all worth it. It is true when i say that everyone is just going through the motions, waiting only for the moment when the emcee says "Ladies and gentlemen, we are proud the present to you from BMTC, the trainnned soldiers!". At that very last syllable, there will be 4000 over jockey caps rising into the air. Some land in Singapore River to be washed away by the tide, most will find their way back to their owners. But nobody really cares, since it is the process of throwing that really matters, that which signifies the end of BMT, and the start of a new training phase, be it in command school or a unit.<br />
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After everything, people go their separate ways, but nobody will really forget BMT. It has often been said that BMT will be the slackest period of an NSF's service period, perhaps that is why the bonds made here are so strong. Hopefully, no matter where i get posted to, i'll be able to find the platoon 1 spirit around.CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-25284530158056043962011-02-09T11:24:00.000+08:002011-02-09T11:24:03.095+08:00Goodbye, Civilian Lifestyle.I have 1.5 hours left of civilian life left in me. After that, its off to Tekong Holiday Resort.<br />
The reality is beginning to set in. Oh well..<br />
See you all in a few weeks!CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-87436811329797441712011-02-08T22:17:00.000+08:002011-02-08T22:17:26.328+08:00EnlistmentThus my conscription starts tomorrow. There are countless things that i would miss. The food, the freedom, the internet, and of course, You. <br />
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Yeah you know who you are. But nonetheless, take care, and i will be out soon. 9 weeks isnt that long. We can both do it. :)<br />
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In 15 hours, i will be headed off to Tekong, and in 24, the bed that i will be lying on won't be familiar anymore. Darn this is depressing. Oh well, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. Just that i would very much rather not do it at all..CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-13873199262534607392011-01-27T14:01:00.001+08:002011-01-27T14:02:24.749+08:00Admin Day 1I really can't help but come up with a post for this particular day of the year. It is the day when, after 2 months of waiting, secondary school grads step into the JC which they are posted to as a student.<br />
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Man, this really brings back memories from 2 years ago, specifically on 1st Feb 2009. Not that i remembered much about the Admin Days themselves, since recollections from Orientation Fortitude is totally overwhelming, but the simple journey taken at 6.30am (yeah, i was damn afraid that i would be late. The 40-odd other freshies that were on 81 with me probably had the same worry) from my house's bus stop to MJC is like my first milestone in Meridian Junior College.<br />
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One of my first few thoughts for Admin Day 1 was, "damn, these people are long-winded". That was thanks to sitting on the hall floor for somewhere around 3 hours listening to the various HODs and Principals give their speech. I was totally grateful that the first thing Ms Lai did when the mic was passed to her was to tell us to get up to stretch our legs. Score one for respect to her. Hahaha. xD<br />
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Apparently, i heard that my batch was the last batch they conducted demo lectures for. Seriously, <i>how could they scrap demo lectures?! </i>That's like so important! Mind you if there weren't any demo lectures for me i might have ended up taking Econs instead of Geog and 4 H2's of BCME instead. Imagine the horror.. o.0<br />
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On hindsight, i finally understood why they did not offer BCMG as a 4 H2 combi. The amount of things to memorise would be too much to take. Its a good thing Jansen and i pulled out of the appeal for that combi during course counselling with the Geog dept. If i had stuck on, that class would have been opened and i seriously doubt that my results would have been any rosier. I wonder how the 10S121 people with that combi are coping now..<br />
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Darn i'm already feeling kinda nostalgic right now.. =.=CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-8144128100231512792011-01-25T17:03:00.000+08:002011-01-25T17:03:07.347+08:00BaldnessFeb 9th is drawing closer and closer. I don't want to go into army, especially not when there are so many things and more importantly, people, that i have to leave behind. 3 weeks sounds awfully long all of a sudden. I don't think i will like army very much. =.=CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-64504885039381897572011-01-19T22:15:00.002+08:002011-01-19T22:17:59.742+08:00Jobs: Wanted and otherwise.The last post felt as if it was done ages ago, even if it was a mere difference of 12 days. The only explanation that i can think of is that work has made me lose track of the days. I swear its worse than school.<br />
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</div><div>In school, the time table for each day is different and there are tutorials to look forward to (well yes, i actually look forward to my tutorials). At work, everyday is the same routine over and over again in that tiny meeting room. In school, there are PE lessons to burn my fats and make my muscles bigger (yes, that's right, <i>bigger, </i>meaning that they are already present in the first place). At work, i get bored easily and get fat when i eat to occupy myself. In fact, i was so bored, i went to the library to borrow a book on chemistry to read on the job so my neurons wont start degenerating from the lack of use.. =.=</div><div><br />
</div><div>I guess these are just one of the few reasons why i won't ever want to get stuck behind a desk in an office job. I'll just get fat and get bored to tears (not literally of course, but yeah, you get my point). A job that requires something thinking would be good, and teaching fits the bill perfectly. A different mental challenge everyday will prevent my brain from getting dusty. Sounds good, no?</div><div><br />
</div><div>Then again, all this is idealistic speculation. Who knows, i might even get bored of teaching soon after joining the force. Well, i guess that's life. People hardly get to do what they like, and those who manage to are the blessed minority. Hopefully one day, i can find my myself in that group. Only time will tell.. Damn that's corny. =.=</div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-1691322686461855742011-01-07T21:58:00.000+08:002011-01-07T21:58:13.443+08:00GaggedIt sucks when you have something humongous and important to tell but have no idea how to put it into words..<br />
I'm sorry for disappointing you.CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-9209395433552878722010-12-23T21:35:00.001+08:002010-12-23T21:35:28.652+08:00Like a beeI am so busy!! >.<CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-67810943406858053372010-12-07T12:03:00.001+08:002010-12-07T12:04:14.136+08:00Done, after 9 long monthsI realised, while i was packing up that huge stack of workssheets, that packing is much easily done when you aren't afraid of throwing things away. Of that 34cm pile of revision worksheets i had, i kept less than 5cm's worth, mainly the prelim papers and a few sets of revision notes.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2px-NKl0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/G9BHp8qFazg/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2px-NKl0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/G9BHp8qFazg/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So this is the "Before"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2p8pYr2oI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4T0TXAFXkT0/s1600/IMG_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2p8pYr2oI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4T0TXAFXkT0/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is the "After". The pile on the right is for keeps while that on the left is to be dumped. Those to be thrown exceeded the initial height of 34cm because i keep finding bits and pieces of useless stuff inside those files.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Just imagine how much those notes are worth. Just the notes themselves can be worth at least $180 or more. Add in the revision packages, which can cost up to $5 per set, that'll be an additional $50. In short, that's a lot of money..</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">That aside, some of the few pleasant surprises which i found while packing includes..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2s7xrjPLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-150ukul36c/s1600/IMG_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2s7xrjPLI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-150ukul36c/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I haven't got the chance to read this thing properly ever since the camp ended. Now that i finally got the chance to do it, i found it rather informative. PHOTOG! =D</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2uQ6Wse8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/XW-f7NTtEqk/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TP2uQ6Wse8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/XW-f7NTtEqk/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Graduation seemed so long ago, but yet October 15 was only less than 2 months ago.. This is one of the things that will <i>have to</i> stay in my box of memories.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Having done packing, what dawned upon me is that my JC journey has finally ended. All the frustrations and all the stressed-out-over-sucky-results-ness has finally came to an end. I don't really know how to describe this emotion inside of me right now. It its like a mixture of relief, nostalgia, and perhaps even an inkling of sadness, seeing as we had went through so much in the short span of 2 years. My goal before the O levels had been to get into Temasek, but i'm glad i didn't make it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Meridian <i>is </i>the better choice.</div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-34627043217604032112010-12-04T20:58:00.001+08:002010-12-04T21:00:50.381+08:00ThereafterIts times like this when i wonder whether being free is really a good thing.<br />
<div>If it is, then why is that i am not really enjoying it?<br />
If its not, then does it mean that i had been running away from issues with the excuse of studying?<br />
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That aside, now that A levels are over, there are much more and greater things to be done. Clearing this mess, for instance, is going to take <i>days</i>.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The MJC bear is there for scale. For those not from MJ, well, the bear is approximately 17cm in height, so that makes the pile approximately 34cm high. And FYI, those are just mainly the revision packages. Throw in the notes and tutorial and you can triple that height to past a meter. Imba. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Secondly, there's packing up to be done. Taiwan is just 7 days away! Wahahahaha!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thirdly, I still haven't finished shopping for prom. I still need to get a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of black socks. Seriously, prom is going to be the most well dressed night i have ever been in my 18-coming-19-years of life. Its going to be one of the most memorable one too, if everything goes fine..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">You know, maybe i was wrong when i said that there was no huge relief when the A levels ended. I think its only because after mugging my butt off for two years, i have become numb to this constant stress, acclimatised to this kind of pressure. Its like story of the cricket with the glass jar over it, except now, it seems that after writing this post, i am finally beginning to realise that the glass jar over me has disappeared, and the world out there awaits. Well, i better get going then. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Have a great day ahead! </div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-39538427992322065022010-11-19T20:37:00.001+08:002010-11-19T20:37:54.919+08:00PLAYYYYYYYYYY!In 3 days, after Bio paper 3 and chem paper 1, i'll be free (well, there's bio mcq, but yeah, its bio mcq).<br />
<div>I cant <i>wait</i>.</div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-58015353773950939572010-10-15T17:31:00.001+08:002010-10-15T18:06:34.406+08:00Graduation. Another milestone of my life.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Honestly, I don't know what to say. It has been a fruitful 2 years here at MJC. I will never forget the experiences that college life has given me. There were joys and sorrow, but through it all, we persevered. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">(<-- sounds really typical, doesn't it?)</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">As corny as it may sound, i have to admit that my life in MJC was not what i expected, it was much, much more. Not that i actually expected anything, but perhaps that's precisely why it was so memorable. Two years really passed in a flash, and i stand here today, a graduate of MJC, when just 500-odd days ago, i was a freshie. I won't reminisce in the days past; I have done that plenty of times before. I will instead, just let the photos talk. After all, a picture speaks a thousand words. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TLgeffoVbsI/AAAAAAAAAes/hVnyKIrMQuE/s1600/DSCF0980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TLgeffoVbsI/AAAAAAAAAes/hVnyKIrMQuE/s400/DSCF0980.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The fun with these people never ends.. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TLgebBpINyI/AAAAAAAAAeo/w5FfCDymG28/s1600/merged.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mEW_F83KsdU/TLgebBpINyI/AAAAAAAAAeo/w5FfCDymG28/s400/merged.jpg" width="373" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Most of the gifts are courtesy of Project Care by MJC Stars*. I really appreciate them a lot. Especially the batteries for the GC. A big thank you to Vanessa Ng for the cookies. =D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kenneth Tham- You and your crazy (and gay) antics did play a part in making my day occasionally. But the thing is, i'm not gay, so i will <i>not </i>join your toilet club nor play correction tape aeroplanes with you. LOL.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Nicholas Foo- Insulting Mr Wong FTW. Your ideas are the best, seriously. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jansen Ng- I know you seriously won't care even if your name isn't here, but yeah, its here just for the sake of it. xD</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Izzati and Atiqa- My favourite bitches in school. Rock on. \(-.-)/ Hahas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kelly- The tallest girl i've met in my life thus far who will not tell me the value of "x" in her height of "17x". Psst, i think i know wad the value is anyway. =D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Jia Ying- I think the Cheng sounds nicer in my name than in yours. xD Joking la, it sounds equally nice in both. (Yes, i'm being sincere here). Please please please give me some hints about the things that i'm supposed to remember can? Please?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Zhan Lun and Wei Ting- The next time we go out to shoot, i will have my own camera, and the moon will be nicer. And this time, i'm not gonna let the highlights get blown out (didnt i tell you two that i think the moon photo <s>we</s> i took was rather grossly over-exposed? Cant even see much of the craters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Xin Yi- Alright alright, you aren't as manly and gross and fat as i say you are. You are better than that. Slightly. xD</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gao Ning- I'm glad you joined the class this year. Your iTouch and Monopoly Deal were quintessential for me to get through my daily life. But don't worry, i wont require them anymore. I'll get my own. Hahas. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Teck Li- Noobshit bugger who refused to get taupoked and had to drag me down with you when its supposed to be yours, not mine. =.=</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ivan Wiyanto- I know i've said this a million times, but your Wiyantwo is wayyyyyyyyy overdue. Seriously. Time to let it come out, you know. Pregnancies are not meant to last for more than 9 months, yours has been around for 24.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kay Ling and Marissa- I'm like your medium for you all to get through to Weiting, right? Hahas. Yeah, i know she never picks up and i always do. =D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There are many many many others more, but i think i should stop here. I've been typing for an hour and it doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. Don't worry or be sad, those who are not mentioned here. You are neither insignificant nor unimportant, i am just really really tired right now, and i have mugging to do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Thanks again, to everyone out there in Meridian Junior College who have made this wondrous journey possible. I will indeed miss the college and my experiences here after i leave. Do stay in touch, and all the best for the upcoming A level exams. =D</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Of Friends:</div><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i><br />
</i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>- Anais Nin</i></span></span></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-80789114764217742782010-10-02T18:19:00.003+08:002010-10-02T18:20:39.438+08:00Courage<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow. "</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> </span></blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">—</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Mary Anne Radmacher</span>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-6558512977550010972010-09-24T23:52:00.003+08:002010-09-24T23:53:14.436+08:00After A levels, i'm going to give this blog an overhaul. A complete makeover.<br />
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</div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-44630870726389674842010-09-12T08:46:00.000+08:002010-09-12T08:46:13.172+08:00I really really really hate the A levels.<br />
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My A level results <i>will</i> be worth every single minute of my two years spent at JC.CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-9499872220548211992010-08-24T19:29:00.000+08:002010-08-24T19:29:00.749+08:00I realised too late<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">This week marks the final week of school in my entire life (Uni doesnt count, since its not exactly a "school" kind of school, get it?).</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Just when i was starting to get used to it, after 12 years.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">No point looking back now, i guess. I desperately need to prepare myself for what's ahead (Prelims and of course, A levels). This will prove be the largest hurdle i have in my life yet, as well as one which i must definitely overcome. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Hopefully by 3 November 2010, i will not be taking a leap of faith, but a dash for victory.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Good luck to all those people out there, taking their prelims, A Levels as well as O levels. Believe in yourself, and work hard for those A's.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">See you all soon.</span></span></div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-74330537004044062552010-08-14T21:22:00.002+08:002010-08-14T21:24:06.442+08:00Have you ever had so much responsibilities piled up on you, you feel like suffocating?<br />
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<div>Have you ever wanted so damn badly for everything to disappear, so you can take a breather?<br />
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</div><div>Have you ever just want to just give up, because the sheer number of things you have to finish is just too much, and there's too little time?<br />
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</div><div>Have you ever wanted to just let it all go?</div><div><br />
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</div><div>I have. And wish i could just disappear just so i can not do anything anymore. Seriously, just leave me alone.</div>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-24354833473543892242010-07-23T20:51:00.003+08:002010-09-09T21:56:19.803+08:00So freaking CUTE!!<object height="405" width="450"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04RZrf3-Mgo&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04RZrf3-Mgo&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="405"></embed></object>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-23318253286201259952010-07-12T19:30:00.002+08:002010-07-12T19:30:37.135+08:00PHOTOGRAPHYYYYYYYI'm going to shoot at Marina Bay Sands SkyPark this weekend~~~<br />
Whoo~ HahasCB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-31575274375232007392010-07-08T03:23:00.000+08:002010-07-08T03:23:54.551+08:00<blockquote>Its 2 O clock and i'm waiting up alone..</blockquote><br />
Reporting Live from in front of my TV, the time now is 2.30AM, and the match between Germany and Spain isnt as interesting as i thought. <br />
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Maybe i should have just remained asleep. <br />
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P.S.<br />
MID YEARS ARE <strong><em><u>OVER</u></em></strong>!! =D=DCB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-81684331596960356842010-07-01T15:05:00.004+08:002010-07-01T15:13:53.695+08:00A little lofi<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></div><br />
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A sneak preview, for those of you who still visit this place, into what i will be submitting for Photog's next exhibition which will be held on college day.<br />
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The title of the exhibition is: The LOFI Photography Project.<br />
<blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878">LOFI stands for "low-fidelity". It literally means low faithfulness or loyalty. Not to your girlfriend or boyfriend</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878"> </a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><i><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878">la</a></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878">, of course! It's low faithfulness to the primary requirements (or rules) of photography such as sharpness, focus, and sometimes even color. These photos usually refer to photos taken with toy cameras, such as Holga, Lomo, Polaroid, so on.</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878"><br />
</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878"><br />
</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878">This is because these cameras use plastic lenses which does not produce the same sharpness as that of a glass lens. These cameras are also coupled with problems such as light leakages, inaccurate exposures (you literally have to guess your exposure, unless you're a well trained film photographer which can calculate exposure within the blink of an eye) and focusing problems. Precisely because sharpness and focus is not exactly a requirement in this area of photography, some people may see it as "unorthodox", which is why it is termed this way.</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878"><br />
</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1770692878"><br />
</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS', lucida, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://mjcphotog.blogspot.com/">However, don't be mistaken that LOFI images are not worth taking or looking at. Many photographers are able still able to produce excellent images with these cameras.</a></span></blockquote><br />
Here are a couple of my shots which i have cross-processed on PS CS4. Not the best, i admit, since this is my virgin attempt at cross-processing, but i'm learning. It is a hell lot of fun, and it helps relieve stress too (I did the processing a few days ago, in the middle of my MYE exam period. I did regret it a little later on, but meh. Wadever.)<br />
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Anyway, here are the select few..<br />
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P.S. All photos are taken at Pasir Ris Park, with either a Nokia N95 (my old phone) or a Canon EOS 20D.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Pardon the watermarks, as there is a spate of intellectual property copyright infringements recently. Just don't want it to occur here. All rights are reserved and none of the pictures, or part thereof may be reproduced without my permission.</span>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-8437479076415889482010-06-15T21:52:00.001+08:002010-06-15T21:52:37.291+08:00Status quoUpcoming event: Mid Year Exams<br />
Date: 28/6/10 - 9/7/10<br />
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Status update: <b><i><u>SCREWED</u></i></b>CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502341009666164524.post-20809380912661089902010-06-09T21:38:00.001+08:002010-06-09T21:43:41.702+08:00Somehow, it felt more real when i admitted it out loud.<br />
As compared to repeating it silently, countless times over in my head, trying to convince myself..CB!http://www.blogger.com/profile/07581188458195485640noreply@blogger.com0