A Day In The Life Of An Oblivious Ape.: Plump it up, folks!

Fuck.

I don't know; I just felt like starting off this post with some 'emotion'. No reason.

Just plain 'fuck'.

Okay, back to earth.

So I went to take some night photos last (or last last) night together with my mom. Took the area around my apartment block, and Changi Beach. I can tell you Changi Beach is DEAD on Saturday nights. Absolutely DEAD. Everybody's either holed up at home, or watching soccer at the kopitiams and hawker centres nearby.

I WAS able to get good subjects for my pictures, one of them being of a water chestnuts seller. (I STILL dont see the link between buah 'berangan' and water chestnuts.) Right. So my mom offered to ask permission from the dude to become a subject for a few of my shots. Being the kind soul that he is, he obliged. THANK YOU, UNCLE. He definitely was among the few best shots found in those 36 exposures. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to thank him PERSONALLY, but my mom did get the job done for me. As you all should know by now, I AM socially-retarded. In more ways than one, I might add. XD

SO the photos came out really well, though some shots were really underexposed (My dad's camera doesn't offer any sort of aperture-priority function. Sigh.) But the fast-motion shots were good, although much could be improved with holding the camera steady.

And this goes out to my group: I SO suck at being a group leader. I am NOT group leader material. But since it can't be helped, I will step up to the plate if that's what it takes. But that don't mean you guys get to slack off either, eh? Get the research done for your respective business plan sections! You can be sure I'll be doing mine.

AND KENNETH SEE, PLEASE CONFIRM MY SMS-ES WILL YOU? Gawd, is a simple message so hard to do? Thank you. (-_-)

As I got back from Tampines Mall today, I saw that the overweight recruits, those who had to stay back while the fit ones went back every end of the week, were just about returning home. Something tells me this is a FRICKIN' sign. Thanks. Thanks a lot. I guess guilt comes with the flab, huh?

Sigh.