Manual, F8, 15s, ISO 200.I can't tell the difference between welfare and terrorism. Perhaps replacing welfare with affairs will be more accurate, although it won't sound as beautiful on the ears.
Bloody hell.
I think the whole thing about the Chingay Parade going to the heartlands is not so much of a big deal because there are only 10 floats. Haha.
Anyway, here are some close-ups of the performers as they passed by the Bishan bus interchange. I couldn't get pictures of the floats because I was standing too close to the road.
Yes, Nathan was there.
See you!
Update:
All the pictures are still with the girls, so let's wait until I get everything. Haha. In the meantime, here's an OG1 group shot shamelessly ripped from Louisa' blog:
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I had originally planned to blog on Monday night since Monday was my last day at AJ. Oh well, but everything's coming in fast and furious now, so I think I'll have to delay blogging about AJ and NJ.
Till next time!
I think this is the best Valentine's Day message ever.
Wonderful eh?
Anyway, I think I'm going to be overweight from stuffing myself with chocolate and everything sweet. Help!
Hahaha, saw this Olympus E-3 advertisement online just now. You'll have to view the enlarged version to get what I mean.
Nothing can beat the autofocus system built into the eyes of men. :p
I suddenly have this weird longing to own a giant photocopier. By giant I mean one of those behemoths you see in your school's printing room or your neighbourhood printing shop.
Random as it may seem, I think it is not without basis. I was cutting out articles for GP and myself and I got frustrated (again) over the fact that I didn't have the capability to shrink a tabloid, berliner or broadsheet into an A4. It's quite irritating trying to fold huge essays and fit them onto a puny piece of A4 paper. And it gets even better: The GP tutor only accepts photocopied articles, so I'll have to visit a neighbourhood printer just to get my reading tasks done.
And speaking of reading tasks, I find them excessively tedious and useless. What's the point of doing mind maps, text analysis and argument analysis? I'd rather write a response to every article I cut out then do mind maps on them, because mind maps simply fail to map my mind. Analyses are pretty much useless to me too. I can't pick an argument apart or find logical "signposting" when it's in a bliddy table form.
Sigh.
Back to scissors and glue. Happy Valentine's in advance!
We took class photos yesterday!
Outside 1024 with our GP Tutor.
In 1024 with our PD Tutor.
Shermin, Nicholas and Lester weren't present. Sigh.
Till then!
PS: The lightsphere rocks!
I actually forgot to include pictures of Lijiang Old Town at night! That’s one of the most beautiful sights and I forgot. Sigh. Anyway, my night shots are rather lousy, so I think you can get a better impression of Lijiang Old Town at night here.
Wonderful place. Every single pub/disco has its own live band. My dad was telling me how nice it would be to retire to Lijiang and I found myself agreeing. Why not? The cost of living is much lower too.
Let’s move on to Lugu Lake, home of the Mosuo people. Big chunks of texts will probably bore you guys to death, so if you want more information, Wikipedia’s quite good. Their culture is devilishly interesting.
We took a 7h bone-rattling, teeth-shaking bus journey to Lugu Lake. It’s ultimate rural man! The winding mountain roads aren’t paved at all – they’re just covered with rocks and everything else. Oh, and it’s one lane, so everyone had a heart attack everytime a big truck approached from the opposite direction.
Sorry, I don't have pictures of that.
But anyway, we reached there safe and sound. Here are some pictures:
Our first mission at Lugu Lake was to board a 'sampan' to go across the Lake to a not-so-interesting shrine.
Two idling Mosuo men giving me the "what are you looking at?" look.
Our rower. Nice guy. His fingers are the size of chicken franks! And I bet canoeists will kill for his muscles.
The others on another boat.
One thing interesting about the trip to Yunnan was that the higher the elevation, the larger the sun seemed to get. Quite a pain if you want to take photos.
Got this view from outside the shrine. The sun's huge.
Hahaha, even in rural places, gambling is a favourite pasttime. None of us could understand what they were playing though.
If you've read the article, and especially the portion on "Walking Marriages", here's photographic proof that the men really have to scale the walls and climb into the windows of the women:
The two in costume are Mosuo women. The one of the left is as old as me. Horrors! We guessed 20+. Her sister's only 21 and she refused to reveal how many boyfriends she had already. Oh, and if you're a guy and wearing spectacles, you're highly eligible there. They like guys with specs, not pecs.
Our hotel and our tour bus. We took up the entire 2-star hotel. The 2-star hotel is like the best there is.
Which is rather horrible. At night, the temperature dips to about minus two degrees celcius, AND THE HOTEL ROOMS DO NOT HAVE HEATERS.
The beds have some heating pad underneath them but it's next to useless. I had to boogie and chacha my way around the hotel room, and brush my teeth while doing a Michael Jackson impersonation.
Horrific, but it's quite an eye-opener. Haha.
Here's another something that might be an eye-opener for some of you:
A toilet!
Whatever you discharge goes straight down the mountain slope and into the place they call the "First Bend of Chang Jiang". Woah, direct to nature.
This poor monkey outside the toilet was chained. Sympathetic tourists like us always gave it fruits.
On our way back we encountered a Great Rural Sale, where villagers from all around converge to buy their necessities. Our bus was stuck for a while, so here are a few pictures from inside the bus:
Lelong lelong!
One dollar! One dollar!
Buy 3 get 1 free!
Oh, and the most frightening thing was we encountered a rock slide while on the way back. Even the super-experienced bus driver confessed to us that he was freaked-out.
That's about all!
