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-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007, 11:04 am
Hmm.Currently, I'm writing this using someone's computer during the allotted break in between our OP presentation and our stint as a student audience.
The feeling of using a computer that's not mine is realy weird, especially when I have no idea how to use this laptop. The only thing I recognize, frankly speaking, is the keyboard with which I hammer out these words.
My Oral Presentation went rather smoothly, I should say. All my group mates are fairly competent speakers and I myself didn't feel as nervous as I thought I would. As per normal, my speech was different from the others I'd given during OP rehearsals. I fed heaps of stinking bullshit to the examiners and the student audience, as I promised I would :) I mean, I can think on my feet sensibly and logically (one of my more useful talents) and make complete spur-of-the-moment thinking come out as though I'd been repeating the damn thing over and over again all my life. It's a gift.
For the Q&A session, the question I got was fairly straightforward:
"You mentioned that your target audience was youth and the senior generation. Which would you place more importance on and why?"
I, of course, answered that youth were the future of the nation, et cetera, et cetera. Run-of-the-mill stuff which required little digesting and comprehending.
After gleefully exiting the classroom, one of our assessors (his name I forget) asked my group why we all had put-on ang moh accents. :)
I think that we did great anyhow.
We returned to our rehearsal room, PD31,in high spirits and I served as an assessor for Desmy's group. They did just fine but I don't blame them for being kan chiong. It's not everyday that we do an OP.
Yesterday, after Hema's and Cherie's OPs, the three of us went out to McDonald's to eat lunch, together with Pearlyn and Jean. We went to Jurong Point after that on the pretext of going to visit the massive new Popular bookstore but actually to shop. We spent an enjoyable time there, browsing books and going crazy over stationery (don't ask) and later moved on to clothes and shoes. That is to say, Hema and Cherie went shopping for clothes and shoes while I stared blankly into space.
That's right, I don't enjoy, relish nor delight in shopping. Good thing Desmy wasn't there,I don't think I could have coped with Cherie and Desmy together. Not after that incident at Marina Square with the Shopping Queens. I'm still bloody traumatised by that shopping fest.
But anyway, it wasn't that bad. Hema and I watched with no small degree of amusement when Cherie agonised over buying a crepe from the new crepe house since she had no cash on hand, only NETS.
"Do you think they'll accept NETS?" she asked me.
"Not for one miserable crepe, I think,"
Incidentally, how does one properly pronounce the word 'crepe'? 'Creep'? 'Crap'? 'Cra-pay'? I mean, just try and pronounce one of the many, many amusing pronounciations of the word, complete with fake bad French accent.
After a (uhmmmn) delightful shopping excursion, we parted ways and I went home to be roused out less than half an hour later to go to Sakura for a decadent buffet dinner. Stuffed, we deevolved into squabbling degenerates. It was among such charming company that I banged out my I&R draft.
Joy to the world, peace on earth.
Woohoo.