LIKE A VERGE-IN



Exactly one year ago, we were just getting started on the Feature Writing module, which is really what made me enter Mass Comm in the first place. I don't think I've ever felt so ready to jump into a project so quickly, and to have been so willing to take up the position of an editor (unfortunately). Like that Britney Spears album, I was IN THE ZONE MAN!

But I'm going to spare the emotional talk because I just can't do it. If you've seen The Devil Wears Prada, I was exactly the kind of editor who Miranda Priestly was, albeit a thousand times more explosive. That's why I'm writing this post because I want to compile some of the memorable moments that took place over the four months of this project so that I will look back 10 years from now and think about how much of a bitch I was at this point of time. It's Meryl Streep's fault!

Verge (as seen above) was a magazine created as a result of, to put it directly, wasting food, being lapsap, being buay paiseh, scolding group members via WhatsApp's audio note function, and telling people to start going to church. I am still not sorry for about 80% of those things. LOL!!!!

In retrospect, I really have to give it to all 9 other members of the team. You cannot imagine just how much shit they went through with me; I was perpetually on my period that till this day, across my entire Mass Comm life, I believe my PMS-ness was at its zenith during this time. I really do not think they ever deserved to face my nonsense, but I am a raging **** after all. There's really no excuse on my part.

But I am so so so so thankful that everybody pushed themselves and produced a quality of work that otherwise wouldn't have been achieved. I'm not even gonna be bothered if any of my groupmates hate me till this day, because we ultimately DID IT! (cue emotional music and onslaught of tears)


Buay pai right, got my scanned signature over there some more... Jeremy says my signature very ugly, but I can't take a guy who painted a fake goatee on his face seriously. 

Check out our bold-lipped glory box conceptualised by Clement. We literally used acrylic paint to coat our lips and all around it, and some even ended up on some of our teeth, lol! Oliver's teeth were actually red in the photos so can you imagine how horrific that was when we viewed them up close?

I'm also pretty sure this is going to give us cancer somewhere down the road, but I'm touching my wood as I'm typing this (take this as you will).  I have to say my hair wasn't very on point though, so that's very disappointing.



Just when you thought we shot those pics in a studio, as it turns out, we're just really really poor. Plus Jeremy insisted on having that stupid goatee.



Easily the saddest photoshoot we ever had to do, the most obvious reason being that one less bowl of wanton mee = one less happy tummy (i.e. mine).

I had to cab all the way down to Kovan at 8am in the morning from Jurong carrying Mahjong paper for this shoot. Then we actually went down to the hawker centre, not to ask the uncle to let us take home a bowl of wanton mee, but to pose as a normal customer and then casually walking off with the bowl out of the hawker centre, while Jeremy snuck the spoon and chopsticks from a separate stall because he die die wanted green coloured ones. Aiya, but I'm quite sure Jeremy has already returned them... OR SO I THINK... 



Nicole clearly did not sign up for this.





I'm not even going to try to justify that we are not a mess. But totally worth it! One of my favourite pages of the magazine to be quite honest. I particularly like the stain marks of the zhup, and the lone pork lard at the bottom right corner of the page. LOL.



Here's also a random picture of this chocolate cake recipe (one of Valerie's articles) we tried to make to take photos but failed miserably... we even bought two shitass ugly cups from Japan Home only to end up not using it. Sigh!



One of my favourite spreads in the magazine because it looks so cleeeaaan and sleeeeek. And having Clement and Megan on the team was such a blessing because they totally rocked the fashion section which I gave a grand total of 0 hoots for content-wise, so I cannot imagine what would've happened to this if they weren't around.



Left: a book review on 'I Will Survive', a collection of personal stories by LGBT individuals who've faced discrimination of some form in society. Very insightful and eye-opening read. I still have that book at home even though it's actually Meifang's haha! Meifang if you're reading this I'll return it to you on Graduation Day okay? I PROMISE!

Right: An article on vinyls that's also the reason why I posted this photo. Because of this:



HAR HAR HAR!!!! FUNNY RIGHT? Look at me being a hardworking editor just snapping photos we'll laugh at 1 year later.

And the best part was when we found out that our magazine cover concept was identical to Charmaine's group!



Siao liao, siao liao, we didn't even discuss about our cover ideas and this just happened. We even look like a lesbian couple in this photo. My hips sure are wide. Any wider, I could've passed off as Rosie O'Donnell.

Okay I'm too lazy to post other pages of the magazine, but long story short, after all those ~trials and tribulations~ we underwent, from having to swap roles, having been on the verge of killing ourselves and having gone through the peak of my peak of PMS-ness which amounted to a 10-page long WhatsApp message telling the group I'll be going to church to pray for them (I've decided not to post the message because I don't feel like it), we emerged as the second-best magazine of the semester (behind Charmaine's) with the highest marks for content.

Considering how our lecturer told us midway through that our magazine was one of the worst-performing of the semester, I felt like our team really conquered against all odds lor! We were working like dogs!

Looking back, our group dynamic was surprising considering how we grouped together simply because we were all seated on the right side of the classroom. Was it fate? ~*ter ner ner ner... [mysterious music]*~

We had a super efficient bunch of sub-editors – Clement and Oliver. They were so meticulous and proficient at their job because they both have an immaculate command of English. I remember how we would sit in OurSpace, poring over every single article, scrutinising for every possible error, and I think we've read through each article in the magazine at least seven times. On top of that, both of them even wrote extra articles for the magazine, so really curly lesbian weaves off to them.

We had very talented designers – Sarah and Nicole. What I liked best about both of them was how they were clearly 200% done with my shit right from the get-go, and it was hard on them because I was still unwavering despite being consciously aware of their level of doneness (hehe!). Sarah really put her illustration skills to use (the man in the cover was drawn by her) and Nicole has that designer's eye that God didn't bother to bestow upon me.

I would also like to take this opportunity to apologise to Nicole for scolding her "Why you haven't export the PDF?!" at the printing shop only to have her shout back "EXPORTING!!!!", but I can't deny that I felt pretty accomplished because Nicole is like, the chillest girl ever, and the fact that I managed to make her crack like that makes me sickeningly satisfied. HAHAHAH!!! LOVE YOU NICOLE!!!!

We had a pretty kick-ass photographer / photo-editor – Jeremy Chua. I have to say I forced him into this one, because it was literally to the point of me setting his schedules for him, telling him he has to do this and that, and probably felt like killing me at one point, but he was probably too exhausted to do so because he goes to the gym too damn often. But he knows his photo shit, he knows how to edit his shit, and I don't know why he never believes me when I tell him how valuable his contributions were to the team, seriously. Sincerely, fuck you!

Lastly, we had 4 writers with a unique style of their own that really made the magazine what it is – Megan, Meifang, Valerie and Yuxin. I made it clear from the beginning that I didn't want the articles to be stylistically consistent throughout, because I wanted each writer to shine on their own, and I'm glad that it turned out that way. Everybody was so hardworking through this, even for Valerie, who from knowing her, normally doesn't even care about anything! They're the first ones to come up with great story angles, the first ones to finish everything so promptly, and gave a lot of input in planning the layout and everything.

Will I want to do this project all over again? Hell no. Would I do anything different if I did though? I don't think I would leh! I guess now that I've become a lowly intern at a real magazine, I'm getting my just desserts. Really. We get log cakes sent to the office every other day, my waistline is going insane.


After all these unglamorous lesbian weave photos of me here's me on one of my better days:



Err... actually...

Too Tired

Wanted to spend time updating my blog but ended up sleeping most of the pubic holiday away... oh well. Here's a picture of me at work the other day sleeping while shitting to tide you over in the meantime:



Also keeping this picture just in case I decide to have a consultation with my plastic surgeon over e-mail because I'm so lazy lol!!!!!

Yes, I did cut off my weave without doing a proper post about it, but I figured since it's been literally months since that's happened I shan't bother doing it...

Anyway, in memory of my curly lesbian weave, here's a video I did for Radio Heatwave (which I'm also officially retired from) a looooong time ago where we pitted ourselves against a team of professional gamers (legit!) to a game of L4D2 (and DOTA, but the footage was corrupted so the video never came out) so please don't judge me because let's just say... the things I did in that game were not among the smartest things I've done in my life HAHAHAH!!! And pardon the awkward hosting because I was too lazy to memorise the script until 1 minute before filming. Plus, I had to act cool when I'm not. YEA LA YEA LA I'M JUST MAKING EXCUSES FOR MY INEPTITUDE OK??? Go away la fuck




The Birds and the Feet

I have a bittersweet feeling towards growing old. Sweet because based on the past 5 years, I find myself looking more attractive with each coming year. Bitter because that's precisely why I fear for the day everything starts to go downhill (and frankly, it's coming). I'm ~only~ (as some people would tell me... annoying) turning 20 in three months and I'm already contemplating 20 botoxes, a nose job and 5 facelifts.

Because what I fear the most is ageing. Okay, that's too general. I'm cool with it. What I fear the most are crow's feet.

I CANNOT keep my eyes off looking at people's crow's feet. I'll admit it. It's this weird thing I have going on.

If there is one feature about growing old that I'm most afraid of, it's not the wrinkles anywhere else, maybe it's the receding hairline, but fo' sho', it's the wrinkles at the edge of my eyes. I don't know why. When I talk to old people, I can't help noticing their crow's feet. When I see peers my age having crow's feet, I start to Google for dermatologists. Fortunately, the one and ONLY good thing the Chan family genes have given me, other than my nice legs, are the fact that I don't seem to be getting crow's feet anytime soon.

All the cute boys have tight-skinned faces. I unfortunately don't have that genetic luxury; not only do I blame my ancestry which includes Jackie Chan, but I also blame my sordid childhood when I would order a 4 piece meal via KFC delivery because I had to meet a minimum order.

Also cannot understand why people around my age sometimes take photos raising their brows so high up, forcing forehead wrinkles to say hello. Is 20 years too long a wait?

"Look at him, he's so handsome. His crow's feet make me so moist" - No one EVER?
Okay, but the thing is this: I don't actually hate crow's feet. I just don't want it. And when I see that other people have it, it's like when my friends don't finish their food during our meals together – I don't mind (them not giving me to eat) it, but I can't stop staring at it.

I don't even know when or how this fear came about. It just happened. I remember many years back when there was this Channel 8 drama starring Zoe Tay and Fann Wong and I happened to read some reviews on those nasty forums online. Wa biang, everybody was SO QUICK to attack Zoe Tay saying how she's a has-been and looks so old that her crow's feet are super defined on screen. These people are like vultures attacking a dead carcass!

And then there is a certain national swimmer who recently made headlines and looks disturbingly like a cross between Aaron Allwood and Matthew Chaisit Tan. I'm not going to name names, but this picture should be obvious enough:


Still not naming names!

When I first saw him, all I could think of was... HOW OLD IS THIS GUY? Then I found out he is a full five months younger than me. Holy shitballs. How could this be? His (albeit newly-developed, I'll cut him some slack) crow's feet are so deep, a tadpole could practically live in there and you'd never find out!

That only means one thing – chlorinated water is fucked up. Thank god I never learnt swimming; when I was young, my uncle would try to teach me how to learn swimming but I never did because I had this weird phobia of deep waters (enough of the how-do-you-shower jokes). The funny thing is I don't have this fear anymore. God knew I would hate the ageing effects and gave me this blessing in disguise. Maybe that's why I don't fear it anymore cuz I have since grown too fat and lazy to swim.

There's also this saying that people who usually develop crow's feet at an early age means they are very positive people since they smile / laugh a lot. Therefore, I'm fucked. Yet, if I don't smile, people say I have a bitch face. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

But you know who are the people who don't seem to get it until they're 80 years old? The Japanese. I have the same response as when their doctors step in: "I don't get it!" That's why I love them so much.


Whoever their doctors are, I want each and every one of their numbers. Now. Okay, I'll wait 5 years max.



Okay, maybe not this lady over here. Not even my full-of-flaws fave ayumi hamasaki could resist crow's feet in this show where she meets her teenage idol. Poor girl (she's not a girl anymore, she has crow's feet) woman... if she had piled on a bit more concealer maybe she would've stood a chance with him lol


OKAY maybe I should stop complaining... I've been very angsty and PMS-y these days, I don't know what's gotten to me. I think I need help. ;( ;( ;(

But I think I'm getting back into the habit of blogging, which I think is great. I'm one step closer to getting my shit together. It's been stagnant for too long so it has come to a point where I REALLY think nobody reads it anymore LOOOOOL.

But it's okay, life is blissful for me. Right now I'm really just sailing through for the rest of the year, which may or may not be a good thing. Every day I reach home and I'm just so tired from work, and I guess maybe that's why I'm blogging so much again. It's like a coping mechanism of some sorts, and I feel like I'm much more free based on the fact that when you leave the office, you leave all your work there too, so that's one perk I've never gotten to enjoy in a looooong time.

Also getting back to reading books again, am continuing learning Japanese at my own free time and all is good at the moment. No ragrets, just enjoy typing shit here because it's fun. Generally very blessed with what's happened for the past few months, and the many more months to come. Can't wait to graduate!!!!!

有些人笨就是笨

It took me quite a while to realise that I am actually really stupid. But what's severely overdue is realising that there are so many people who are worse off, and now that I do, it's annoying the shit out of me.

Unfortunately I can't name a lot of examples because they're quite specific in most of these stories. But sometimes when I talk to certain people who try to come off as smart, I can't help but to only deduce that they are either (a) stupid or (b) plain stupid.

Like people who speak in phoney accents. I hate it. Stop acting like you're so "worldly" and "cosmopolitan" when half your life was spent talking to the hawker centre auntie about how you like your Hokkien mee wet and moist. And just because you happened to *be born* in the States doesn't mean you *grew up in* or *was from* the States. It just means your parents didn't know how to plan their holidays. So change your Facebook bio.

Granted, our Singaporean accent doesn't exactly sound that cultured, and if I could, I wouldn't want to speak in a full-blown Singaporean accent overseas. But embarrassment forms only half of the equation. The other half is the fact that it's much easier to get around that way. Therefore, Singaporeans who fake accents when they're in Singapore are really incredibly stupid and pretentious. "I would like to have a bowl of laksa without the cockles to have here." (Not a specific example, but there have been similar instances I've witnessed) Sweet Jesus Christ, get over yourself and stop being a weirdo.

And then there are annoying, well-read people. I am not very well-read. I like to read books, especially The Three Little Pigs, but I've never been interested in deeply intellectual and philosophical literature like Shakespeare or, I don't know, Mr Midnight.

But some of the people who do appreciate such works (who I truly admire their ability to) seem to also look at themselves as people who perpetually have something stuffed up their ass while sitting on imaginary high horses. "Oh, you lowly peasants." And they think their well-read-ness = them knowing all about life. I've come to realise that knowledge, especially for most life skills, can hardly be learnt from books. A few profound books does not a smart person make. There are some incredibly well-read people in my life who end up being quite the dumbass, and these are the very people who've made me realise that perhaps I shouldn't be so quick to look up to these people after all. Can afford to buy books but cannot buy class. Bye.

People who pass off others' judgments for their own. Take this story for example. Feature Writing semester. Our lecturer found 8 DAYS as a publication repulsive, has trashy content, and has shitty layouts, and that we shouldn't base our projects based on that publication. I personally love it, as evident by how I've been reading it since Sec 3.

But based on this one opinion, about 80% of MCM students magically carried the same opinion literally overnight, and $10 these bitches don't even know what they're talking about because they've never even bothered to read the magazine. I bet another $10 that these people don't know that you can buy 5 issues with that $10. Hello, don't knock it till you've tried it? It's just like how everybody assumes FHM is a porn magazine. I think FHM is actually a really interesting magazine if you bother to actually flip through it! It's just like any other lifestyle magazine, just catered towards men, but some people are really just stupid to pass off judgments based on appearance. Unless what you're judging is a balut, which in that case... yes, some pretty nasty shit.

At least say "I've heard that..." or "This person said to me..." but don't pass off statements sweepingly as your own because when you start getting questioned and end up not knowing your shit, obviously no one's going to take you seriously?!

Ok, rant over. Internship's been making me extremely cranky because the air is so dry. The skin on my face is flaking off faster than a KFC egg tart, and no amount of moisturiser seems to be saving it. Lord have mercy on my face!!!!!!! It's the only asset that's going to get me the money and the boys in future, at least from waist up.

Takoyaki woes


Using this old photo because what the heck, I can't believe my photographic composition skills were better 5 years ago than they are now

Lately I've been questioning what are some of the best cuisines in the world, and that if I could only eat one cuisine for the rest of my life, what it would be. I narrowed my choices down to the top 3 because I couldn't decide in the order - Chinese (especially Cantonese), Japanese and Singaporean food. What can I say, I have yellow fever (and fuck hamburgers).

But I figured Singaporean food is so unhealthy it's gonna eventually give me either a heart attack or a stroke, and Chinese food, besides dim sum and herbal soups, is like... like that lor. But Japanese food is some dope shit. Sure, they have a very limited range - it's either rice (don, sushi, etc.) or noodles (ramen, udon, etc.) or weird shit like dancing squids. But I love it because they're almost always cooked to perfection (you rarely taste shitty Japanese food unless the subject matter is already something you hate in the first place), is healthy and will probably keep me thin for the rest of my life - the last point really was what got me sold.

Anyhoo, I feel the need to express my disappointment towards an increasing lack (lol) of takoyaki shops in Singapore. It's almost facing the same, sad predicament that chwee kueh is experiencing, which is also another of my favourite foods. It's depressing, and both are a bitch to make at home.

It was bad enough that the Gindaco (hands down the best takoyaki available in Singapore) at Jurong Point closed down, although I frequented it less after finding out my secondary school senior was working there who was homophobic as fuck but turned out to be gay and actually dated my poly junior but that's another story for another day LOL1!!!

So after Gindaco closed down in JP, the only outlet left was in ION Orchard, so I went there yesterday, craving desperately for some tako ballz and fruit tarts (another underrated dessert I must say) only to find out that the bloody place is RENOVATING! Then we went to Takashimaya and found out that the takoyaki shop at the basement has been replaced by some lame-ass pastry shop. FUCK! Takashimaya tak Takoyaki seriously???!?!

Which leaves us with the horrendous WOW TAKO. I fail to comprehend how they taste the worst but have the most number of outlets in Singapore, and the only reason why I buy from them is because there really isn't much of a choice. It's dry on the outside AND dry on the inside, it's like how I think old testicles would be like. Nasty shit going on man.

It's so hard to not love takoyaki so I don't understand why nobody is addressing this problem!!! They're small, easy to eat, doughy yet full of flavour, well, I just love balls. Takoyaki was what made me accept putting any part of an octopus into my mouth, and for that, I have reason to believe Takoyaki has made a huge impact in my life.

Even bootleg takoyaki from pasar malams are SO GOOD even though they're clearly cooked wrongly and the balls fall flat 5 seconds after taking them off the moulds but they still taste so good, it should be a whole separate dish on its own. Idk call it soggy Singaporean balls or something.

In the mean time I'm getting ready for INTERNSHIP STARTING NEXT MONDAY!!! I'm so excited because it's pretty much something I'd strike off my bucket list, but I don't know if I'm supposed to reveal it in this nasty ass blog in case my bosses are able to google and find out, so I shan't dice with death here.

Corporate bullshit

I've had this long internal debate within myself for the past many months wondering how or why someone would bother finding out what alcohol can do to the human body (but that person is a genius anyway, so whatever).

But for a really long time I've questioned the whole idea of a "corporate look" (I can't really be bothered to find out what the phrase used really is) or a "corporate identity" one should possess in corporate situations. I HATE IT!!!

The first time I ever got to realise how ridiculously stupid the whole idea is was when I had to do that awfully bland, 100% PR valedictorian speech at JWSS' Speech Day 2 years ago.

I don't remember if I blogged about it, but basically I drafted up my speech which ended up getting COMPLETELY rejected in its entirety because it was supposedly "too bitchy" (I was being tastefully honest, so I really don't get that part. There was no bashing whatsoever involved.) and that the teacher who vetted it could "already imagine me reading it in my voice" (how is that a bad thing??).

I was quite pissed about it and just told them to draft up a speech they felt was "appropriate" for the occasion. Needless to say, it was a cookie-cutter speech written with absolutely no personality and even came with a quote at the end, which I gave a total of 0 fucks about. I felt pretty shit reading it. At the end of the day, the title the school awarded me is not something that I need; not for a ratchet secondary school. So why am I obliged to be, crudely put, controlled like a dog and sell my soul away?!

And then there have been multiple times since then throughout my time in poly when I've been told I do not carry a "scholarly" look even though I am an NP scholar. What is a scholarly look? Does having a curly lesbian weave mean I do not have a look that is, I don't know, socially acceptable?

Why is it that at award ceremonies or even when you're giving a simple presentation in front of an audience, you're supposed to have short, black hair that's neat, a dress shirt with a tie and blazer, dress pants, dress shoes, etc. etc.? That shit is just uncomfortably prim and proper.

I just can't stand the idea of selling my identity and personality away just so that I can represent another's "image" and "reputation". I mean, I completely understand that you can't have people wearing singlets and boxers with slippers doing this kind of shit what. I understand that there are certain extremes that cross the line. But right now there isn't even a line to cross so all you can do is just stand there and let everyone screw you over whichever way they like. Very shiok meh? I just do not see harm in having just a slight bit of deviation in that sense, which apparently is blasphemous enough to some people.

I have been denied certain opportunities because the way I looked did not suit an ideal image. And it just annoys me because I find it to be unfair. I'm sorry but I can't see myself being any other average person, conforming to ideals and standards that every other person walking around has because that, to me, is just painful. That's also why I cannot tolerate people who just can't be real with one another, putting on fake smiles and talking about boring shit like staplers or something.

For me, I appreciate versatility and I know that that word does not go well with "corporate". And that's why I vow to never pick up a job / career path that will only reduce me into an office-bound, bland, boring, salaryman. The day that happens to me will probably be the day I officially give up on life.

p/s. Not exactly the most positive post to put up after a 4-month absence but lulz

I'M GETTING OUTTA THIS SHITHOLE IN 6 HOURS

I have to get out of the house in like, 2 hours and I can barely contain my excitement!!! I'm finally going to Tokyo again!!! This will be like, my third time going and I am still super stoked anyway because I'll be going with awesome people (and by awesome I'm not talking about you, Nicolene) and we're pretty much going to places that I don't think tourists can actually go so it's gonna be COOLBALLS!

Unfortunately I didn't manage to schedule posts for this blog and scheduled posts for J-Pop KAMPAI! instead... lol SORRY but I will *try* to update while I'm on the trip (which also means I won't cuz I don't realise how lazy I am sometimes) BUT hey ho hey ho! I'll be the editor for the blog of our trip at fmsintokyo.blogspot.com where we'll have daily updates up so you guys can go check that shizz out. Can also follow us on Instagram and like us on Facebook if you care.

The moment I come back on 3rd April it'll already be the first day of FBC and things are happening so quickly! I am excited for BOTH this trip and FBC at the same time so you can only imagine how mentally unstable I am. PLUS I found out recently that the Mr. Bean at Boon Lay MRT closed down which put me on the verge of seeing a therapist.

Meanwhile note to self: please do not stuff yourself with food even though the Japanese somehow magically still manage to remain so skinny but remember you do not have Japanese DNA you have fatty bom bom DNA so you WILL get fat and you WILL NOT like it 

sunday funday

HOLA AMIGO!!!!!

Since this is the first update of 2014 this post certainly deserves a celebratory (whut whuuuuuuut) picture to commemorate the occasion



2013 came to a very depressing end, much of which was due to my battle with alcohol addiction, which has also made me not be able to embrace the fact that my face legitimately turns into a gross purple colour when I drink, resulting in pictures of me actually blending into dark backgrounds (I tried to find a picture exemplifying this but I couldn't... told you I blend into the background liao)

I have also finally embarked on my driving practical lessons which have been pretty exciting. Some of the more memorable incidents that happened include me mounting a curb, stalling the car in the middle of the public road and striking a curb within 5 seconds of entering the public road. I'm smooth like that. I should also probably never drive again after getting my license.

I also have the tendency of scolding other learner drivers (like me) for making mistakes like cutting into my lane even though I make the very same mistakes. I'm a bitch leh.

Putting that aside I'm also going to Japan again!! Yay!!!! It'll be part of a school trip which I am super lucky to be able to get into because I already got to go to China once in my first year where we picked up horse shit and stuff.

Fortunately this time round it's more of a study trip and less of a community service trip so we'll be going to see pretty cool shit like Waseda University, NHK studios, etc. etc. I'm super stoked! I'll be going with Nicolene and Charmaine too so they'll be my BBHs (big booty hoes) for the trip.

As for school... well, it's probably the most interesting and busiest semester thus far. The funny thing is that when I look at the structure of the semester I can't help but feel like I shouldn't be as busy as I really was compared to the other semesters but somehow it just happened, so that's also the reason why I didn't update at all throughout the past 4 months.

The only modules I really put in a shitload of effort in were radio production and feature writing, like I've already told you guys before and feature writing really made me cross a number of hurdles where I also changed the style I usually lead my groups in groupwork (especially since this one was of 10 people so it was rather challenging) which has led to very mixed outcomes but I'll save that for a later post hahaha

Radio production, on the other hand, was a disaster for my last assignment. Admittedly, I still got a good enough grade but trust me, if you were there, both you and I would know that I truly DID NOT deserve that grade, which was why I promised Ms Soo I will start going to church (I have yet to fulfill that promise. Happy lent thingy!!!!)

Basically the final assignment was to do a 12-minute on-air live talk show with a guest of my choice. I never really had a solid idea of who I wanted to interview but in some way or another, hey ho hey ho, I got a tarot card reader. ~*oooOOOooo*~

Admittedly, I never saw tarot card reading as something that goes deep into spiritual depths and shit. I honestly thought it was just a card game thing. Like poker cards. Which was why I was quite dodgy about having this idea approved my Ms Soo, though it was approved in the end la.

Basically the structure of the show was very simple - there's an introduction, then a simple asking of a few questions, followed by a break, during which I will pick up a phone call from a caller (i.e. my classmate) who will ask a question to the guest to answer after we come back from that break. After that, the show resumes as per normal (ask a few more questions) before we end off. It's supposedly that simple but nooooOOOooooOOOooo

My guest was freakin' amazing. She does tarot card reading professionally (each appointment is $200, I'm not shitting you. She brings in the douuuuuugghhhh) and on a sidenote her office also looks super cool when I went there to brief her on the details.

On the day itself everything went as planned - until it was my turn to do the show (i.e. the test itself).

Everything was smooth sailing until we reached the break, where while the trailers were playing I'm supposed to be picking up the phone call off-air to receive the caller's question. That was when things went horribly wrong.

The moment I pressed the button to accept the phone call, what ensued was the LOUDEST static noise drowning out my caller's voice even though I can still hear her reasonably well. But I have NEVER heard that sort of noise before and I've practiced using the phone like, about 10 times since the third assignment?! It's ridiculous. Not just that, but the projector showing the computer screen shut down all of a sudden as well at that very same moment.

By then I was freaking out on the inside but I remained calm. Obviously I can't let the static end up being on air, so I just hung up the phone (poor Denise didn't know what was going on so she kept calling back lol) and decided to pick up the call again while we were on air, because hopefully when it's live the static goes away.

So when the show resumed I pretended nothing was wrong (which is correct la) and said that we had a caller on the line! I pressed the button receiving the call and "TEEHHHHHHHHHHHH" the cheebye static was STILL THERE! I immediately hung up the call and promptly said that there was a technical glitch "but I have the caller's question on hand anyway!" LOOOOOOOOL.

I died so bad. After the show I sent my guest off in a cab and I literally could not stop shaking for 30 minutes. Valerie and Jeremy were dying cuz they thought my reaction was very funny. I never felt like such a mess in my entire poly life before?!?! Radio leh!!! Final assignment leh!!! How can screw up like that!!!

I was panicking so badly I legitly STARTED LOOKING THROUGH MY PHONE'S CONTACT LIST SO I CAN CALL SOMEONE LOL (I ended up calling Milo who semi-successfully calmed me down). I didn't even want to go back upstairs into the studio to get my results!

But I did anyway.

When I entered the studio I was just like "Ms Soooooooooooooo we both know how that went so just give it to me so I can get over it sooner" HAHAHHA. After which we screamed at each other where she was just like "TRAAAAAAVIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS" and I was just like "MS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO" which went on for a good 10 seconds before we stopped and realised the whole class was staring at us.

But yeah basically I lost marks from the phone call bit because ~*there was no phone call at all*~ but Ms Soo probably thought I was emotionally distressed already so she just kept praising the content of my interview even though I was so nervous that I didn't even know what I was talking about throughout the entire 10 minutes.

My guest brought a camera to have someone film down the interview some more!!! Lao kui leh!!!!!!!

Anyhoo, my classmates and Ms Soo herself said to me that (I didn't notice it cuz I was too busy being a mess) the moment my guest and I stepped onto the console, the projector started acting a bit funny, which was why it shut down in the middle of my show. She didn't have any idea what the static was all about as well but the funny thing is everything was fine again after we left.

When I reached home I told the story to the person who got me my guest's contact and I found out she's trained as a spiritual medium (fml) so her ~*spiritual energy*~ was probably clashing with the high frequency equipment and shit. Or Mei Ling just wants to say hi or something.

But waaaa this is SCARY AS HEEEEEEEEELLLLLL!!!!!! This was one hell of a lesson learnt man. At that point I was just glad I was done with radio LOL.


Okay now let's move on to things I do not care about. Public relations!!!! Okay, PR classes were fun but I just generally do not like the PR aspect of media lol. Everything just seems so contrived and pretentious to me, I don't know. There are definitely beneficial aspects to PR like employee relations and all that but consumer relations just seems like a nightmare to me.

And because I was focusing too much on feature writing and radio I kind of neglected my PR assignments a bit, which is probably why I ended up getting a B for the final PR project, the lowest grade I've gotten for an assignment in poly thus far (YEA LA YEA LA SO PAINFUL RIGHT LOOK AT HOW I SUFFER FROM A B) (BUT THE FACT STILL STANDS OK LOL) 

But let's be real though, our "client" for this project was Science Centre Singapore. Science Centre Singapore leh. Ok la, I was pretty impressed by the fire tornado when I went there to look see look see... but Science Centre Singapore though.


I've been looking for part-time jobs to no avail so that makes me pretty depressed too. I've more or less figured that nobody will hire me since I'll be overseas from the end of this month anyway and by the time I come back school's going to start already lol, so what's the point right?

But I really need cash though, so I'm trying to set up a portfolio site as well and hopefully get a few freelance jobs in web design. Hopefully only la, I'll probably never get one but I'll just pray or something.

(p/s. I had someone on tumblr asking me to continue doing CDs of the month but it would probably be not as frequent since I'm not really spending a lot on them now LOL I'll see how it goesss)