more pics of thursday's out with bebs.

i was so fascinated by these fisheye mirrors they use for carparks that i couldnt help snapping pictures of myself in it. and i was happily saying that i wanna get fisheye lenses, forgetting that my camera is a simple pointandshoot, instead of a fancy schmancy dslr that comes with the bells and whistles like shutter speed control, aperture, f-stop control (ok i dont really know what that does, but it sounds cool to know the vocab rite?) and interchangeable lenses.
but i think its time to change my 2 year old camera. i think its gonna commit suicide soon cos the shutter seems to be really slow, the buttons are all mixed up sometimes, and the dial acts like a compass near a magnetic source - all wonky. sadly, money is an issue. hopefully the army pays me well enough so i can afford a dslr. the amount of sweat, blood, tears im going to sacrifice for the country better be worth it.
as afraid as i am about joining the men in green due to my currently weak physical nature, i am stocked about enlisting. i've always liked the outdoors, and i am patriotic. seriously i am. i know that my heart beats to tune of Majulah Singapura and Stand up For Singapore. you wouldnt think that i feel that way from the way i look, but hey! i really do.
its time to do some designing of the band logo, website, and some plain photoshop-ing. not shopping for photos but the act of photoshop-ing. using photoshop.
i've been a good boy today havent i bebs? my late night notwithstanding, i woke up at 830 today to teach bebs stats till about 1, and after that i did the laundy and washed the toilet. soon, im gonna have to fold the mountain of clothes stacked (yes stacked, not just strewn) on the sofa. i think i can hide in the pile of clothes and wont be found for at least a decade. its like finding a needle in a haystack. quite an apt metaphor no? seeing how im skinny as a needle.
in other news, i looooove my threadless tees. but i want to shorten them, should i? they're too long that they're below the crotch of my jeans/berms. hmm.

i was so fascinated by these fisheye mirrors they use for carparks that i couldnt help snapping pictures of myself in it. and i was happily saying that i wanna get fisheye lenses, forgetting that my camera is a simple pointandshoot, instead of a fancy schmancy dslr that comes with the bells and whistles like shutter speed control, aperture, f-stop control (ok i dont really know what that does, but it sounds cool to know the vocab rite?) and interchangeable lenses.
but i think its time to change my 2 year old camera. i think its gonna commit suicide soon cos the shutter seems to be really slow, the buttons are all mixed up sometimes, and the dial acts like a compass near a magnetic source - all wonky. sadly, money is an issue. hopefully the army pays me well enough so i can afford a dslr. the amount of sweat, blood, tears im going to sacrifice for the country better be worth it.
as afraid as i am about joining the men in green due to my currently weak physical nature, i am stocked about enlisting. i've always liked the outdoors, and i am patriotic. seriously i am. i know that my heart beats to tune of Majulah Singapura and Stand up For Singapore. you wouldnt think that i feel that way from the way i look, but hey! i really do.
its time to do some designing of the band logo, website, and some plain photoshop-ing. not shopping for photos but the act of photoshop-ing. using photoshop.
i've been a good boy today havent i bebs? my late night notwithstanding, i woke up at 830 today to teach bebs stats till about 1, and after that i did the laundy and washed the toilet. soon, im gonna have to fold the mountain of clothes stacked (yes stacked, not just strewn) on the sofa. i think i can hide in the pile of clothes and wont be found for at least a decade. its like finding a needle in a haystack. quite an apt metaphor no? seeing how im skinny as a needle.
in other news, i looooove my threadless tees. but i want to shorten them, should i? they're too long that they're below the crotch of my jeans/berms. hmm.

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