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Fwah…

Exhausted.

Except for some glitches here and there (most notably the sound system) GTD Day 1 went rather successfully. I had to run around the function hall in Hall 15 to take videos with Bachol’s Sony handycam and photos using my own Nikon F55, Nikkor 70-300 mm and Nikkor 28-80 lenses, and an external Metz 32-thingie (can’t remember the exact model) external flash. Hopefully they turn out alright, otherwise I’d have wasted my money spent on film and developing… Or Publication and Publicity (PnP)’s, depending on whether I’ll get any reimbursements.

Saw a few of quite cute freshies, which through taste-mismatches weren’t thought as such by my flatmates, who already saw parts of the video. Well, my taste is really that different from most guys, I guess.

No, I don’t think Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera are hot. In fact, I don’t even know how someone who’s hot is supposed to look like. Angelina Jolie only looks quite good in Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Jessica Alba in Fantastic Four, and Keira Knightley in Love Actually. But what makes most people think that these people look good in other circumstances is unbeknownst to me.

This entry is about GTD Day 1, and not who’s hot or not. So I shall get back to the topic at hand.

For the interest of professionalism, of course I didn’t take obvious close-up videos of these group of people, not to any objections from my flatmates due to the taste-mismatches I mentioned above.

Instead , I was called a “stupid shit” because in one of the shots I skipped the group containing one the ladies that one of these men fancies. And for having that taste-mismatch, I was presumed to “like those fat girls with crossed eyes”.

By the way, don’t try that remark on a photographer/videographer. It hurts. And it hurts the girl in question too.

I should know best, you’re reading a true story.

No, I’m not the girl. I’m the photographer/videographer. I believe it wasn’t my fault that I skipped the group and have that taste-mismatch.

But this entry isn’t about what hurts a photographer/videographer/girl.

And what the heck is wrong with those homophobics? What’s so wrong about homosexuals? Not that I would like to be in any relationship with one, but why must he/she be shunned from the rest of the society?

Sigh…

Again, this entry is about GTD Day 1, and not homophobics and homosexuals.

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I realise I’m too tired to think of what to write. In fact, in this state of tiredness, my mind always drifts to other topics much faster than it usually does in normal situations.

So if you start hearing me talk about other topics, such as how I was offered to become the main committee of two different extra-curricular activities (ECAs), I would like to seek your understanding.

Yes you read it right. I was asked (by different people) to apply as the main committee of two different ECAs.

I’m not sure if I should take up the challenge though.

I no longer really need the ECA points since I’m now staying outside, so if I were to apply for main committee position, I know I’d do it purely for the experience.

However, being myself, I know that given a high responsibility, I would do (almost) everything to get the job done. This comes with a drawback, in that I tend to neglect other tasks in which I’m responsible for myself: studies.

Nevertheless, I’ll need to think through this over the next few days after GTD. Or, knowing myself, I’d probably finally decide right before the main committee interviews.

But this post isn’t about my being offered to become the main committee of two different ECAs, is it?

GTD Day 1 was fun beyond what my limited vocabulary can convey, and I hope it will be so for the next 3 days.

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PS: The author would like to assure the readers that he has nothing up against “those fat girls with crossed eyes”. My flatmates (or at least one of them) do. Really.

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