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Random.
Friday, November 23, 2007

Wasn't in school today.
I didn't rot at home, instead

I was playing around with Macromedia Flash MX.
Kudos to Henry for lending me his CD to install.

Now I felt more like a STA student.

Adobe photoshop.
Adobe Illustrator
Adobe Macromedia Flash MX.
Adobe Dreamweaver.

(I hope adobe won't sue me for abusing its products)

Apart from this,
I was babysitting Verris as always
and a indian lady rang the bell.

carried verris towards the door.
ME : Hi, you are?
LADY : Oh hi! He's cute. Anyway, hi, I am from Mediacorp
(wah, was so curious why was she here)
and I'm here to conduct a survey. Can I have few minutes of your time?

*wonders why mediacorp send her down to do a survey*

ME: Sure.
Lady: Are you aware of the Bedok CC?

ME: Erm, you mean the community center?
Lady: Yah, located near there(she pointed outside)

I turned to my mom and asked whether she visit the CC or not.
Mom: I seldom go. (Wow, impressed by what she said)
Lady: How many times you went there before?

Mom: Never!( I nearly burst out laughing. She said seldom and when
she was asked how many times she went there before she said never)

*cut long granny's story short*

Lady: Oh, that's the thing, we realised that resident here don't go
for community center activities. Do you have any thing you would like
to suggest to improve on this problem?

ME: Uh! Perhaps, the organisers can form a band? Because I realised that there isn't any community band in the east side. So why not?

Lady: Wow, good suggestion! May I have your particulars? And is the baby your brother?

ME: Nooo.. she is my niece!

Lady: Oh! So, your Alevel is over?

ME: No, I'm in a polytechnic. Republic POLY.

Lady: OH! My nephew is studying there too. DO you know _____?

ME: No.

Lady: Oh. alright, anyway thanks for your time. here's my token of appreciation to you for your patient.

ME: Thank you.


Then I took to look at the token - a pen from Media Research Consultant.
"Chey", I said, "bluff me say from mediacorp"

"Sai ar".

But hey, if the community center were to have a Band,
I believe it gonna be fun eh.

:D alright.
No picture post, I'm off to frolic with the adobesssss.