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First Volunteer Session at the SAF

No, not the army. Singapore Arts Festival.

I really should get out of the habit of leaving blogging to the middle of the night. I should also make sure that now that I started to write here instead of blogger, I wouldn’t leave the designing undone and procrastinate. I will get a domain and hosting soon, and actually get down to designing. I just need a better platform now.

First and foremost, before I describe the events of the day (Friday), I should announce this. For record’s sake.
I got into NUS Architecture.
Actually, I got into NTU Economics too. But it doesn’t matter so much anymore once I got into NUS Architecture. Nothing matters, since Architecture is so darn cool. Even if people are telling me that Economics is the more practical choice. That Architecture is difficult to excel in. Or even that I don’t look like a future architect. That I should be a teacher.

As a matter of fact, I probably will be a teacher. When I’m 40-ish perhaps. Or even 50-ish. I’ll start my own kindergarten/pre-school/childcare. Or I’ll teach the lower primary.

Having cleared that out of the way..Volunteering for the Singapore Arts Festival was really fun. The people were really cool, and we found out that Yeu Shing (the volunteer management member of the Singapore Arts Fest team) is really my age. Hwch girl. We had Chelsea and Lisa who were both 21, Nicky and Agnes who were both 22, and then Yeu Shing and me who were both 19. Such great distribution huh?

So anyway, as with any other new activity, I didn’t know what to do initially. But took some time to familiarize myself with the booth, the programmes, and after some initial stoned conversations with some passer-bys (and scaring some others off according to Lisa), I think I pretty much got the hang of it. It helps that I like the concept of Strange.R in the first place, so I didn’t mind talking about it at all. Talking about the festival itself was easy once you learnt what questions to ask and what signs to look out for.

The day was pretty smooth in my opinion. Other than the random episodes of the overturning/flying umbrellas, and the heart attack we suffered when Lisa tries to take the “Guitar who inspires to be a camera” out to play…dropping lens, flash etc all over the place in the process of doing so….we pretty much just talked, and talked to strangers who seem interested. That and the complimentary road direction service that we provided.

I would write about the entire Strange.R concept, but I doubt I’d ever give it justice. So here’s a link for those interested:
http://whatdoyouwanttobestranger.com/

On my way home, I forgot about my plans to alight at Ang Mo Kio Station to 1)unbrick my PSP and 2)drop by X-Zone for some fun. All this because of a book. The Kite Runner. I haven’t read for so long..I forgot what reading is like. I’m semi-glad that my PSP bricked actually. Else I might procrastinate endlessly on reading The Kite Runner, and I shall never remember the joy of reading.

Shall finish the book and read something else. =) Perhaps, I’ll get out of the house and unbrick my PSP tomorrow. Get a new mouse so I can start learning how to play DOTA proper. Play some Jubeat.

Forget how retarded my behavior was and still is, and all the embarrassing secrets and confessions I have spilt just now.