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• Blog Pahti: 18th March, Saturday. Ci'en and her fabulous idea of a blog party at Cafe Cosmo. Bring your Ipods and be your own DJs! More details later.

My mind is fixed on film school. Since there is nothing at FASS at that NU-of-S I really want to major in. Theatre Studies? Yes, I enjoyed the minor productions I did in school but I'm not that passionate. I don't know if I should try SADM at NTU again.

It was either Fine Arts or Visual Comm at NAFA, but I am still half-hearted. They are after all, the second choice if I can't get into film school (the new one at La Salle-SIA, which was recently christened The Puttnam School of Film after Lord David Puttnam, the guy who produced Chariots of Fire and The Killing Fields) and apparently entrance itself is extremely competitive.

And my mum belittled me yesterday over dinner. She said I should 'zuo zheng fu gong', that is to work for the government. The Government. The Government! Doesn't she know me if at all? She thinks I should get a job that pays a fixed salary, like an art teacher since I have the inability to save up and I can't 'talk well'. Ahh. Perhaps I should be a struggling artist - I fit the criterion! She refered NAFA as 'the one near Xi Bei Lor,' or Waterloo Street. My dad, The Original Mad Chinaman, obviously prefered the more Chinese set-up at NAFA over La Salle, 'that ang-mor school'. That's all of my parents' knowledge to their son's artistic future.

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Embarassing Parents Moment No.1562 You Wished They Will Never Say To Relatives And Friends About You / That Makes You Roll Your Eyes
(on my plans - made gazillion years ago, to study film.)

My Dad: You want to be like Lee Ang is it?

Actually I am thankful he didn't say Jack Neo. (Don't get me wrong, I respect that guy.)

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I am really excited at the prospects of studying film at La Salle, actually. Not just the location that screams bohemian, what with the spanking new campus and all. But the eventual dream-come-true to study what I truly want since young. My first fanboy movie was Jurassic Park at 6. After which I drew and wrote ideas of my future films on papers and stapled them on to an exercise book, afraid that I may forget them one day. It may not be easy to get in and I've got absoutely nothing to show - except perhaps that exercise book which I'm not going to show anyone. But for desperate, shameless measure, I may just do that.