<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066</id><updated>2012-02-17T12:01:10.332+08:00</updated><category term='change'/><category term='memories'/><category term='serenity'/><category term='goodbyes'/><category term='Test'/><category term='stream'/><title type='text'>I'm still learning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-660901414040043892</id><published>2007-11-25T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:05:26.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Summary of updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Assignment 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Assignment 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Assignment 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Reflection: Visual Media &amp;amp; SG Culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-660901414040043892?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/660901414040043892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=660901414040043892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/660901414040043892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/660901414040043892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-1389141658467211301</id><published>2007-11-24T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:17:50.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection: Visual Media and its' impact on Singapore Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Singapore culture. When i see this term, all that i can think about is Singlish. In a way, our language defines our culture, making us unique and different from the other countries. Even though our society is multi-racial, this language ties us all together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And of course, what one can always relate to Singapore culture is the 'kiasu'/'kiasee' factor. Obeying laws obediently, i have to say Singaporeans are generally very very good citizens as compared to other Asian countries. Maybe it's because Singapore is a small country or perhaps it's because we'd all rather have a stable and safe place to reside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Visual media in Singapore is quite diverse. In the past, there were censorships on films that were too open/disturbing. Now, i guess things are improving. We are starting to be able to view films more openly, to appreciate films as art/storytelling. Even for local films, what is portrayed reflects Singapore culture - characters speaking in singlish/dialects, characters displaying kiasu/kiasee behaviours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Advertisements are also becoming more innovative and open. Take for example, the tv commercials for Mocca.com. The hunky guy in funky swimming trunks, flexing his muscles; The guy who was trying to sell his car, with 2 girls who held boards which covered just from their chests to their upper thighs, somehow implying that they are naked. Singaporeans are no longer as conservative as they used to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Slowly, Singaporeans are getting influenced by the visual media surrounding them; slowly shedding their conservative thinking and letting in the flow of new ideas into their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-1389141658467211301?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/1389141658467211301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=1389141658467211301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/1389141658467211301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/1389141658467211301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/11/reflection-visual-media-and-its-impact.html' title='Reflection: Visual Media and its&apos; impact on Singapore Culture'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-2939089087281396293</id><published>2007-11-22T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:14.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6. Photo analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Select any image from one of the following genres of photograph from recent publication (news paper, magazine, online)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style=""&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Photojournalism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Social documentary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Commercial photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Analyse the picture: List how selected photograph might be read by target audience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jun Cheng and i have chosen this particular image for the photo analysis because we thought that it is very innovative yet can be understood very simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TWsPnDNfI/AAAAAAAAALM/guiPDDi6t1E/s1600-h/touchletter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TWsPnDNfI/AAAAAAAAALM/guiPDDi6t1E/s400/touchletter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135465530702116338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Taken from  hemmy.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This advertisement for Australia POST is meant to encourage people to continue sending letters by making the audience remember how it felt to send/receive a handwritten letter. Reminding them how a handwritten letter feels much more personal, and closer to the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo analysis of this image is broken into several categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semiotic Analysis, Syntactic Analysis, Connotative/Denotative Meanings and Metaphorical Trope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The writings on the image represents literally, a letter. The figure hugging the lady is a direct representation of "If you really want to touch someone, send them a letter".&lt;br /&gt;This image can be understood in different ways; People who have access to the internet and computers, would more likely be able to understand that the image is presented in contrary to sending emails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p:colorscheme style="font-family: verdana;" colors="#ffffff,#000000,#808080,#000000,#bbe0e3,#333399,#009999,#99cc00"&gt;&lt;/p:colorscheme&gt; People who don't, would probably just understand the literal meaning portrayed by the image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I feel that this image is fairly easy to understand; it portrays the message of 'sending letters are more personal, more heartwarming' very directly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Chew Yue and Jieying's presentation. They chose a really innovative series of images. They were able to explain why the use of fictional characters is appropriate, and explained why with the use of real human characters, it would confuse the audience. Also, they compared the images to other images portraying similar messages to show how different images are able to portray different moods and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rate their work 9.6.&lt;br /&gt;Based on theirs, i rate ours a 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-2939089087281396293?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/2939089087281396293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=2939089087281396293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/2939089087281396293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/2939089087281396293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/11/6-photo-analysis.html' title='6. Photo analysis'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TWsPnDNfI/AAAAAAAAALM/guiPDDi6t1E/s72-c/touchletter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-657136900681401783</id><published>2007-11-19T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:14.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5. Creep : The end of the road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For this assignment, we had to take photos related to creep, and present them in 3 different intentions - Realism, Formalism and Expressionism.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To do this assignment, i first searched for the definition of creep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From this definition, i worked out which area i wanted to explore. What i had in mind, then was to take photos of a creepy place.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Next, i had to find out the meaning of the 3 intentions.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- close to what we would have seen had we been there at the time the photograph was taken.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- involving thorough reproduction of detail&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formalism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- main preoccupation with the form&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- images are clean, empty of representation, usually direct.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressionism&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- to express the feelings or ideas of the photographer that may go beyond the initial appearance of the image and its material qualities&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, with all these information on hand, i started taking photos, and picked this set :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saint Theresa's Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TgmPnDNgI/AAAAAAAAALU/dD8offYPzMM/s1600-h/PIX_0941x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TgmPnDNgI/AAAAAAAAALU/dD8offYPzMM/s400/PIX_0941x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135476422739179010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Realism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This photo shows how the Home looks like at night.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The whole place is dark, and is only illuminated by a street lamp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TgpPnDNhI/AAAAAAAAALc/jW8JoR5Jbb4/s1600-h/PIX_0952x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TgpPnDNhI/AAAAAAAAALc/jW8JoR5Jbb4/s400/PIX_0952x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135476474278786578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Formalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This shot was taken at an angle from bottom up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It shows how the main entrance looks kinda like a fortress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0Tgs_nDNiI/AAAAAAAAALk/eMgCLPjaeko/s1600-h/PIX_0965x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0Tgs_nDNiI/AAAAAAAAALk/eMgCLPjaeko/s400/PIX_0965x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135476538703296034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Expressionism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The inclusion of the double yellow line represents the end of the road,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which leads to an entry point to a new place. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The long shadow is there to depict the creepiness of entering the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These photos represent creepiness in relation to aging, and having to stay in a home. In a way, it is creepy to think that when you are old and feeble; already at the end of your road, you have to stay in an aged home instead of with your family. (Thanks to xinying who helped explain the photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Xinying's work, i rate 9.7&lt;br /&gt;Based on hers, i rate mine a 9.4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-657136900681401783?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/657136900681401783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=657136900681401783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/657136900681401783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/657136900681401783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/11/5-creep-end-of-road.html' title='5. Creep : The end of the road'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TgmPnDNgI/AAAAAAAAALU/dD8offYPzMM/s72-c/PIX_0941x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-5766964908249454218</id><published>2007-11-19T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:15.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4. Photomontage: The Day After</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Previously, i presented this artwork to the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TrZ_nDNmI/AAAAAAAAAME/6gdIKkC7lTk/s1600-h/montagex+copzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TrZ_nDNmI/AAAAAAAAAME/6gdIKkC7lTk/s400/montagex+copzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135488306913687138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My idea of 'The Day After' then did not literally mean the next day, instead, it meant like in the future. I wanted to take a photo of a home, to portray what the day after would be like for the people living in the home. What would their day after be like ? Like, will the orphans get adopted, will the old folks get to stay with their family again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So i did a montage on just the home. However, the whole building was somehow too overwhelming, and didn't seem to portray what i wanted to show. Suggestions were given to include old people / orphans in the photo. I couldn't manage to get photos of them, so i scrapped the whole idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Later on, i thought about exploring suicides, especially those over breakups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TrIvnDNlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MjwGjWn4_aw/s1600-h/montageSUICIDE3x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TrIvnDNlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MjwGjWn4_aw/s400/montageSUICIDE3x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135488010560943698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I got this inspiration from a friend, who a few years back, had a long distance relationship turned bad, and she attempted to end her life. Promises that at first, brought light to her heart turned out to be empty. I personally feel that the guy is a freaking coward for just sending a letter. (but, that's not the point here) Anyways, that's why i chose to put a letter instead. In my opinion, letters are more personal and bring about greater emotions to the person who receives it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Doing a photomontage is really emotionally and mentally taxing; constantly testing the limits of my patience. Especially when the computer hangs and all. I took several shots of this image, close ups on the letter, on the hand, blood, etc and pieced them together. I found that areas which had shadows, are especially difficult to create a nice blend. Although, i did kinda like it when the colors of the 'squares' don't totally blend nicely. (which is more like my previous attempt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I like Shena's work, especially how she magnified certain details in the photo to bring attention to them. The colors and feel of the montage is also perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I rate her work a perfect 10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Based on hers, i give my new work an 8.5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-5766964908249454218?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/5766964908249454218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=5766964908249454218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/5766964908249454218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/5766964908249454218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/11/4-photomontage-day-after.html' title='4. Photomontage: The Day After'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/R0TrZ_nDNmI/AAAAAAAAAME/6gdIKkC7lTk/s72-c/montagex+copzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-8200003693145867390</id><published>2007-09-27T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:16.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>3.Change: Development of Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had no idea whatsoever as to what can represent change, and had a hard time trying to think up of something. In the end, i thought of doing something like a timeline, about how Singapore has grown. Because i had a collection of the old dollar notes of Singapore (banana note included), i decided i would use them as a marker for the different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i took photos of only the dollar notes, i felt that it was very plain and flat, thus i used some items representative of that time to add more color and details. The general idea proposed here is the look into what the govt has done to improve the lifestyle and living standards for the people; how Singapore has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGt6wXJxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/btwnlH5ZmhQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGt6wXJxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/btwnlH5ZmhQ/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900293977843474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The new and free Singapore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Flag in background represents her independence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEawXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6dl0FK-FyBY/s1600-h/x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEawXJ4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/6dl0FK-FyBY/s200/x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900680524900226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGt6wXJyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KOKXZ8kNNcM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGt6wXJyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KOKXZ8kNNcM/s200/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900293977843490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;During that period of time, people still lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in old shophouses, and used rickshaws for transport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGuKwXJzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Zb-AcGcIAHs/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGuKwXJzI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Zb-AcGcIAHs/s200/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900298272810802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She grew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(5-stones represents the games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that children play during that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEawXJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QzWepafRg0w/s1600-h/y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEawXJ5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QzWepafRg0w/s200/y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900680524900242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvIJawXJ7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fAEsNkhUIW0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvIJawXJ7I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/fAEsNkhUIW0/s200/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114901865935873970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HDB blocks were erected to provide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better living for the people,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and bus services to provide convenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGuawXJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nSzuC55R1o0/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGuawXJ0I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nSzuC55R1o0/s200/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900302567778114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Technology knocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Nintendo game represents &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the entry of technology;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;games that children play then)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGuqwXJ1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iI1u20q3Ty0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGuqwXJ1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/iI1u20q3Ty0/s200/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900306862745426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transport services were further&lt;br /&gt;improved, as better technology was introduced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEKwXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qgpxM3hhrwY/s1600-h/7_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEKwXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qgpxM3hhrwY/s200/7_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900676229932898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Millenium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(PSP represents the further&lt;br /&gt;advancement of technology)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEKwXJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/YCjn4EC3AW4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHEKwXJ3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/YCjn4EC3AW4/s200/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900676229932914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With the advancement of technology, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transport further improves to be automatic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without any drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHE6wXJ6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/mUUBRpeGvgc/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvHE6wXJ6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/mUUBRpeGvgc/s200/z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114900689114834850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now, Singapore has developed into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a modern and bustling city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After seeing everyone's work, i kinda like Huiting's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"nostalgia. childhood"&lt;/span&gt; for it's colorful pictures of childhood and the transition into the new technological era, Desmond's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do people change with time?"&lt;/span&gt; for the great idea of portrayal of time and change, Yikang's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"this was my jc"&lt;/span&gt; for being able to evoke plenty of emotions and memories in me even though i did not study in a jc + the idea of using what we already know to look at the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desmond's&lt;/span&gt;, i rate an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huiting's&lt;/span&gt;, i rate an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on theirs, i'll rate mine a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-8200003693145867390?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/8200003693145867390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=8200003693145867390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/8200003693145867390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/8200003693145867390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/09/3change-development-of-singapore.html' title='3.Change: Development of Singapore'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvvGt6wXJxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/btwnlH5ZmhQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-5794191657671424080</id><published>2007-09-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:16.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stream'/><title type='text'>2. Exposure: Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvuwsawXJwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4avCi-i8jx0/s1600-h/burst.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvuwsawXJwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4avCi-i8jx0/s320/burst.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114876078952228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A seemingly ordinary drain, but i love the rusty orange color (part of the reason why i took this shot) which was complemented by the lush green grass. I have no idea about you guys, but as i look at 'flowing' water i hear its' sound, in my head. I like curves, and the top part of the photo shows quite a sharp curve/bend. From that, i somehow get a feeling of speed/rush. As the water flows into focus, one can actually see that the flowing water is just like a small stream, moving steadily. And i particularly like the effect of the sun shining on the water, making it sparkle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-5794191657671424080?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/5794191657671424080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=5794191657671424080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/5794191657671424080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/5794191657671424080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-exposure-flow.html' title='2. Exposure: Flow'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RvuwsawXJwI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4avCi-i8jx0/s72-c/burst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-3167458832888135100</id><published>2007-09-27T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:17.058+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serenity'/><title type='text'>2. Exposure: Ease</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/Rvui_qwXJuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q7wMNygnkSk/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/Rvui_qwXJuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q7wMNygnkSk/s320/peace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114861016501921506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've always loved walking alone on paths like this. Enjoying the breeze, and the slow walk of solitude, relaxes my soul and puts my mind at ease. I like photos that seem as though i can just step right in, so i decided to try to take one of my own. I particularly like the composition of this photo. The leaves against the bright, blue sky, their shadows dancing on the path. The path that leads on, to some place far and secluded....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've hopped around classmates' blogs to see their works. I really like samantha's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"No room for repentance"&lt;/span&gt;. The photo portrayed the doll as one who is alone, away from everyone else, just looking on from the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And then there's yikang's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"drift"&lt;/span&gt;.  He was able to capture that beautiful moment perfectly.. The gray feel to the photo portrays an overwhelming sense of depression, which i personally like. Alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha's&lt;/span&gt;, i rate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.6/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yikang's&lt;/span&gt;, i rate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.3/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Based on theirs, i guess i'll rate mine an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P/s: Will add/update links later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-3167458832888135100?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/3167458832888135100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=3167458832888135100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/3167458832888135100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/3167458832888135100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/09/2-exposure-ease.html' title='2. Exposure: Ease'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/Rvui_qwXJuI/AAAAAAAAAEk/q7wMNygnkSk/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-2865375433233155507</id><published>2007-08-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:17.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>1.Photogram: I used to be happy, in my own little world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RtAiO6TSXSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0gyHRl6lo4M/s1600-h/3223colorflipped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RtAiO6TSXSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0gyHRl6lo4M/s320/3223colorflipped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114876078952228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This photogram evokes a sense of nostalgia in me. I love the dark red color and black shadows, and the dried roses which added a lot more feel to the photogram. I've always loved roses, kept them and dried them. I love hearing the rustle of the dried leaves and the beautiful smell of the dried flowers. I love the effect on the glass 'half-globe' stand. The light caused it to look as if it is being placed upright, instead of 'face-down' on the platen. The little white girl in the globe was supposed to represent me, in my own little world surrounded by my memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-2865375433233155507?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/2865375433233155507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=2865375433233155507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/2865375433233155507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/2865375433233155507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-used-to-be-happy.html' title='1.Photogram: I used to be happy, in my own little world'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RtAiO6TSXSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0gyHRl6lo4M/s72-c/3223colorflipped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-1474285876832121294</id><published>2007-08-25T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:59:17.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbyes'/><title type='text'>1.Photogram(Final): When you left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RtAibaTSXTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQccIPX2LBc/s1600-h/3223grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RtAibaTSXTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQccIPX2LBc/s320/3223grey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114876078952228610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm a sucker for sad and depressing moments, so i really love this photogram. As i've mentioned above, i love roses and have got plenty of them at home, all dried up and kept for memory's sake. I stuck with using only 3 stalks of roses so that the photogram wouldn't look too cluttered. I took a long time trying to twist and place the satin ribbon nicely, and i thought the ribbon gave a nice touch to the photogram. The dried petals and leaves were scattered to create an effect similar to that of a breeze that just left. For the background, i used a soft fabric-like paper that allowed some light to pass through. I was glad i used this paper as it added some details to an otherwise plain photogram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked gerald's "Beer" advert-like photogram for it's nice contrasting colors, yikang's "Metaphysical" out-of-the-world photogram for the captured movements of the figurines + the floaty effect of the cloud and sheryl's pure "Reach" for the soft pastels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gerald's&lt;/span&gt;, i rate an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yikang's&lt;/span&gt;, i rate an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.8/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on theirs, i'll rate mine a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-1474285876832121294?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/1474285876832121294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=1474285876832121294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/1474285876832121294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/1474285876832121294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-you-left.html' title='1.Photogram(Final): When you left...'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQJKErwqfl0/RtAibaTSXTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SQccIPX2LBc/s72-c/3223grey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7628445570544683066.post-7909376207421726709</id><published>2007-08-24T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:52:34.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Test'/><title type='text'>Virgin Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Testing testing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edit: After coming up with the background design and header, and lots of tweaking, i've finally got everything right in place. Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7628445570544683066-7909376207421726709?l=postpak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/feeds/7909376207421726709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7628445570544683066&amp;postID=7909376207421726709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/7909376207421726709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7628445570544683066/posts/default/7909376207421726709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postpak.blogspot.com/2007/08/virgin-entry.html' title='Virgin Entry'/><author><name>nat</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
