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Sunday, August 29, 2010

WARNING! THIS POST IS GOING TO BE LONG AND BORING AND BADLY WRITTEN. So, scroll to the end of the post if you wanna see my new helmet hairstyle and laugh at me for something more interesting!

OHAI!

And nope, I'm not gonna start this post by apologizing for my overdue absence because ... Look 10 posts back, I've at least apologized for 5 times! (I guess.) It has been busy busy busy for me, for my weeks filled with activities and experiences that not many get to be exposed to. Of course, some activities needed me to give up lessons in school which got a teacher making a big hoo-ha about 'The Responsibilities of Students'. Uh-huh ...

And so ... The past few weeks I've been spending time with my relatives who came all the way from Canada. It was rather awkward in the beginning, as it was the first time I'm meeting my cousins. I know, first time. I had no idea what their interests were, and there was no real common topic to talk about, it was even tough for me to just open my mouth and speak to them. Those who know me knows that I hardly am the one who starts the conversation, I'm really really shy. HAHAH. But after the ice was broken, things got better. We started to joke about and good times indeed fly past fast and 'Bye' came fast enough. I wished they could've stayed longer but ... At least I've managed to spend some time with them. I even asked them to introduce some cool guys to me too! ;DDD


This week, my time was spent at NTU, the helping out with the cultural exchange for the Youth Olympic Games. It was really an eye-opener to get to see many youths, my age or way younger, from different countries and different walks of life. Of course, the girls tried to get the best looking guys with them on camera, and vice versa. I've got a guy too! Look!


HAHAH. Just kidding ... But looking at these people, I felt really lousy. At such a young age, these people made a name for themselves. They've earn the respect from their fellow citizens and I guess people my age, maybe only me, look up to them. Thinking, I've never done something really that big to make my school proud of me, yet alone my country. It's like a mixed feeling. I feel so capable, yet incapable. I don't know if you get what I am trying to say but ... This feeling sucks.

Changing topic ... Today, I attended my cousins' graduation ceremony - Diploma and Advanced Diploma in Business Studies. Well, you may think that it is nothing much. Any Tom, Dick or Harry can easily get a diploma. But I guess I look at things in a different light. I salute them for having the courage to take a course in English, coming from a Mandarin-speaking background with little exposure to the English Language. Still, they managed to do it and succeed. By the way, they are Malaysians. I'm really proud of them. (I know, I had to make myself look taller.)


GRAAHHH! I know, I'm really sorry for this long and boring post. It's just that my life ... Wasn't that interesting so far! I wished something really funny happens and I can post it! GAWD! HAHAH. Oh yes, I went for a haircut today! Stupid fat man cut an apple-shaped hairstyle for me! So horribleee! I give you 5 seconds to laugh at me. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Okay, stop laughing. I'm going to wear a cap out whenever possible, until my hair grows longer! HAHAHA.

Help! HAHAH.
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Friday, August 13, 2010

With a blink of an eye, Singapore turns 45! The changes that she had made over the years seemed to have come a long way, but then again, it seemed like yesterday.

Strangely enough, I felt more into the 'Happy Birthday Singapore!' mood this year, as compared to many other years. Perhaps it was the long weekend break, or perhaps it was just the feeling of being grateful and appreciative.

Not holding onto a Singapore citizenship, yet being brought up in this diversified country all my life, it makes me feel as if I am a part of this small city. Having come to such an age, Singapore has always been the one providing me with education, food and a roof over my head. Speaking of which reminds me of what my cousins from Canada asked me the other day - whether I'm more of a Singaporean, or more of my country of origin. Without second thoughts, I told them that I'm more Singaporean.

Trying really hard to recall, I never remembered how my previous schools celebrated National Day. Perhaps except for the parades and the sing-along sessions. However, my school this year celebrate National Day in one of the most memorable ways. The whole school was given balloons, either red or white, and we released them together.

That sight ... It's was the first time that I had that really strong feeling of life being pictured as beautiful and magnificent. I took a deep breath, and smiled.





WOW!
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