I watch way too many dramas. I just collated a list of dramas I have watch within the past 3 years, and it is a frightening amount. I can come out with a module: RL1992: Rebecca in transition. HAHAHA. Okay, It is an internal joke because I am currently studying for my module HS1002: Singapore in Transition. It is an interesting module that I think changed my views about politics in Singapore and the culture in Singapore. Very interesting to me. :) Especially for someone who wanted to be a tour guide for Singapore at one time or the other(till I realised that the pay was low. Yes, I am pragmatic this way), I think I figured all is not as it seems. Haha. Okay. Digressing. But then, my exam is in 12 hours time. I am falling sick during exams again:( Having a miserable sore throat and muscle aches. Oh well. My body never learns to stop rebelling.
So the story goes like this, I was never really into story books and novels till I was I think Primary 6. Before that, I read Enid Blyton and the other typical girl books like Mary-Kate and Ashley and Full House Michelle. I loved reading Enid Blyton books, by the way. So anyways, I got hooked on "Anne of Green Gables". It was the first ever book that I was truly passionate about, I guess. I talked about it previously. So when I got hooked on it, I went to buy the rest of the series. I could really relate to Anne. I do not have red hair, but I have freckles. ALL OVER...except where the sun don't shine. HAHAHA. On my knees, my ankles, my face and all over my arms. When I am bored, I would look at my freckles. Haha. There are too many to count, but it is interesting to look at them. I would never get truly flawless skin like some, but I guess I am as Caucasian as I can get with freckles. So, I do not hate them. Not that I want to be Caucasian or anything, but I think it is something that is a little different from other Asians. God knows I love being slightly different. Unique^^ I found my (fictional) kindred spirit in Anne.
Ya, so when I got hooked on books, I started reading other classics like What Katy did, Little Women, Little house on the prairie etc, etc. The weird thing is the fact that all of them had FEMALE main characters. So weird right? I never realised. I never read the The Dracula or The adventure of Tom Huckleberry Finn. So weird right? Anyway, the genre was a little limited so I went to teenage fiction. I have as strong dislike for those typical books though. Those about dating this boy, getting jealous and torn between two boys. Yuck. But most of the teenage romance fiction was like that. So I was more into the Historical and Fantasy genre. I remember by favourite series was Daughters of the Moon by Lynn Ewing. My favourite pairing was between Serena and Stanton. Haha, has this got something to do with the fact the the title has a "moon" on it and the character's name was Serena(Sailor moon's English name)??? I don't know. But their pairing was sweet. Because Stanton was a bad guy. However, Sons of the Dark, Ewing's other novel series, never piqued my interest. I also practically finished the entire series of Nancy Drew -___- Ya, so after I finished raiding the teenage fiction, I found a historical romance novel in the teenage fiction. And so started my journey to being obsessed with historical romance fiction. It is sooo romantic and there is no annoying "torn between two guys" part. Only one true loveee. Awwwww. <3 <3 <3 Arranged marriages turned into true love always make me all sappy inside. Maybe because it will never happen in real life. (No thanks, I also do not want it) But ya. I spent 90% of my secondary school time reading and reading novel after novel. 8 books each time, visit to the library 3 times a week and borrowing everyone's library card. Haha. I was infamous okay! Haha. It was really bad. I was reading 3 books a day. I took 1.5 hours for each book. Now I think about it, I really do not know HOWWWW did I manage to do that. So ya. I am very enchanted in that sense. True loveeee, when will thee find meeee? Hahahahaha. On of my all-time favourites was The Faraway Tree. It is a children's book, but I super super love it. Hmmm. So can you imagine, my imagination can get really wildddddd. Haha.
In Junior College, I sort of ran out of books to read. I guess I reach my limit. I was not doing well in school and I had other activities like my CCA which took up some time. I really did not read much then. :/ I got my laptop, and I guess I spent most of my time surfing the web. The internet has a magical way that kill too much time. Oh, I watched many many movies.
Towards 2010, I think that was when the drama fever started, I started watching Korean Dramas. Dramas are good in the sense that they are on the computer and you can open many many windows to do multiple things at once. My habit was to play Solitaire while watching my dramas. I watched many many dramas. Korean ones though. I only started going crazy during the 8 months holidays. I was breathing in dramas. OMG. It was....haha. I ran out of Korean dramas to watch(because I was picky) and I moved to historical Chinese Dramas, which I really enjoyed. Surprise surprise! That was the extent of my practicing Chinese! Fail la. After Chinese, I watched Japanese dramas. But I did not like that much because Japanese Dramas always have very young actors and actresses that have not blossomed yet. :/ And they tend to go towards the mystery, suspense, detective type of genre. I am more of a romance comedy person. I am a really contradicting person because I like romcom in dramas, but not in movies. Aiya. I am a complicated person, as you can tell. Japanese movies are better in terms of artiste selection. I recently got hooked on some Taiwanese dramas. Taiwanese dramas are weird. Some are really nice, some really cannot make it. I do not know. Maybe I am picky. I also watched some Hong Kong dramas(I had the urge to learn Cantonese) but fail la. Because I only like the historical ones. So I learnt words like "your majesty", "sister" and the character's names. #fail.
A few weeks ago, I suddenly had the thought to compile all the dramas I have watched so yup. I got a page up. If you watched some of them, you would realise I am partial to a certain kind of storyline. Haha. Here's the page! ^^ If you need to have some ideas on what dramas to watch, you can refer to the list. I tend to like sappy romance and human drama. I cry like crazy. Haha. When I have the time, I will rate the dramas. :)
Okay, I really need to start working on my dear Singapore now. <3 <3 <3
Ciao!
Rebecca :)
P.S. My right hand is dreading the essays I have to write tomorrow. Poor hand. I love you berry much.
November 29, 2012
November 22, 2012
Sociological humour.
Well, for those who are not aware, I am studying sociology as of now, 22/11/12, 1417 Singapore time and I keep getting distracted. So I might as well write another blog post. Sociology has changed the way I see the world. Not necessarily for the better, because I have started finding humour in everything. Humans are so funny. We are so funny that as a human, I should not laugh, but I cannot help myself. I have this amazingly surprisingly humorous textbook called "The Practical Skeptic" It just hits all the right notes in me and I can clearly see the author's points and sense of humour.
For example, the funny why we see ourselves and others. We see ourselves through our looking glass. What we do is highly dependent on what others will see in us when we do it. George Herbert Mead's "me" and "I", I can understand totally. The "me" controls my "I". For example, "I" have a freaking itchy mosquito bite on my arse cheek, "I" badly want to scratch it. But "me" knows that that would be social suicide, so in the end, I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge #truestory. Hahahaha. Hahahaha. Don't judge la. You know it happens. So it set me thinking. Why do we even have this silly "me"? Wouldn't it be better if we didn't? Has it got to do with Adam and Eve? Before Eve ate the apple, I supposed she did not have a "me". That's way they were not aware of their lack of clothes? Hahahaha. Can you imagine how funny the world would be if their was only a "I" and no "me"s in the world? No removal of armpit hair(ewww!), no aesthetic surgeries or whatever(crooked teeth for everyone) and even picking your nose in public. Hahahahaha. Does anyone see my sense of humour? Or do you think I am plain weird now? Hahaha. I cannot stop giggling to myself. This is just one example. I also came across funny statements while studying for sociology or doing research. Some really kept me laughing and laughing.
Here is one from the Straits times, The Singapore newspaper about mammogram. (October 28, 2007 Sunday) [Can I do away with the wacky citations on my blog?] I was doing research for my cancer assignment, a perfectly not-funny-at-all topic. Then I saw........
"You'd think science would have advanced beyond clapping a bun-like boob between two plates, turning it into a pancake-like plinth, but there we are."
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. Funny? I know it is not funny in the sense that it is a recommended test to test for breast cancer, but if you look at the style of expression that the writer used.....HAHHAHA.
Okay. That's a short post for now. 1439 now. Maybe I will keep tabs on what funny things I see while doing my sociology, and post here once in a while so I can come back and laugh. Seriously, this blog can be a really funny joke sometimes. Other than the serious crafty parts, of course! *wriggles brows* Hehehehe.
That's all. Ciao, everybirdy.
Rebecca ;)
P.S. Back to Singapore in Transition. FYI, Singapore was not a fishing village before Raffles. HA! You don't say?
P.S.[2] Should this post be put under the school label? Hmmm. *undecided and indecisive*
Okay la. Put. Bacause I am a kiasu Singaporean.
HAHAHAHAAHAHAHA. Funny? I know it is not funny in the sense that it is a recommended test to test for breast cancer, but if you look at the style of expression that the writer used.....HAHHAHA.
Okay. That's a short post for now. 1439 now. Maybe I will keep tabs on what funny things I see while doing my sociology, and post here once in a while so I can come back and laugh. Seriously, this blog can be a really funny joke sometimes. Other than the serious crafty parts, of course! *wriggles brows* Hehehehe.
That's all. Ciao, everybirdy.
Rebecca ;)
P.S. Back to Singapore in Transition. FYI, Singapore was not a fishing village before Raffles. HA! You don't say?
P.S.[2] Should this post be put under the school label? Hmmm. *undecided and indecisive*
Okay la. Put. Bacause I am a kiasu Singaporean.
November 21, 2012
My alma mater, for charity, patience and devotion.
Well, my alma mater just turned 170 years old on the 16th November. Although I am not in the school any more, I will always see St. Margaret's as my school, forever and always. I will always be proud of my polka-dotted uniform. Omg. As I was googling for a good picture of our dear uniform, I found this picture.
Guess what! The FIRST thing I noticed was the HANDWRITING! :) You know whyyyyy? This picture was drawn by my dear friend! Yes, my friend, I can recognise your handwriting! <3 Surprise surprise! Hahahahaha. That's why I love my friends. I know they are people who will stand up for whatever they believe in. ^^ Although I am sure my school uniform was not as form-fitting as it looks in the picture, this is a good picture to explain why we LOVE our school uniform! :p I felt our unity as a school at it fullest when the newspaper reported our school as the one with the "uncool" uniform. Everyone was so offended by the article. Our school uniform should be the coolest! (I insist!)
It seems like yesterday when I was still in school. But my memories of my dearest school seems to be fading away slowly, but surely. My deepest impression was me not studying, reading 3 novels a day, going to the library 3 times a week and still managed to do relatively well. I do not know how did I do that. I am amazed at myself. I also remember getting third (last) in class in secondary one and jumping to the 2nd in class in secondary two because I jumped from the better than average class to the last class. Haha.Yes, they had rankings in our report books :( But I think I always seem to perform better in lousy classes. Same in primary school. I was in the average classes (3C, 4C) and was average. Then, I went to 5B and yay! Got 2nd in class. Missed the chance to go up on stage to collect my book prize (The Indian in the cupboard and When Hitler stole pink rabbit) because I went to Denmark. Unfortunately, as much I loved the former book, I never got enough interest to read the latter (Sorry Rachel, not really into war) This means a lot though. Because I usually only read books by females or when the main characters are females. The latter book had a girl with a pink rabbit toy and I picked it up first. But I never got past the first chapter(I think. Or was it the first couple of pages?) HAHA. Ahhhh. As I am writing this, the memories come gushing back in bits and pieces. The reading book list for the school holidays always had books from the Amber Brown series on it and my Primary 6 English teacher's "advocation" for the Anne of Green Gables and my subsequent love for the series because I can totally relate to her(Anne)! Secret: I never liked my Primary 6 English teacher because of the time she read my awful composition in class as an example of what NOT to do. :( I also remember that the girl's name in the composition was Laura. D:
The games I played with my primary school friends. The stamp game, where we had to write letters and purchase stamps....we had wages and jobs. I was the post(wo)man. Hahahaha. And the secret tunnel game with Rebecca (My best friend for the majority of my primary school life) Hahahaaha. I remembered we imagined that there was a tunnel under our houses and we can find each other in the tunnel! We did this tunnel thingie over the phone! HAHAHA. OMG. Memories! I used to spend HOURS on the phone. Now, the maximum time seems to be 15 minutes. I guess people these days lost the interest of talking to just one person on the phone. They rather talk to two or more on the internet...:( I should do more of these posts so that one day when I have dementia, I can come back and read all my stories and laugh to and at myself. HAHA. I also remember the sad times, me crying over the quarrel I had with Rebecca and the sadness I felt when we drifted apart. Like really really drifted apart. I feel the same way with all of my friends. It is so sad that no matter how close you are, you will drift apart one day. Even if you keep in contact, you will never reach the same closeness you had when you were closer. Because you no longer experience the same thing. You cannot. Because time does not rewind. I cannot say much for those with BFFs, because I do not have one. But I am sure no matter how close you are, there are times you feel this way too. :s
This post is getting too solemn. My hopes for everyone is that we remain true to our friends. Keep our friendships as real as possible. Make friends with people who really accept you for who you are. Not with the most popular or the prettiest. Even though at this point of my university life, I feel like I have not found any real kindred spirits yet, I remain positive that the future will surprise me with some. (Actually, that is quite tough to do because I am really quite a queer person.) But one can always hope.
For charity, patience, devotion let's be known,
these qualities St Margaret's shown,
On which our school has grown.
Yes, I typed it out by memory, then checked with the school official website to make sure I was correct. Haha. Only a minor mistake. Not bad right!
At this point of time, I just finished looking through the school's revamped website and realised that many teachers have changed. Ms Kee, whom I met on the bus that day, was not on the list any more. As I looked through the teacher's names, some got married (my girl guides teacher) and some left. I teared. The song that was running through my head was this:
The theme song of The Land Before Time. I just feel sad. All the times that went past, the good and bad. I can never go back again, the carefree times. I just feel like holding on to all my friends and hope that we will never lose contact with one another like my parents and their friends(most anyway). One can hope that with social media, people will put more effort into keeping in contact.
So, that's enough sentimental stuff for one day. My hope is that one day, someone will look at the star I left behind and remember that I was there. Even if I did not get to wear the green robe in the end, I was the 49th in school for O levels Okay!
Ciao!
Rebecca *smiles sadly*
Guess what! The FIRST thing I noticed was the HANDWRITING! :) You know whyyyyy? This picture was drawn by my dear friend! Yes, my friend, I can recognise your handwriting! <3 Surprise surprise! Hahahahaha. That's why I love my friends. I know they are people who will stand up for whatever they believe in. ^^ Although I am sure my school uniform was not as form-fitting as it looks in the picture, this is a good picture to explain why we LOVE our school uniform! :p I felt our unity as a school at it fullest when the newspaper reported our school as the one with the "uncool" uniform. Everyone was so offended by the article. Our school uniform should be the coolest! (I insist!)
It seems like yesterday when I was still in school. But my memories of my dearest school seems to be fading away slowly, but surely. My deepest impression was me not studying, reading 3 novels a day, going to the library 3 times a week and still managed to do relatively well. I do not know how did I do that. I am amazed at myself. I also remember getting third (last) in class in secondary one and jumping to the 2nd in class in secondary two because I jumped from the better than average class to the last class. Haha.Yes, they had rankings in our report books :( But I think I always seem to perform better in lousy classes. Same in primary school. I was in the average classes (3C, 4C) and was average. Then, I went to 5B and yay! Got 2nd in class. Missed the chance to go up on stage to collect my book prize (The Indian in the cupboard and When Hitler stole pink rabbit) because I went to Denmark. Unfortunately, as much I loved the former book, I never got enough interest to read the latter (Sorry Rachel, not really into war) This means a lot though. Because I usually only read books by females or when the main characters are females. The latter book had a girl with a pink rabbit toy and I picked it up first. But I never got past the first chapter(I think. Or was it the first couple of pages?) HAHA. Ahhhh. As I am writing this, the memories come gushing back in bits and pieces. The reading book list for the school holidays always had books from the Amber Brown series on it and my Primary 6 English teacher's "advocation" for the Anne of Green Gables and my subsequent love for the series because I can totally relate to her(Anne)! Secret: I never liked my Primary 6 English teacher because of the time she read my awful composition in class as an example of what NOT to do. :( I also remember that the girl's name in the composition was Laura. D:
The games I played with my primary school friends. The stamp game, where we had to write letters and purchase stamps....we had wages and jobs. I was the post(wo)man. Hahahaha. And the secret tunnel game with Rebecca (My best friend for the majority of my primary school life) Hahahaaha. I remembered we imagined that there was a tunnel under our houses and we can find each other in the tunnel! We did this tunnel thingie over the phone! HAHAHA. OMG. Memories! I used to spend HOURS on the phone. Now, the maximum time seems to be 15 minutes. I guess people these days lost the interest of talking to just one person on the phone. They rather talk to two or more on the internet...:( I should do more of these posts so that one day when I have dementia, I can come back and read all my stories and laugh to and at myself. HAHA. I also remember the sad times, me crying over the quarrel I had with Rebecca and the sadness I felt when we drifted apart. Like really really drifted apart. I feel the same way with all of my friends. It is so sad that no matter how close you are, you will drift apart one day. Even if you keep in contact, you will never reach the same closeness you had when you were closer. Because you no longer experience the same thing. You cannot. Because time does not rewind. I cannot say much for those with BFFs, because I do not have one. But I am sure no matter how close you are, there are times you feel this way too. :s
This post is getting too solemn. My hopes for everyone is that we remain true to our friends. Keep our friendships as real as possible. Make friends with people who really accept you for who you are. Not with the most popular or the prettiest. Even though at this point of my university life, I feel like I have not found any real kindred spirits yet, I remain positive that the future will surprise me with some. (Actually, that is quite tough to do because I am really quite a queer person.) But one can always hope.
For charity, patience, devotion let's be known,
these qualities St Margaret's shown,
On which our school has grown.
Yes, I typed it out by memory, then checked with the school official website to make sure I was correct. Haha. Only a minor mistake. Not bad right!
At this point of time, I just finished looking through the school's revamped website and realised that many teachers have changed. Ms Kee, whom I met on the bus that day, was not on the list any more. As I looked through the teacher's names, some got married (my girl guides teacher) and some left. I teared. The song that was running through my head was this:
The theme song of The Land Before Time. I just feel sad. All the times that went past, the good and bad. I can never go back again, the carefree times. I just feel like holding on to all my friends and hope that we will never lose contact with one another like my parents and their friends(most anyway). One can hope that with social media, people will put more effort into keeping in contact.
So, that's enough sentimental stuff for one day. My hope is that one day, someone will look at the star I left behind and remember that I was there. Even if I did not get to wear the green robe in the end, I was the 49th in school for O levels Okay!
Ciao!
Rebecca *smiles sadly*
November 17, 2012
Applicable hashtags.
Well, I just thought of an interesting and short post I can post about myself! Haha, hashtags! I have many informal middle names. I am Rebecca foreverlate, foreverchiongster, foreveralone, foreverbroke Lim. Haha. I am quite sure I will think of more as this post go by. Haha. This will be a hilarious post when I look at it in the future. I am finding it hilarious that I think I will find this post hilarious in the future. Hilarious-ception.
I am #foreverlate for meetings and gatherings with my groupmates and friends. (Sorry! I try not to, but I always end up late 90% of the time. The other 10%, I would probably end up too early.)
I am #foreverchiongster. I am such a badddd procrastinator that I ALWAYS end up staying up all night the day before ANY deadline. I hate it, but I am always CHIONGING.
I am #foreveralone D: . I have to say, I have a pathetic excuse for a social life compared to people my age. I wonder why... Not no social life, just much less. I like to stay home.
I am #foreverbroke. I always save up money, but end up spending them on something. Money do not stay put! >:( I spend so much on dental and driving, I used up all my income(50% of it anyways) from my 8 months holidays. :( I need a job.
I am #foreverannoyed at my brother, who just enjoys getting on my nerves.
I am #forevershocking my friends with my cool/weird/amazing/rare sense of humour. Hahaha. I am like a walking joke. :< What to do? I am glad to provide you with some laughter. After all, laughter is the best medicine.
I am #foreverbigface. I have like the biggest and roundest face I know. WHY? So annoying when I take pictures with pretty friends! Never mind, got PS! (Photoshop, not plastic surgery.) HAHA.
I am #foreversleepy. Anywhere, everywhere, anytime, everytime. It annoys me to no end! Yes, I annoy myself sometimes. How do I sleep for 10 hours, and still feel sleepy. I can sleep for 20 hours a day please. A talent, no doubt.
I am #foreverdreaming about the storylines in romantic dramas happening in real life. I am a hopeless romantic. Sigh. This is bad for surviving in our pragmatic society of today. I am too horribly not disenchanted enough for my own good. Uh-oh. I just soci-ed away. Pardon me, my dears. Haha.
What #forever hashtags woould you apply to yourself? Haha. It might make you look at yourself in a more interesting angle. Haha. That's all for today. Ciao, mon ami!
Rebecca :)
P.S. Opinion pieces and one essay to go!
I am #foreverlate for meetings and gatherings with my groupmates and friends. (Sorry! I try not to, but I always end up late 90% of the time. The other 10%, I would probably end up too early.)
I am #foreverchiongster. I am such a badddd procrastinator that I ALWAYS end up staying up all night the day before ANY deadline. I hate it, but I am always CHIONGING.
I am #foreveralone D: . I have to say, I have a pathetic excuse for a social life compared to people my age. I wonder why... Not no social life, just much less. I like to stay home.
I am #foreverbroke. I always save up money, but end up spending them on something. Money do not stay put! >:( I spend so much on dental and driving, I used up all my income(50% of it anyways) from my 8 months holidays. :( I need a job.
I am #foreverannoyed at my brother, who just enjoys getting on my nerves.
I am #forevershocking my friends with my cool/weird/amazing/rare sense of humour. Hahaha. I am like a walking joke. :< What to do? I am glad to provide you with some laughter. After all, laughter is the best medicine.
I am #foreverbigface. I have like the biggest and roundest face I know. WHY? So annoying when I take pictures with pretty friends! Never mind, got PS! (Photoshop, not plastic surgery.) HAHA.
I am #foreversleepy. Anywhere, everywhere, anytime, everytime. It annoys me to no end! Yes, I annoy myself sometimes. How do I sleep for 10 hours, and still feel sleepy. I can sleep for 20 hours a day please. A talent, no doubt.
I am #foreverdreaming about the storylines in romantic dramas happening in real life. I am a hopeless romantic. Sigh. This is bad for surviving in our pragmatic society of today. I am too horribly not disenchanted enough for my own good. Uh-oh. I just soci-ed away. Pardon me, my dears. Haha.
What #forever hashtags woould you apply to yourself? Haha. It might make you look at yourself in a more interesting angle. Haha. That's all for today. Ciao, mon ami!
Rebecca :)
P.S. Opinion pieces and one essay to go!
November 10, 2012
Fangirling and void decks.
AHHHH! I am supposed to do my opinion piece now, but I am soooo distracted! Ahem. Fangirling does this to me. I just keep smiling to myself thinking how gooooood-loooooking the artiste is. I thought I am not the kind who would fangirl, but I am wrong! I am not the extreme extreme kind, more like the silently fangirling, internally squealing kind. AHHHH. (o^^o)v I find it funny to fangirl online and post pictures, so if you know me, you can ask who am I fangirling over. Hehe. Ahhhhh. Why so handsome! I should really get back to work you know you know. AHHHH. Okay. *switches on back-to-normal mode*
Ahem. Ya. So I went for dental and driving today. It is gonna be embarrassing to talk about driving, so lets just skip that topic and get on to the main one! Void decks. I want to live in a HDB in the future. Not in a landed property. The Singapore government keeps lamenting on the fact that Singaporeans have lost the kampung spirit, but what I saw today on my walk home from the train station really warms up my heart a wee bit(because my heart is warm enough originally. HAHA.) I was walking along the void decks when I saw a group of kids and teens(OMG. Reminds me. Am I not a teen anymore? Where did my youth goooo?) playing with small boards(well, if a long board is a long board, a skateboard is a medium board, a small board should be a small board. RIGHT? :/) playing the small board along the void decks. they were all topless and skinny. (Jealous much!) But the main point was that they were playing so happily and they blocked my way and then someone said(like a boss),"Got someone behind." One boy turned around, saw me and bowed his heads a little and said,"Sorry!" AWWWW. SO SWEET. Then I walked on and saw my kindergarten. IT WAS GONEEE:( Well, not gone gone, but it got revamped. Turned inside out and completely changed:( Even the playground is the new kind one. I remember eating food from my lunchbox on top of the slide. Memories memories. Anyway, I was not a pretty kid. Sigh. I am staring at my kindergarten photo now. They told me to smile and I thought it was the closed mouth kind. What came out was more of a grimace. LE SIGH. I had swollen/chubby cheeks. Oh. Those are still there now, but I grew a chin! Hahahahaha. Ya. then I walked and walked and remembered all the times I walk along this road. I never moved house before, you see. So Bishan is really my home home. I love the place. I love the park. Though I rarely go there because of the sun and the fact that I am not a sporty person. But just looking at it makes me feel at home. <3 <3 <3 I think I would love to stay in a HDB in front of a park. Bishan park would be good. Haha, I hope HDB en-bloc the block when I get a flat. :p I am simple that way. Rich people need not stay in big houses. So ya. I wanna be rich too. Haha, then I can do all the crafts in the world. But this is pretty difficult, considering the fact that I just did a career test and I got these recommended jobs...
This is just the beginning. I have primary school teacher, counsellor, social worker and that kind of jobs. So that's it. If I don't find a potentially rich husband, I will be stuck in the middle-middle class in Singapore's society. Not that I mind awfully much though. Just means having less children. Hehe.
AWWW. Kindergarten kids are SOOO CUTEEE. Is it too early to want a baby? D: Yes. It is too early. I am not even halfway there yet! HAIZZZ. If no one wants me, I will go be a kindergarten teacher. Private ones pays more right? Haha, over-qualified for kindergarten teacher already. :p
Okay. That's enough of smiling to myself today. I am literally smiling like crazy to myself now. Sigh. Ciao!
Rebecca :D
P.S. I am happily forgetting I have 2 essay assignments and opinion pieces due. BAD.
Ahem. Ya. So I went for dental and driving today. It is gonna be embarrassing to talk about driving, so lets just skip that topic and get on to the main one! Void decks. I want to live in a HDB in the future. Not in a landed property. The Singapore government keeps lamenting on the fact that Singaporeans have lost the kampung spirit, but what I saw today on my walk home from the train station really warms up my heart a wee bit(because my heart is warm enough originally. HAHA.) I was walking along the void decks when I saw a group of kids and teens(OMG. Reminds me. Am I not a teen anymore? Where did my youth goooo?) playing with small boards(well, if a long board is a long board, a skateboard is a medium board, a small board should be a small board. RIGHT? :/) playing the small board along the void decks. they were all topless and skinny. (Jealous much!) But the main point was that they were playing so happily and they blocked my way and then someone said(like a boss),"Got someone behind." One boy turned around, saw me and bowed his heads a little and said,"Sorry!" AWWWW. SO SWEET. Then I walked on and saw my kindergarten. IT WAS GONEEE:( Well, not gone gone, but it got revamped. Turned inside out and completely changed:( Even the playground is the new kind one. I remember eating food from my lunchbox on top of the slide. Memories memories. Anyway, I was not a pretty kid. Sigh. I am staring at my kindergarten photo now. They told me to smile and I thought it was the closed mouth kind. What came out was more of a grimace. LE SIGH. I had swollen/chubby cheeks. Oh. Those are still there now, but I grew a chin! Hahahahaha. Ya. then I walked and walked and remembered all the times I walk along this road. I never moved house before, you see. So Bishan is really my home home. I love the place. I love the park. Though I rarely go there because of the sun and the fact that I am not a sporty person. But just looking at it makes me feel at home. <3 <3 <3 I think I would love to stay in a HDB in front of a park. Bishan park would be good. Haha, I hope HDB en-bloc the block when I get a flat. :p I am simple that way. Rich people need not stay in big houses. So ya. I wanna be rich too. Haha, then I can do all the crafts in the world. But this is pretty difficult, considering the fact that I just did a career test and I got these recommended jobs...
AWWW. Kindergarten kids are SOOO CUTEEE. Is it too early to want a baby? D: Yes. It is too early. I am not even halfway there yet! HAIZZZ. If no one wants me, I will go be a kindergarten teacher. Private ones pays more right? Haha, over-qualified for kindergarten teacher already. :p
Okay. That's enough of smiling to myself today. I am literally smiling like crazy to myself now. Sigh. Ciao!
Rebecca :D
P.S. I am happily forgetting I have 2 essay assignments and opinion pieces due. BAD.
November 01, 2012
Pet peeve and other things.
Well, university has done a very good job in keeping me busy and away from doing crafts for the last two months. I don't really know I feel about it exactly though. On one hand, I am learning quite a lot of things, and on the other, I am just like, oh no. I do not really have the time or energy to do crafts! Is my creativity dwindling? I mean, I still have craft ideas popping into my head from time to time like a Jack-in-a-box, but I do not have the time to act upon them and they probably flew away into the wind because I have such bad memory. I have not decided if I am good at Sociology or not. Still in the midst to finding myself. Sigh O sigh.
Anyway. I spend too much time on the train. So I get so very happy when I find a seat! Happily sitting and resting my flat ass on the seat and making it flatter in the process. HAHAHA. But you know, sometimes an old lady or old man comes by and you just know you have to give up your seat. It is social responsibility anyway, right? So even if I was not sitting on the reserved seat(I never ever, hardly ever sit on those) I would give up my seat. BUT, one pet peeve I have is when the old lady just plops herself on the seat without thanking you for it! I know you expected it, I gave my seat up, you took it. Don't I deserve a "Thank you" ?!!!! Is it so difficult to be courteous? When this happens, I tend to feel very unappreciated! Especially since the seat I gave up was NOT the reserved seat. I keep saying an old lady because it happened to me today and it was an old lady. Not a very friendly looking one at that. She just walked into the MRT expecting a seat to be given up to her. =.= I just do NOT understand!!! *shakes head* You may call me petty, but I just thought it was basic courtesy! Oh well. At least this only happens 1% of the time. To give her the benefit of a doubt, I shall assume that she had a bad day.
Other than this....Ah! Something happened today!
I was sitting on a bench with my friend and there was this other girl sitting at the other table. Then, I smelled cigarettes. I glanced at the girl at the other bench. It did not look like she was smoking so I exclaimed (a little to loudly)
"Whoa! Who's is smoking ah?"
*glances around*
"So smelly!"
Then I did not think much about it and continued with whatever I was doing. Blah blah blah.
*A while later*
The girl from the other table walked away WITH A CIGARETTE PACKET IN HER HAND!
OH NO!
So embarrassing! Oops!
Moral of the story: Always look carefully and identity the source of the smell before saying anything.
But then again, it had a latent function which I appreciated. She walked away to smoke instead of smoking on the next table. Haha. I do not exactly feel bad about it, but I just did not realise it was her smoking. *shuffles feet* She must have been cussing at me in her mind! !@#$%$#@!#%!@# HAHA. I hope not.
Okay. I am really not feeling all that well. Fever and sore throat and runny nose. I wonder if you also have a weird taste on your tongue when you are sick? I do. I do not like it. It is just funky. I keep sucking on mints to make it taste more normal.
That's all today. I leave you with a picture of me that I photoshopped with fangs and red eyes! Contacts, of course^^ Still think my brows looks a little funny and my face is still big and round. But what to do? It need to accommodate my massive brain and fat cheeks. Ciao!
Rebecca :s
Anyway. I spend too much time on the train. So I get so very happy when I find a seat! Happily sitting and resting my flat ass on the seat and making it flatter in the process. HAHAHA. But you know, sometimes an old lady or old man comes by and you just know you have to give up your seat. It is social responsibility anyway, right? So even if I was not sitting on the reserved seat(I never ever, hardly ever sit on those) I would give up my seat. BUT, one pet peeve I have is when the old lady just plops herself on the seat without thanking you for it! I know you expected it, I gave my seat up, you took it. Don't I deserve a "Thank you" ?!!!! Is it so difficult to be courteous? When this happens, I tend to feel very unappreciated! Especially since the seat I gave up was NOT the reserved seat. I keep saying an old lady because it happened to me today and it was an old lady. Not a very friendly looking one at that. She just walked into the MRT expecting a seat to be given up to her. =.= I just do NOT understand!!! *shakes head* You may call me petty, but I just thought it was basic courtesy! Oh well. At least this only happens 1% of the time. To give her the benefit of a doubt, I shall assume that she had a bad day.
Other than this....Ah! Something happened today!
I was sitting on a bench with my friend and there was this other girl sitting at the other table. Then, I smelled cigarettes. I glanced at the girl at the other bench. It did not look like she was smoking so I exclaimed (a little to loudly)
"Whoa! Who's is smoking ah?"
*glances around*
"So smelly!"
Then I did not think much about it and continued with whatever I was doing. Blah blah blah.
*A while later*
The girl from the other table walked away WITH A CIGARETTE PACKET IN HER HAND!
OH NO!
So embarrassing! Oops!
Moral of the story: Always look carefully and identity the source of the smell before saying anything.
But then again, it had a latent function which I appreciated. She walked away to smoke instead of smoking on the next table. Haha. I do not exactly feel bad about it, but I just did not realise it was her smoking. *shuffles feet* She must have been cussing at me in her mind! !@#$%$#@!#%!@# HAHA. I hope not.
Okay. I am really not feeling all that well. Fever and sore throat and runny nose. I wonder if you also have a weird taste on your tongue when you are sick? I do. I do not like it. It is just funky. I keep sucking on mints to make it taste more normal.
That's all today. I leave you with a picture of me that I photoshopped with fangs and red eyes! Contacts, of course^^ Still think my brows looks a little funny and my face is still big and round. But what to do? It need to accommodate my massive brain and fat cheeks. Ciao!
Rebecca :s
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