unexciting, boring me

uninteresting, boring me

I was just blog hopping and I feel that I have boring blog entries and not to mention, life.

How interesting are they?

For example,

1. A poly friend's maid just went crazy and claimed that she is God while pointing at Guan Yin on the altar
2. Another friend is still heartbroken after breaking up with her bf for a few months.
3. A friend misses her boyfriend for he is on course overseas for 2 years (!)
4. Another person wrote some criticism of friends TRYING to use pseudo names (e*ai*n*)
5. A random friend in this big big world took a picture of people having sex on the balcony
6. Someone wrote gibberish with 'real' words in between on his/her blog for the past year. (wklhfafhbutterflyafkleo)

Fascinating right?

No.1 reminds me that having a maid may not be such a great thing after all. I mean it is quite scary. Eeee.. Maybe she wants to go home badly. Maybe ya..

No. 2 & 3 expresses emotions that I cannot relate to. I really do not know how it feels like. I mean, is it really that bad? That serious? I can solve these issues easily, or so I think. Quite ignorant huh.

No. 4 sets me wondering. Why would the person do that? It is quite obvious who the people are. Want to make known or not? Confused.

No. 5 is super duper (insert ur own words). You can't really see the picture clearly (thank goodness!). The entry was written in Dutch? But the unmistakable words. And thanks to Babelfish.

No 6. Hmmm... Maybe it is some form of communication for secret service agents? Some conspiracy going on? Imagine doing that for a year!

See? And what do I write about?

Life is good. School is great. Work is busy.

The end.

Guess I have to brush up on my creativity or get out and know more interesting people.

Or maybe I can start posting pictures and pictures only.

Idea.

Bad Chinese...

Yes.. This is an entry that I will whine and whine and whine. But at the same time, I will try to talk about the good things that happened in the 1st week of school. Well, I just had my basic media writing in Chinese class today and I think i totally suck at it. We were suppose to write about why we chose to do this module and talk a little about our experience with the Chinese language. I thought it would be a piece of cake for me, given my experience in secondary school where I can complete an essay in less than 45 minutes. We had an hour for about a page long essay in Microsoft Word. I was wrong. I realised I had no idea how to write and even phrase certain sentences correctly. I struggled hard really. Goodness, 10 years of Chinese down the drain. Not forgetting the fact that I was from a Chinese school. I know the words, but have no flow. I can write the words, but have no idea what the han yu pin ying is. Terrible isn't it. I feel really ashamed. I think it is the worst piece of essay I have ever written. Enough lamenting. Let's just hope that I will improve tremendously after the course. If i remember, I will update 12 weeks later. For the happier stuff. Am I glad to be back in school. Familiar faces and that occasional joke in class. Haiz. This is better than work really. The pace was just nice. Gave me enough time to catch up with friends and spend hours in the NIE library cafe doing nothing at all. Great. Even gave us the idea of starting up a cafe in our main SCI building.. Maybe we should really consider writing to the Dean for a sandwich machine in the school at least. Better than the pathetic tibits and 'junk' coffee vending machine. Also glad that I met my secondary school teacher... Reminds me of all the great time I spent in GYSS. Haiz.... Those were the days.

Of birthdays, responsibilities and dreams

July, I conclude, is the Birthday month. I have never received so many invitations to birthday celebrations - chalets, restaurants, even country clubs. Thanks for all the invitation, but I cannot afford to go to every single one... I'm at work most of the time due to NDP. Yes, life has been sooooooo busy now. Work, work, work and play. Notice the proportion. Most of my good friends are officially legal. Not that it signifies anything, but it is more like a socially created ritual. Still, it means that they will have a good time teasing me when they buy tickets to watch Sin City. I already have the first taste of it this morning... Bleah. 21 is a big year, but I doubt I will be holding any 'big-scale' celebrations. Probably just a quiet celebration at home with family and a few close friends. No particular reason, but maybe turning 21 is the time to really reflect on the 'childhood' years and planning my future? Crap again. My best friend says that turning 21 means having more legal responsibilities. Sounds scary. For me, I think I will be a miserable soon-to-be 21-year-old with a miserable bank account. Haha... Anyway, not that money is the most important thingy. I think I want to change a few habits. Procastinating and getting myself into unnecessary troubles. Not troubles as in troubles but more like getting myself involved in too many activities. Turning 21st soon and I have a couple of 'dreams' yet to be fulfilled. Maybe I have to be more practical. Is this what you call the pre-21st birthday syndrome? Oh btw, Harry Potter fans, I have finished reading the Half-blood Prince on Saturday itself and I am disappointed. But it is a good ending for a good beginning for the next book. Money making scheme. And I fell for it.

NDP Dance No.40

NDP Dance No.40

Last night was probably the time where I had the most exercise for the entire year. I, the super duper psycho-motor-coordination-flexibility-whatever deprived person, actually have to learn the NDP Motivator dance. Amazing that I can still walk. Dancing straight for 2 hours is no small thing, I tell you. Especially for someone who has not have strenous exercise for at least the past 6 months. The routine was so long and I have no stamina. I can officially say that I am old. And inflexible. And I can forget about finding my hidden talent. I have none. Oh well. Face it.

Thoughts

Almost half of the holidays have passed… For the past month or so, I have been living the life that I would probably lead for next 40 years of my life after graduation. A 9 to 5 job, fixed lunch hour and spending endless hours staring at the computer screen. At the MRT station, I see people rushing to get into trains, rushing to get on the escalators, rushing to get breakfast, rushing to get into the office before the clock strikes 9, rushing out of the office at 6, rushing to get home. And that sets me wondering. Is it worth the rush? At my neighbourhood market, I see hawkers starting out their day slowly, people sitting in the coffee shops sipping coffee, shop owners setting up their goods outside their store leisurely. The only rush is perhaps to get those fresh meat or fish from the wet market. To me, they seem to be enjoying what they are doing. No need to rush for that report that is due at 10, no need to sit in those never-ending meetings and no need to tolerate politics. Which is better? I don’t really see the point of rushing about in life. It all seemed so tiring to me. But I also do not know whether I will be able to survive if I just sell sundry in the neighbourhood. In this materialistic society, one’s status is judged by your possessions. And being brought up this way, I want to be able to enjoy the luxuries in life. Yet, I do not want to follow the rat race blindly. This is quite a dilemma. And we can never get the best of both worlds.