a sixth sense cannot make up for a complete lack of common sense
the resident
-best known as May Ching-
-09/01/1990-
-19 years 1.2 months-
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Sunday, September 09, 2007, 9:59 pm
The day before school holidays ends.Back to school tomorrow, and I can't say that I'm thrilled nor filled with dread. I mean, I love school now and I love JJ. I used to think up all kinds of excuses not to go to school when I was a primary school student. The teachers and the subjects did nothing to appeal to me and it was only the friends that I made which kept me happy in spite of the turbulent times I was experiencing.(Thanks Su, Wei, Ming and Deep!)
Mind you, my secret is not only entrusted to them. A few of my most trusted besties in JJ now also know. But you know what? It really doesn't matter. It's WAY to big for one girl to carry, especially when she has to deal with it practically every day when her sisters aren't around to give her support. But I have more friends now. JJC changed my life and drew me out of the protective shell I constructed myself.
Changing tack (I refuse to post super-emo entries for the vulgar curiosity of all Netizens), what I intended to write about today was some of my experiences, living in Singapore as a foreign student. Yes, I am still a foreign student, thanks to the issue of ICA delaying my acceptance/rejection letter which my little sister got, like, two weeks ago.
Let's see, I've been living in Singapore for about...4 years. So far, I think that the place is nice (where else can you hop onto a train anywhere in the country?), though the food leaves much to be desired. For goodness' sake, the char kuay teow is SWEET! In fact, pretty much everything else is sweet. The desserts are even more so, if that is even possible.
The people...well. (People of JJ and 4 Avicenna, please disregard this next part!) Singaporeans are, in my humble opinion, not world-renowned for their general pleasantry, to put this in as kind a tone as possible. Indeed, the nasty side comes to the surface in places like the Ikea dining room. It is almost impossible to get a place because it is perpetually packed with humanity. Equally disconcerting is trying to finish a meal in peace. At least two or three people hang around the table, reminding one terribly of sharks circling or buzzards waiting for their prey to expire. I am also guilty of this unpleasant behaviour, due to circumstances.
But enough of ranting.
Labels: singaporeans, unpleasant behaviour