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Female. 17. Someone who needs this blog because - I don't always say what I mean and I don't always mean what I say. And here I let it all out. Living life and loving it. <3
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Note : I cannot seem to pronounce the word photographer.
I love the Manglish/Singlish/Rebecca-ish way of pronouncing it, thank you. Unfortunately for me, those oral examiners are apparently not interested to hear my rendition of that particular word. (How dare they!)
It seems that my pronounciation is rather bland; flat. I just find it weird, like I'm putting on airs to pronounce the word they way its supposed to pronounce. I feel like a pansy, really.
Speaking of pansies, I recently watched this Youtube video called Yellow Fever. I don't think it's recent as it's been out since 2006 so many people must have heard about it. It's about an Asian guy studying in an European country (or so I think), feeling sorry for himself that all the Chinese girls are after the white guys. He then tries to figure out the mystery of why white guys go for Asian girls but white girls don't go for Asian guys. My first thought was height, but the guys there were all practically at a standard height. (Maybe the light hair and eyes, then?)
By the way, Simone mentioned to me that Singaporeans are supposed to be taller than Malaysians. It really seems the same to me, though I admit I feel dwarfed by some guys in the class. But Omar still seems taller than everyone. I mean, if you hit the 180's, there are few people who are taller than you. Oh yeah, the girls are supposed to be hotter as well, but I'm no judge though; the guys would probably be able to tell that more than I can.
For the past few days, people have been telling me how wonderful the scholarship was because it offered me the opportunity to TRAVEL. I wanted to laugh, but restrained myself due to self-preservation; my parents were nearby. Apparently still many are not yet enlightened of my hatred of movement. I am a creature with more than a healthy dose of inertia. I stand in one place, and stay there.
Which is why I would definitely love to work at home, if not for the alternative of meeting new people; which I enjoy. Somewhat. At least.
Someone said to me that I care entirely too much of what people think of me. Surprisingly, I agree. When asked on suggestions on how to change, all I got in return was a shrug.
Nikolai kindly suggested that I my tan sucked. I retaliated with an insult to his not-so-perfectly-groomed hair. It was just teasing, really. After all, we've known each other for almost ten years; even if he was my brother's best friend then.
I guess this is what feels really strange, because I've known everyone for so LONG. Ivan, almost 12 years, same class in all those years. Well, except this year. Chui Xing, almost 12; but on and off as she switched school in kindergarten. Shu Ting, almost 11, but I'm not that close to her. Shuk and the std. two gang, eight years. I knew everyone when they were kids, and everyone now that they've changed, grown up. In this new environment, I could barely tell how someone was months ago.
3:44 AM
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Note : I cannot seem to pronounce the word photographer.
I love the Manglish/Singlish/Rebecca-ish way of pronouncing it, thank you. Unfortunately for me, those oral examiners are apparently not interested to hear my rendition of that particular word. (How dare they!)
It seems that my pronounciation is rather bland; flat. I just find it weird, like I'm putting on airs to pronounce the word they way its supposed to pronounce. I feel like a pansy, really.
Speaking of pansies, I recently watched this Youtube video called Yellow Fever. I don't think it's recent as it's been out since 2006 so many people must have heard about it. It's about an Asian guy studying in an European country (or so I think), feeling sorry for himself that all the Chinese girls are after the white guys. He then tries to figure out the mystery of why white guys go for Asian girls but white girls don't go for Asian guys. My first thought was height, but the guys there were all practically at a standard height. (Maybe the light hair and eyes, then?)
By the way, Simone mentioned to me that Singaporeans are supposed to be taller than Malaysians. It really seems the same to me, though I admit I feel dwarfed by some guys in the class. But Omar still seems taller than everyone. I mean, if you hit the 180's, there are few people who are taller than you. Oh yeah, the girls are supposed to be hotter as well, but I'm no judge though; the guys would probably be able to tell that more than I can.
For the past few days, people have been telling me how wonderful the scholarship was because it offered me the opportunity to TRAVEL. I wanted to laugh, but restrained myself due to self-preservation; my parents were nearby. Apparently still many are not yet enlightened of my hatred of movement. I am a creature with more than a healthy dose of inertia. I stand in one place, and stay there.
Which is why I would definitely love to work at home, if not for the alternative of meeting new people; which I enjoy. Somewhat. At least.
Someone said to me that I care entirely too much of what people think of me. Surprisingly, I agree. When asked on suggestions on how to change, all I got in return was a shrug.
Nikolai kindly suggested that I my tan sucked. I retaliated with an insult to his not-so-perfectly-groomed hair. It was just teasing, really. After all, we've known each other for almost ten years; even if he was my brother's best friend then.
I guess this is what feels really strange, because I've known everyone for so LONG. Ivan, almost 12 years, same class in all those years. Well, except this year. Chui Xing, almost 12; but on and off as she switched school in kindergarten. Shu Ting, almost 11, but I'm not that close to her. Shuk and the std. two gang, eight years. I knew everyone when they were kids, and everyone now that they've changed, grown up. In this new environment, I could barely tell how someone was months ago.
