when in rome...
europe is not what i expected it to be. venice is wayyy overrated, and rome just looks like a third-world country. dirty, messy and crooked. and of course, i've had the customary almost-knocked-down-by-a-motorbike at a pedestrian crossing today. the rider apologised but i think i just stared at him ape-shocked. no, i don't know what ape-shocked is and i don't know where i got that from. anyway. pedestrian crossings and traffic lights mean nothing here. just like certain third-world countries. the netherlands, germany, switzerland - or at least the cities i've been to - have been pretty decent though, but nothing fantastic. i am crossing my fingers and my toes that florence and paris are going to be good.
my friend asked me to help with her animation movie school project thing. basically i'll be doing the voiceover for the 8-year-old girl lol. my voice sounds nothing like an 8yo kid's, so i have no idea why i'm helping. but i've been having a field day trying to sing silly/random songs in a high-pitched tone just because. i think my fav is cosette's castle on a cloud. so i have a recording, a voiceover and 2 performances to look forward to, in just 3 days. i might end up cancelling all of them.
i'm so sick of reading about the elections. usually i just gloss over them but still, c'mon, enough is enough. if i read another tweet about it i swear i will barf. all these things that people complain about - they seem so trivial. but yet these are the little things that singaporeans hold in great regard. it's not like i'm disinterested in politics, just maybe not singapore's. i don't know; it doesn't feel like home anymore. i can't stand singaporeans anymore. i added this senior of mine in facebook, and a chat at 3am or some ungodly hour revealed how unsuitable i am to be in singapore. he's a vet student in sydney, and basically he's the epitome of what i dislike in singaporeans. yet the quintessential singaporean has all these qualities. more about this in a later entry (remind me please; i tend to forget). i've been complaining to my mum about how 'bad' singapore is, and all she can do is make irrational & illogical personal attacks. usually i don't think singapore is that bad, but what came out of my mouth shocked me.
something else that came out of my mouth shocked me. i met this nice swiss family on a trip to the rheinfall and i told them i was studying forensics. the dad then said singapore doesn't need forensic scientists because murders and what not don't happen there often, and suggested i go to los angeles or amsterdam instead haha. but i replied that i was more interested in disaster work, dvi etc and it was more relevant to what's happening in the world today. i don't know where that came from. i've never thought of myself doing csi work, but i've never thought of doing dvi either. still no intention; just a quiblet.
nope, don't know what a quiblet is either.
lately i've found myself in love with a six-year-old memory, a half-remembered face, an imagined reality. and it scares me.
my friend asked me to help with her animation movie school project thing. basically i'll be doing the voiceover for the 8-year-old girl lol. my voice sounds nothing like an 8yo kid's, so i have no idea why i'm helping. but i've been having a field day trying to sing silly/random songs in a high-pitched tone just because. i think my fav is cosette's castle on a cloud. so i have a recording, a voiceover and 2 performances to look forward to, in just 3 days. i might end up cancelling all of them.
i'm so sick of reading about the elections. usually i just gloss over them but still, c'mon, enough is enough. if i read another tweet about it i swear i will barf. all these things that people complain about - they seem so trivial. but yet these are the little things that singaporeans hold in great regard. it's not like i'm disinterested in politics, just maybe not singapore's. i don't know; it doesn't feel like home anymore. i can't stand singaporeans anymore. i added this senior of mine in facebook, and a chat at 3am or some ungodly hour revealed how unsuitable i am to be in singapore. he's a vet student in sydney, and basically he's the epitome of what i dislike in singaporeans. yet the quintessential singaporean has all these qualities. more about this in a later entry (remind me please; i tend to forget). i've been complaining to my mum about how 'bad' singapore is, and all she can do is make irrational & illogical personal attacks. usually i don't think singapore is that bad, but what came out of my mouth shocked me.
something else that came out of my mouth shocked me. i met this nice swiss family on a trip to the rheinfall and i told them i was studying forensics. the dad then said singapore doesn't need forensic scientists because murders and what not don't happen there often, and suggested i go to los angeles or amsterdam instead haha. but i replied that i was more interested in disaster work, dvi etc and it was more relevant to what's happening in the world today. i don't know where that came from. i've never thought of myself doing csi work, but i've never thought of doing dvi either. still no intention; just a quiblet.
nope, don't know what a quiblet is either.
lately i've found myself in love with a six-year-old memory, a half-remembered face, an imagined reality. and it scares me.