This Christmas

This Christmas is uneventful.

Really uneventful. I want to write something but I couldn't even muster the whatever to write. Yknow what is the whatever? The whatever represents my complete lack of enthusiasm in whatever I was talking about before. Let me write about last Christmas then, cause it's infinitely more eventful. Last Christmas eve was spent in Nanjing (whoo!). I spent most of the day at the hot springs, tried spicy (REALLY spicy) duck's neck and baijiu (a Chinese style liquor I guess, with 40% alcohol), slept, then woke up at around 6am on Christmas morning with a weird feeling in my stomach, proceeded to throw up and empty my bowels in the toilet for the next two hours, then went to a clinic in Nanjing, got scolded by the middle aged lady doctor for not wearing thick enough for the weather (I did wear enough I swear!), then took the train home to Shanghai in great discomfort and spent the rest of my Christmas bedridden. Eventful huh. I even bravely went to work the next day even though I feel like I can crumble to the ground any moment. /applause please/ Heh. But I think I got to see them moving the sea turtles if I didn't get my dates wrong. Which is great. I think I even managed to pat the head of one. (I interned at the Shanghai Ocean Aquarium anyway if the above sounded weird) Up till now I still don't know if I got food poisoning or maybe the baijiu dissolved my insides. But what I know is I won't eat either duck's neck or baijiu again. Not over my dead body. The only good thing out of this is that I lost 2 kgs which I promptly gained back within the next two weeks. While this is not something I wish to experience again, I do wish I spent the holidays this year more.... eventfully. Sorry for the lack of creativity in choosing adjectives. Haha. I need some adventure in my life. Anyone willing to give me some adventure? I will give you $5 in return. HAHA.

I want to move out

I love my mother dearly but sometimes I really can't wait to move out into my own home where no one touches or throws away my things without my permission. What would it be like? Living in a place where everything is mine, under my control, and nobody can sneakily throw away or move around my things for my best interests. AND AND AND NO ONE CAN STUMBLE UPON MY DIARY AND PROCEED TO READ IT RESULTING IN ME HAVING TO PUT IT UNDER LOCK AND KEY NOW. Some things in life just aren't meant for mothers to know. But my mother knows everything now. I am literally (or figuratively? can't seem to differentiate) an open book to her. Anyway, I don't even mind having to clean the house by myself, because even though I am messy I do get into bouts of cleaning frenzy.

So.. An apartment of my own. GLORIOUS. That would be GLORIOUS. I don't know when that day would come though. Probably until I am married. Bleargh. And would I even get married? I guess if I don't get married I can still move out, but would I have the money to do that? My crap grades which I received recently (heads-up: I have a D+, aka the lowest grade I have received in my life) seem to forewarn of a gloomy future for myself. I thought I could not possibly go lower than that C+ I got once in poly but it seems I have outdone myself this time. That F for physics in a common test in secondary school does not count. Do you know what D+ means? D+ = probationary grade. That's right. Probation. My future, you are on probation now. Better buck up or you will forever be living in the fear and frustration of getting your things thrown away without your permission. I am warning you, Rachel Tan.

It's been awhile

Hello blog, you are like a stranger now. I haven't posted here in quite awhile. Well, I have some news. I think I am definitely a changed woman since the last time I blogged here. For one thing, I am not a teenager any more!!! I am now twenty, which I still feel quite sad about. Maybe not sad, but kind of mixed I guess. But I feel myself looking with disdain at teenagers now, those immature, angsty children. Hah, I kid, I kid. (Don't get angry teens! I was a teen less than five months ago too) And there is also this weird sense of pride when I input my age as 20 in websites. Strange.

Another thing is I am in university now!!! No longer in Ngee Ann anymore. The last time I wrote here I was in Shanghai I think, so I was in my last semester in NP. Damn I miss my Shanghai life majorly, I am in NUS now, just done with my first semester and it kind of sucks. Meh I thought my first semester at NP sucked too but overall it turned out ok I guess. So, we will see.

I tried writing on wordpress for a bit in a slightly different writing style, maybe a tad more sophisticated (I feel pretentious now), but I abandoned it after awhile too. In fact I abandon most hobbies after awhile.

Anyway, I was just looking at my stats and saw a post titled "Why?", which is coincidentally my most-viewed post. So I forgot what was that post about and with mild excitement clicked on it only to find..... "why is Siwon so hot??" with a bigass picture of Siwon. I immediately closed the tab. So much embarrassment. I don't even like Siwon now. And why does a lame fangirling post have to be the top post. AIGH. And I thought it would be an emotions filled post about my angsty teenage feelings. But it turned out to be just a drool filled post with my pervy teenage feels. Disappointing. I am disappointed in myself.

Nevertheless, after typing this bunch of stuff I am feeling weirdly relaxed, like I just poured out jumbled words that have been swilling my my mind for a long time. So I may continue to blog here more often in the future. But don't get your hopes up blog, I am a busy drama watcher on holiday.

P.S. Didn't bother to proofread this since no one other than me reads it anyway, so if any of you who happens to be reading this finds it weird, sorry in advance! Haha