When Silence Is No Longer Golden

Hey readers. This post is once again another emo/melancholy/depressing post of mine. Feel free to close this tab if you do not feel like reading another person's miserable mind or you can also keep reading if you want. Disclaimer, it may make you feel as down as me, hopefully not worse. Just as a background story, my mum, my brother and my sister came to Singapore to visit me, or rather, came to help me bring the stuff that I could not or I forgot to bring when I went to Singapore. Today was the last day of their short visit, which was only one night. After sending them to the airport, as I boarded the train back to my campus, I felt a sudden feeling of deep loneliness. Like, I suddenly felt that I am actually all alone in this world. I remember one of my friend who came to PGPR (the place where I stay in campus) earlier than me said that I should find a girlfriend if I do not want to be lonely here. Indeed he was right. PGPR is a really big residence and the chance of me being in

Hey, readers. It's been quite some time, again, since the last time I posted here. Just as an update, I am already in Singapore to do my undergraduate studies which would start somewhere in August. I am staying in an on-campus accommodation which turns out to be rather below my expectations. If you readers happen to be Singaporean or intend to stay in NUS, I am in PGPR. If you want to apply for an accommodation here, I suggest you to choose type A. My first few days in my type C room is horrible. I am not sure if it is the weather, but the room is really really hot. There is a ceiling fan, of course, but it does not really help much when there is not even a ventilation; just windows that cannot be opened too widely. Moreover, the fan may even become the source of another problem. It is located right above the bed, so all night long, you sleep while being blown by the wind from the ceiling fan directly. For some people who have a sensitive nose or some other respiratory problems, it

Hey readers. It has been quite a week full of thoughts and reflections (thus the more frequent blogpost than usual). I do not know why. Maybe because I am turning 20 soon. Or it could be just a coincidence. Whatever the case, I just found this post on 9gag which I find quite ..... profound. Do not get me wrong; I have dropped the habit of scrolling through 9gag for hours long long ago. The last time I saw 9gag, it basically full of shits that are not even funny, and the comments sections are full of people flaming each other. Nowadays, I only see 9gag posts on Facebook that are shared by my friends, which means all the posts have already been "filtered". Here's the link to the post I am writing about. I know the title in the post is different, but I personally feel that my title fits better. Well, I call it "my title" but I cannot say that I came up with it by myself. It is from the comments section. For once the comments section contains useful stuff. Now, I k

Hi, readers! I am sorry if I have made you all curious about my seemingly perfect past life because of the previous post, and yet have yet to continue my story. Unfortunately, this post is not about that. I am currently addicted to an old-school game "Yugi-Oh! Duel Academy" on GBA (of course I am playing it on my computer using emulator) and thus much of my time is wasted playing. Actually, it is possible that I am indulging myself in old-school games as an escape from my current rather miserable life. Not extremely miserable actually, but I have the tendency to exaggerate my troubles in my own mind. That reminds me. I just attended a sort of reunion with my 4-year scholar friends. It is really nice to see some of them again after so many months. Some were in China, rendering them not contactable via Facebook. Some others, to be honest, I do not really care to keep in touch with them. I just do not quite clique with them and I do not see the point pretending or attempting to

Continuing from my previous post, I managed to convince my father (or rather, made my father felt guilty, thus granting my wish) to meet my friends in the afternoon, leaving the event halfway. As a substitute, my younger sister took my place. I did not know if she enjoyed herself there, but I knew that she enjoyed the food and the room. Unfortunately for her, it is me who get to stay in the room, not her. *evil laugh* Anyway, I am writing this not for the sake of explaining what I meant by "not" on my previous post . There are more things I would like to write down; things that often disturb my mind. It is about the past and my personalities. It was actually because of the communication skills seminar I attended last night that made me think about this again. The main aim of the seminar was to teach those doctors and nurses on how to communicate with their patients about a programme in which their clinical data would be collected for an international-scale research on diabete

Hi, readers! Once, once, again, it took me forever to finally post another thing on this blog. Actually, there are many, many posts waiting to be posted here, but I finally gave up chasing after the non-existent deadline to post those, because I just remembered the reason I created this blog in the first place; to improve my deteriorating English and to prepare me for the was-upcoming interviews. Now that there are no more interviews, I have somewhat lost my main drive to write. Therefore, I think I will just turn this blog into a kind of my record of thoughts instead of my life record. And as a consequence, I may post even less frequently than now, though there is also a possibility that I post more frequently since I can just post anything, however short or long, not confined to certain events and free to omit any information that is irrelevant to the thoughts I am writing about. And all the above changes about the content of my blog will start from this very post. Firstly, I want to