Singapore: Blog#2

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Several of my online friends have told me they’d like to move to Singapore and live there. I was born here, I’m not ashamed in any way of my country, but it’s not a place for just anyone. Even for city people, it’s not going to be a good match. It’s a clean place, neat, tidy, studious, and strict. There are much more cons to Singapore than there are pros.

This is a city that takes work and intelligence seriously. Nobody is here to mess around. Work and education is an obsession— a religion. Students go to school, come back home to eat, do homework, and sleep. I have younger family members who are still students; I see this every day.  Even if it’s not a school day. They can’t even skip school if they’re tired, if they’re dead. They have to go.  Why? Because education = college/university = important occupation = money. And what does money always lead to? “A better lifestyle”.  

Singapore not only lacks nature, but creativity.  Everyone is a robot here.  If you’re not a student, then you’re a worker. Nobody appreciates your work, your ideas— you. With this in mind, why don’t we review Singapore’s high suicide rates?

A 29 percent increase from the 2011 total, was boosted by an 80 percent rise in the 20-29 age bracket, the Samaritans of Singapore (SOS) said in a statement.

Huffington Post

And let’s not forget what happens if you’re caught after your suicide attempt.

Suicide is an offence in the compact island-state, and anyone who survives an attempt faces a jail term of up to a year, a fine or both.

So, not only are you suicidal, but you’re actually punished for it. The country held responsible for your mentality is punishing you. It’s their fault, but according to them, it’s yours.

The Ministry of Health states, “Suicidal behaviour has a large number of complex underlying factors, including family, social, economic and mental health issues”. When exactly would these hardworking/busy Singaporeans have the time and energy to seek help?

Singaporeans in general are not happy people. I’m a naturally happy and energetic person; I’m the one who receives weird and judging stares for nice gestures such as waving Hello to someone and wishing them a good morning. I partially blame this generation, but the way things are here in Singapore as well. Everyone does their work because they have to, not because they chose their occupation, not because they enjoy it. I just can’t help but feel uncomfortable with going outside. I can’t be my usual positive self because everyone’s reactions will put me down.

Don’t get me wrong though, I may be stating negative facts about Singapore, but that doesn’t mean I hate it. I just don’t find it livable for people who want to do something with their lives. If you’re already depressed, Singapore will not take long in fining you for a suicide attempt. I’ll be ending this post here.. time to continue my game of LoL ❤

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Singapore: Blog#1

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I’ve decided to put this blog to use. Again. I keep abandoning it and I missed writing here honestly. This is personal and meant for me, and only me, so I don’t expect anyone to read this or pay attention to this in general.

The reason I’m in Singapore is because I was accepted to my 2nd choice Performing Arts School. Although school hasn’t officially started yet, there are annual summer events that they host (not exactly in Singapore, but luckily they had chosen to host the event(s) here this time). It’s been about 3 days (…??) performing… I honestly don’t know how long its been since the timezones just confused me XD I haven’t yet adjusted to the timezone here either. When my family has breakfast, I’m sleeping on the floor. It’s really annoying! There’s a 13:00 , and so on… in America it’s so stupid.. I mean, we have each hour twice in a day, the only difference would be AM and PM.

So, the events I mentioned consist of two dance performances on two different music genres, a small play (it takes like more than an hour T^T), and three different singing performances (one original song and two covers), and last but not least, the instrumentals. I never pay attention to the entire event since I’m always trying to get a good nap and snack on whatever I can, whenever I can. It’s really fun, very tiring, but I signed up for this & I was definitely expecting this. I’m happy with this decision and hopefully I can continue for many years.

 

Now I’ll be talking about my arrival to Singapore. If I get distracted and talk about my family and our past, then I apologize beforehand. So, I was allowed to bring my boyfriend along (he got his own plane ticket of course) and I left my parents and sister back home. My oldest sister is living in Singapore with her husband, currently neighbors with the rest of my family. I haven’t seen my family since I was about 5 years old, so I didn’t even know I had a family until my last visit this year. I’m staying with my sister and her husband, along with my boyfriend (who refuses to sleep in a bed and stays on the floor each night).

Singapore so far is really weird for me. I was born here, but I’m a foreigner. I feel like a foreigner, I speak like a foreigner, I look like a foreigner. Apparently Singaporeans are like Western-wannabes (I want to use a nicer term, but this is a good-enough term. I’m sorry ~~ ). The first thing I noticed while leaving the plane was the conversations going on at the airport and after that. It was English, but at the same time, it wasn’t…? Singaporeans have this really cool language; Its a combination of the different races that the country consists of (in other words..). The Singaporean-English is referred to as Singlish. It’s kind of like how Mexican-Americans have Spanglish. Yeah… only, Singaporeans use a lot more slang (which I am still adjusting to.. T^T). I even have a little notepad that I carry around everywhere, literally everywhere; I write down all the words I’ve never heard before arriving here. For example, the most popular word/term I’ve heard: lah. I hear it mostly at the end of each sentence. So in my notebook, I’ll have something like ” lah | Please lah, don’t do this  | used at the end of sentence –  *usage?*”.  I’m never shy, but when it comes to asking questions — HELP , I kind of transform into a shy person and I hateeee it. It’s really strange, especially since I’m extremely talkative and open about my life. I’m pretty sure it’s just embarrassment that stops me, oh and my pride of course.

I think I should post some Singlish and continue my Chinese Review; I’ve been neglecting CH / RVW for an eternity! I had a moment of  “Nobody is going to learn Mandarin because they’re not Chinese-born.” But then again, it was for me, so I should continue it, so my family has something to be proud of. Other than my dancing trophies. They’re still very traditional Asian-family who only have eyes for universities and colleges. -_-

Practice is in a few hours, so I should  end this post here and continue it later.

exo, exo

Raina

 

 

Best of Singlish Words and Phrases

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I’m reblogging SG related in order to survive in my hometown T.T

Remember Singapore

Why do our older generations address nurses as “bee see“? Why do we call someone without roles or assignments “lobo“? Find out more…

Arrow

  • Original Meaning: A type of shooting weapon (English)
  • Local Meaning: To order someone to do a task

A term probably first used in the military, it is now frequently used in local context to mean an order being directed at someone, like an arrow, to carry out a task, usually against his wishes.

Bao Toh

  • Original Meaning: Bun knife (Hokkien)
  • Alternate Meaning: To tattle

The phrase also refers to sabotage, to betray secrets or “tell” on others. The long bun knife is possibly used to describe the backstabbing.

Bee See

  • Original Meaning: Young ladies (Missy, English)
  • Local Meaning: Nurses

During the colonial days, young ladies were referred as Missy by the British, probably derived from “Miss”.

This applied to the young nurses…

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