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Name: Rhoda
Birthday: 7/21/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: God, Lord of the Rings, Baking, Chocolate, Shopping for clothes, acessories, shoes, bags, luxury bath products, grooming products, Marks and Spencers goodies, you get the general idea.
Expertise: Writing reviews, critique-ing events, issues, situations, expressing dry wit and sacarsm in a clever manner, laughing at the foibles and quirks of others whilst ignoring mine own, being occasionally bimbotic and wild.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
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Member Since:
5/11/2003
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| On dit qu'aujourd'hui, on n'a plus de vie prive avec l'apparition d'Internet et les autres fruits de l'avance de la technologie. Est-ce que c'est vrai pour la plupart de nous?
Today in french class we discussed how our usage of the Internet results in less privacy for us, and more alternative avenues of information for our future employers. I typed in my name in Google to find out if any incriminating information appears about me, and I think I am pretty safe for now. It churned out a list of other Rhodawongs from around the world, and I must say I am glad to be one of the less important Rhodas online. This blog did appear on the list, but I have no qualms about letting my potential employers see this blog because I am not ashamed of the image this blog portrays of me. It is reflective, pensive, and thoughtful, and basically an ideal self representation of what I want the world to see.
J'ai toujours pense que quand je vais en France, je deviendrai plus mince car je deteste la cuisine Europeen. Main j'ai realise que j'adore les croissants! So today I came to a realisation that I love croissants, especially their buttery taste and softness. There goes my plans to become anorexic in France.
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| Just the other day I was jogging at the Botanical Gardens and cursing at the number of people there blocking my way (you would be amazed at the number of people up and about at 7 am on a Sat morning) and this American (from his accent) greeted me "Good morning!" Momentararily taken aback at such unusual friendliness, I uttered back a hasty "morning" (the best I could come up with under breathless circumstances) and carried on my way. I then started to wonder if it was a leery good morning or a pure friendly good morning, because I am acustomed to leers from old men and other oddballs whenever I am jogging in my really short fbt shorts. (Not as if I am deliberately looking for trouble! I think I have the right to wear things I am comfortable in and not attract this sort of attention). Maybe he was really leering, but I do not think it would hurt to give him the benefit of the doubt and assume it was pure friendliness and born out of a desire to make the world a cheerier place.
Have we become so used to the blank and unfriendly expressions of strangers on the streets, each one caught up in his own bubble, without any inclination to acknowledge the presence of other human beings in sight, that we have accepted it as normal? Why do we view such greetings with distrust and immediate suspicion? Are we really an unfriendly bunch? Michelle told me of a similar incident that happened to her while she was struggling with her luggage in a subway station in London; a stranger wordlessly grabbed her luggage and helped her carry it up the stairs, and her initial reaction was to panic and fear that he would run away with it, when he was in actual fact just extending a hand and being gentlemanly. Has our Singaporean culture trained us to face the world with the mentality that it is each person for himself? I am proud of being Singaporean, but it is not a blind sort of nationalistic pride with which I fiercely lay claim to this identity, nor do I defend it aggressively when others criticise us. But I like to think that sensible pride should include an awareness of our flaws, an acknowledgement that every culture has its shortcomings and awareness should lead to a conscious effort to change it. I am not saying I plan to smile at everyone in the lift, but maybe it would not be too hard for me to be less suspicious the next time someone greets me.
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| GUESS WHO JUST FAILED HER DRIVING.
I never expected to be so upset and irritated at the additional amount of money and time I am going to have to put in for my next test. 2 strikes of a curb hardly makes me a bad driver!
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| Things I have been up to this summer
1) Completing all 4 seasons of Bones, and incredible show that is like CSI but much better.
2) Tossing out old clothes from my wardrobe and wondering how to sell them off
3) A 4-week internship at a government body, of which I shall not divulge the details because I have been sworn to secrecy (makes me feel important just by saying this haha!)
4) Anxiously waiting for said government body to pay me, which they did 3 weeks after I ended my internship. Am now 650 richer but friends please remind me the money is not for spending
5) Wondering why the current sales at my favourite shop brands do not interest me at all. (I think I may be growing out of shopping!)
6) Grew out of clubbing. Everytime someone suggests that we go clubbing, I search for an excuse - cab fare home, entrance fee too expensive, too few people in the group, too much trouble to coordinate if we want a larger group, going home too late, H1N1 etc.
7) Numerous choir practices, which burnt out my passion for NUS choir or choir in general.
8) Attempting to keep up with French, but other distractions won.
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| I really love this relationship I am having with You, all I need to do is trust and I am gliding along in everything I do, and even though I fall into pits now and then I learn how to get out of it just by taking Your hand. Thank you. | | |
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