How many earthlings have their country host a global sports event in their lifetime?

Of that, how many of them?live in?the city hosting it?

These people must be really hyped up for the games.

However, how many hosts get to hype up the entire nation for the games?

“Nanjing 2014, China” but not “Singapore 2010, Singapore”.

It’s simply, “Singapore 2010″. Little red dot, yes we are small, but 麻雀虽小，五脏具全.

Thank you, to all those who made YOG possible. Good or bad, successful or not, to me, that’s not crucial. Hosting the games in a city 700 km sq huge, while our citizens continue with their daily routine is no mean feat. Other cities have ample land for an Olympic Park to host most of their events – that minimises disruption to the city. It is just amazing that Singapore is the birthplace of this brand new but yet globally recognised sporting event. We created the traditions. We defined how this Youth Olympic Games should feel like. With all the pop music at the games, drums, liveliness! Bold colours and design used for graphics and publications. Yes, other hosts will re-define how YOG should be, but “Singapore 2010″ will still be the first on the list in Wikipedia. Who knows, in another 50 years (like London) we get to host it again? Or 100 years, (lols, like Greece).

I had my fair share of excitement watching the matches live online and on tv (: Archery bronze medal match was just memorable. You tie. Get a shoot-out. 19-20 from opponent. And 20-20 from us + Turkey. What better shoot out can you ask for. Rainer?Ng’s medal was like so unbelievable – seconds after I watch that race, and we pocketed another medal.?And the cubs reignited our passion for local soccer. You can’t imagine how loud my brothers and I shouted at every goal they made. These boys are gonna be super stars overnight! Thank you, all athletes for all the hard work. I can’t do sports for nuts and really, kudos to that spirit. (: It was a nice end to my summer break.

And life goes on. So happy to be a Singaporean. (: Really blessed.

Randoms:

It is just amazing how Jurong Point has so many tourists all of a sudden when it is typically flooded with students and foreign workers.

NTU actually has high wires to surround the Youth Olympic Village. It is common sense to have tight security but as a student there, I find it totally amusing to catch that sight of my school.

I caught a glimpse of the YOV entrange. Added on to my amusement of the campus because it looks like those customs you see at airport!

There is a makeshift taxi stand at the basement carpark outside the Business Library block. It totally reminds me of hotel operations! Cos there were volunteers manning the taxi booth!

???????????“????”??????????????????????????????????????????????

????????????????????????????????????

????????

Did Neo’s wife, Kng, do the right thing, by standing by him, despite knowing his affair for a year long? Is it right to attend the press conference where her husband admits his wrongdoings? Mum says women should never tolerate any unfaithful actions by their husbands, especially the first one. It is at the first one that you should be firm and let them know it is absolutely not something that you can accept. Otherwise, you are just creating more opportunities for him to go astray again. When you forgive, is it something good or bad for him? And for us to keep discussing over this scandal, is it the right thing to do? Should we leave some peace for the family? But discussions will lead us to be better understanding of people and ethics.

Out of all parties, I feel most for the kids. Imagine your entire school knows who’s your father. One fine day, he turns out to be someone of public shame. Wow, that kinda awesome day it would be in school. Primary school kids might come to you and say nasty stuff. Older students would talk behind your back. Neither situations are pleasant. Social pressure is one. Emotional blow is another.

When there is so much repercussions involved, why do people still cross that line?

On this very last day. All I want to do, is to leave behind all the sad moments. All the time I feel horrible about missing home. Missing my family. Missing my friends. Missing the good old days. Missing the life I wish for.

I guess most of the exchange students are bittersweet about leaving Copenhagen. I guess I’m the only kid who is purely happy about going home. These 4 months has been an ultimate nightmare. There were so many things to juggle. Learning about living in a foreign place is seriously no easy feat. It’s so tiring to always be keeping a look out for myself. Making sure that I’m safe Making sure I have food. Making sure I don’t freeze to death. Making sure that I am studying. Making sure that I do my laundry. Making sure I still know what’s happening at home. Making sure that I am still learning every single day about little things in life. Making sure I’m happy, we are all happy.

It may sound like it’s all whining to you. But coming from a kid who never had to wash her laundry, to cook her meals, to clean the house, whose only duty is to study and be happy, I believe it’s fair.

I hope the flights gonna be like a wink of eye. I would wake up and find myself in Bangkok, that it would be a super enjoyable last 3 hours on the plane transit home. To where I know I call home. It’s all corny and cheesy. But that’s the simplest and most direct way of putting it across. It’s the place of my roots. The place my family and friends are. The social circle that I can grow and be happy most.

These 4 months have been truly an eye opener. To find out how different Europe is like. How this so called beautiful 4 seasons is totally not awesome at all. How surprising it is to find out that so many countries aren’t as fortunate as Singapore. How amazing the history and mankind can be. And how ugly we can turn into. How people interact when we all come together, not due to a common purpose like running a project or learning something. How blessed we are to be shielded from natural disasters and prospering economically. How Singlish is truly a unique identity of Singaporeans. How I have to speak to make native and non-native English speakers understand and be understood. How it is really not easy to manage a household. How it is a real headache not to know what to cook for the next meal. How heavy groceries can be. How I miss hanging out. How inconvenient it can be out on the streets not to be able to find free toilets. How amazing it is to go on a train without gantries. How most people in the world aren’t as uptight as Singaporeans, they are able to take a step at a step. How important it is to stay true to yourself. How so many so many temptations are out there in the world.

So many things to see. So many things to experience. It’s time to go home. And bring all that I’ve learnt and translate them into being a better kid. To be a real adult. No more wasting of life.

21 and invincible. Here I come.

Most people would say that it’s crazy to stay home all day long. Especially on Christmas when you are on exchange. I don’t really give a shit. Everyone thinks I’m wasting my time at exchange, locking myself in my little room. But I would have missed out on our Christmas celebration at home (: although I didn’t do much, it was still fun when I was asked about my packing status lol. And being laughed at for gaining weight.

The most memorable part was before ending the call after counting down. When I said “Merry Christmas”, I heard this really huge echo (: Thank you all for that this unique Christmas and setting up the cam, com and mike. Guess 5 Zeizei did that! Thanks! (:

Also thank?you?for the very last movie that we watched apart. No more lags. No more recalls. No more boot up you com. No more call drops. No more upload this, download that. Very soon. All very soon. (:

The irony of his fairytakes is that the life of this man is so not like the stories he tell others. His love was never reciprocated. He died as a bachelor. He might have made a name for himself but with not happily ever after. How sad ):

Just as a thought my return is 1 week away, I burned myself -.- best. with my own dinner. (Y) scalded my right thumb.