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[ In MotioN ]great minds think alike; fools seldom differ. July 02 Hey.I'm leaving soon.
Funny how I've looked forward to this for 17 long years, and now when the reality that the little conveniences I always took for granted will no longer be there sinks in, I feel a tad less enthusiasic. =P
*shrugs* Can't be worse than what I'll eventually face in Form 6. xD June 28 Bureaucracy. XD
June 25 Beyond ecstasy.Today, 2 years later, I found out that that cynical angmoh judge, the Simon Cowell of the panel, thought that I, May Yap, should have gotten first place in the inter-school Public Speaking Competition 2007. (I got third that year. Because the other two judges didn't like me that much, apparently.) I am beyond ecstatic. =P June 13 EYM Camp 2009 Yeah, I decided to put off an update about the EYM Camp until I finished my homework (long, depressing story there, so don't ask), but found out that homework can be completed real fast, provided you have no idea how to solve certain maths questions and have no colour pencils to colour the PA graph. And that my Bio teacher has already printed out the Bio assignment for me, but since I didn't go for extra class, I didn't get it and I can't do it IF I haven't gotten it, now can I? Hehehe. So, camp. This year's youth camp was absolutely remarkably miraculous - for the simple reason that I didn't get a single bite. Not a single MOSQUITO/SANDFLY/COCKROACH bite. Cockroaches don't bite? Oh okay never mind. Point is, I was left unharmed. =P Absolutely miraculous. =D Now where do I start? Well, my team consisted of Caryn (group leader), Kevin Robin ( ass. group leader), Disney Jaboh (GI Joe), Mark (for three consecutive years he was put into the same team as me), Nathan Rose(the blonde hair blue-eyed heart-throb =P), Emmylyn (the future lawyer) and me (group advisor). Our group name was He-Man, and yes, I do feel much more manly now. xD In a nutshell, the camp was a blast. The games were REALLY fun because they weren't all physically taxing, and these were new games that we had never played before. Like Battleship, in which the two teams would be hidden from each other by a few cloth sheets. Water balloons would come flying over and we had to stay where we originally positioned ourselves. Talk about suspense. Props to the game master, Daniel Rose (I asked him if he was a brunette, but he said his hair colour was more brown, so I called him a brownie). =D On a more serious note, Uncle Louis Rose did a wonderful job of expounding on the different types/motives of/barriers to prayer and helped us see things from a different perspective. Before every session, we had half an hour of "Heart To Heart" to commune with God and prepare ourselves for the session. I thought that was a really great idea, it totally made the atmosphere more conducive and in line with the 'Prayer' theme. Aiyah I'm feeling too lazy to resume this post. Next time lah. XD June 04 My Passion Type. Hmm.Your Passion Type ![]() You define passion for yourselfKey Traits: self-effacing, no-nonsense, outgoing, active, private, selective. You're big on "chemistry." You either share it with someone or you don't, and there's no in between. Others can really tell you have a zest for life. As a result of this, you tend to be outgoing and friendly in social settings and many would consider you the life of the party. Deep down inside though, you're actually very reserved when it comes to your true feelings. With the right person or situation, the real romantic in you starts to emerge. You don't appreciate huge public displays of affection. When you're really into someone, you prefer your feelings to be kept just between you two, as it is more special that way. It's that significant person in your life who truly knows just how passionate you can be. As for every one else, well, what they don't know can't hurt them. They deduced all this by the pictures I selected?! I'm impressed. xD May 29 HolesAt long last, the weekend is here. I'm so glad my cells get to respire at least once a week. =P
I went on strike the other day and decided not to do my chem homework for once. And what do you know, the very next day my chem teacher gave us a pop quiz of sorts, and I flunked chemistry for the first time in my entire life. I think life has a way of scaring me into doing my homework. xD But never mind, I redeemed myself today and got called a genius/weirdo by my chem teacher after I solved a particular equation with the help of my reference book. Which also means I'm neither a genius nor a weirdo - I just happen to know how to reverse equations. Yealah, I was embarrassed by the fuss she made over me. =P
Enough about school. I know everyone wants to know about my birthday (RIGGGGGHHHHT). Well, this year, I got some piercings to commemorate my birthday. Before Nisha gets overly excited about that (she tried to persuade me to get ear piercings on my birthday two years ago), allow me to clarify what I mean. I didn't get ear piercings. I got needles stuck into me and donated my blood instead. =P And signed away all my organs. Muahahahahaha.
Anyway, I have four holes distributed evenly on my two arms now. On my left arm, there is a large green-bluish discolourisation surrounding the two tiny holes. To be honest, it's not just green-blue in colour. If I had to assess it the way I would a chromatogram, there would be at least six distinct colours within that patch. Blue, green, green-blue, red, yellow and black. Ouch. Uh huh, something went wrong. The man said it was 'cause my veins are tiny and my blood experienced a traffic jam (not his exact words) on the way out. So they had to stick another two needles into my right arm. Future blood donors, do not be alarmed. Not everyone will end up like me. =P
I feel so redundant because I'm an AB+ and nobody needs that kinda blood. If only I was an O. But what to do, the kiamsiapness is in my blood. xD Well, at least I'm special, not many people have AB blood type. (Look, a girl is permitted to console herself. *glares*)
Bloody woes aside, I had a surprisingly pleasant birthday, because I had zero expectations of presents and whatnot. I never make a fuss over my birthday anyway, I only demand no house chores and provocations for one day. =P My friends, however - even though scattered to the furthest ends of the earth - had different ideas. I received quite a few shiny things, and amusingly, two identical presents from different givers. Plus a whole lot of birthday wishes and love. Even the hospital staff gave me some soft-boiled eggs and Milo in place of a birthday cake. (Okay fine, everyone gets that after they donate blood. Now you know what you have to do to get free food, aye? =P) Thanks, guys. You know who you are. =)
I feel so special. =D
HAH, and my blood type is better than yours. *smug look*
Okay fine, it isn't. Hmph. May 22 Ah, my youth is past me!Today, I found out that I was no longer a "remaja" by my PA teacher's definition of that word.
Apparently you need to be really confused mentally, physically and emotionally to be defined as a "remaja". If I have passed that phase, am able to state my goals, the challenges I will have to overcome, what steps I will take to overcome them and basically handle myself, I am no longer a "remaja". That is one way of defining the word "remaja". But it does make me wonder how many people can be rightfully considered adults/senior citizens, because personality dictates that everyone is irrational and confused to a CERTAIN degree, no matter how old they are (although they wouldn't like to admit it). What about the "inner child" everyone's supposed to have? =P
And according to international law with clearly defined boundaries, I am no longer a "remaja" by my 18th birthday, which is due in 3 days. This also means that if I commit any crime after my 18th birthday, I'll be charged under the REAL court ( fine, I forgot what the term was for that particular court ). Not the Juvenile Court which believes in second chances and doesn't sentence you to prison unless you're guilty of first-degree murder or something equally dramatic.
My friends, upon hearing this, began to urge me to commit as many crimes as possible within these three days before the 25th, because after that I'll never get charged under the Juvenile Court, and therefore have no second chances any longer. =P
So, murder, robbery, kidnapping or drug dealing, which shall it be? *rubs hands in glee* (By the way, committing suicide is also a crime. I wonder who the police are going to press charges against in a suicide case. Hehe.)
I think I'll just stick to not handing in my homework for the time being. That's a crime, right? xD May 19 Fed UpAfter being a good student for 13 years, I think I'm quite sick of that already.
So if you see me not taking down notes when the rest of the class is, you'll know why. ( I don't even know why people take notes when the textbook has all the notes in systematic order, tidy font and coloured illustrations. As if the haphazard scribbles the teacher jots down on the blackboard could be any better than that. =P)
And if you see me wasting my free periods in class instead of using it to do something productive, ie MATHS HOMEWORK, you'll know why.
You won't have to ask me why I don't take the initiative to volunteer for any class duties, since you already know that I'm sick and tired of being a model student. It's tiring. xD
Quoting Jia Wern : You got the hang of this rebellion thing pretty late. xD
But for all my resistance, I still found myself handing in the first Bio assignment within 2 hours of its being emailed to us. I still finish all my homework instead of procrastinating. I still helped to spruce up the classroom. And I still volunteered to buy two sheets of mahjong paper to cover up an ugly, damaged notice board.
Old habits die hard. =.= May 16 Judas Asparagus.[Those of you who know your Bible well, you'll get the humour. =P Those of you who aren't Christians/don't know your Bible well, this is blasphemy, do not continue reading. XD] A child was asked to write a book report on the entire Bible.
The End. May 09 Snapshots of the PartyLamest joke I've heard this week.
Wui Siong : I see a lot of virgins at The Spring.
The rest : What? How would you know they're virgins?
Wui Siong : Neh, the olive oil. Got EXTRA virgin summore.
The rest : ...
WUI SIONG'S SO CUTE!! ( added in by his request xD)
Most profound revelation I've had this week.
Fabian : It's more advantageous for guys to go to F6 (compared to college). Because then they can have a selection of girls, from F4 or F5.
The rest : ?! Is that all you think about?
Most educational thing I've learnt this week.
Ing Thian : (on laptops) Toshiba is really powerful. Since they manufacture air-cons and televisions, when they manufacture laptops, you can feel the power.
May : So when you turn on the Toshiba laptop, you feel like the air-con's blowing at you?
Ing Thian : Siao ah you.
This is what happens when you have an almost non-existent social life. =P And I just realized how important it is to have geeky gamer friends - they know EVERYTHING about laptops that there is to know. I'm thinking of dragging them along if I ever need to get myself one, so the com salesperson won't be able to con me into confusion by using all that computer jargon. Haha.
'Cause yes, I'm technology-illiterate and the only RAM I know of is the adult male sheep. =P May 04 I don't know.There are some days that everything just goes right and you're on the top of the world looking down on creation. =P
Only yesterday wasn't one of those days. =/
I haven't rambled for a long time in this blog, and my second nature is to organize everything I write. I don't even know if I'm capable of rambling anymore. But it would be nice to throw disorganized, random sentences in a whole paragraph and work through my thoughts that way.
See? I'm doing it again. Who on EARTH discusses whether or not to ramble so logically? Ugh. At my best, I'm intensely practical. And at my worst, I'm intensely practical. I'm such a failure.
Yes, I have days that I feel insecure and particularly indecisive. I am capable of feeling lost and confused. A war rages on within me, an inner conflict that seems unending. One thing is getting clearer and clearer to me, though. I am still very much concerned with what others think of me, I still hunger for approval and praise, I still need to know that I am worth something in the eyes of the world, I place so much value on my image, I still feel the need to please everyone. And when my ego is at stake, I find myself paralyzed because nothing I do CAN please everyone, simply because everyone is different. Even God seems silent sometimes.
But, the worst part is still the cognitive dissonance.
I am hoping that this phase of life will pass - and soon. April 30 Tagged by Evon...who was tagged by Adeline, who was tagged by Jessie, who was tagged by I-dunnoe-who. Haven't done a tag in ages, so here goes. =P
Important things in your life:
Theology
You, you, you and you and you and you and you. xD Feel free to imagine yourself as one of the 'you's if you want to.
Mophie ophie kooky mookie fluffy doggie!
The smell of freshly sunned pillowcases (yes, I know I'm random)
Junk food *oops, that slipped out*
Laughter and the equally laughable people who make me laugh. =P
Uhhh...what else...transparent bra straps?
What is the last thing you bought with your own money:
Sorry to pop ya bubble, dearie, but I don't own no money. All expenses covered by parents. =P And the last thing I bought (with my parents' money)? Tomato bihun lunch. =P
What is your dream place for your wedding?
Boy, is this random. Trying to catch me off-guard, eh? Well, if I tell you, you'll have to marry me. Deal? xD
How long is your relationship with your soulmate?
Um, lemme see. 5, 6 years? Right, Amy?
Are you in love?
HAH. Finally got to the point, didn't you? Well yes, I am in love. Ask my mophie offie if you don't believe me. HMPH. She loves me too, by the way. =P
Where is the last restaurant you went to for dinner?
That one behind Secret Recipe which is located across the road from what formerly was Upwell downtown. Go figure. =P
Last book you bought:
Probably some random notebook. No idea.
What is your full name?
May Yap Ai Quan. Do you want my IC number, gender, blood type and parents' wages as well?
Who are you more comfortable with? Mum or dad?
Depends on the subject. xD
Name the person you want to meet most in your life:
Barney.
...I'm kidding. =P
Do you wash your clothes alone?
?! Am I supposed to wash them in pairs?
The place you want to go the most:
HAHA. Neh, over there. xD
Kiss or hug?
Both, please. =P Do I even have to ASK?
Words that always come out of your mouth:
SERIOUSLY?
..if you get what I mean.
AS IF.
You have no idea.
Rennnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~
8 books you have read:
(please gimme a break, I need a Kit Kat.)
8 songs you hear the most:
Whatever's playing at the nearest supermarket. =P April 27 Mine inheritance.There's a certain timeless beauty in hymns of old that you just can't find in Hillsongs or Planetshakers albums.
This is one of my favourites.
Be Thou My Vision
Be Thou my Vision, O Lord of my heart; Be Thou my Wisdom, and Thou my true Word; Be Thou my battle shield, sword for the fight; Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise, High King of Heaven, my victory won, Those who want to listen to the song, click here. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, Thou mine inheritance, now and always. Thou mine inheritance, now and always. =) April 20 WIDE 101... was fantastic. ABSOLUTELY SUPERLY DUPERLY AWESOMELY WONDERFULLY FANTASTIC. How often do you find me using adjectives like that? =) I'm not good at covering events, though, and I don't have photos to substantiate my claims, but my sis has already covered that event from her pov, so I guess I'll just link ya'all to her blog, while I sit back, goyang kaki, and ENCOURAGE EVERYONE ELSE WHO MISSED OUT THIS TIME TO JOIN IF EVER THERE'S A NEXT TIME! YOU GUYS SERIOUSLY IRIOUSLY IRIOUSLY MISSSSSSEEEEEDDDD OUT on one of the most ESSENTIAL training courses in Christianity! I mean, for those of you who went for the BGR talk by Ps Victor and Ps Kelly...just imagine having that session for one night and one whole day, only replace the BGR topic with solid doctrines that every true Christian should know and fun icebreakers and fun dances. =P There wasn't a SINGLE boring moment there, and I learnt so much in a matter of a few hours. AND we actually went to places like Boulevard/The Spring/General Hospital/Saberkas/Waterfront to talk to ABSOLUTE strangers and tell them our personal testimony. Yes, it might sound daunting, but for us who've survived and are still intact after approaching random strangers, we'll tell you that this is one experience you HAVE to have. I'm telling you, YOU HAVE TO GO the next time. You simply have to. =P Just like if I try to describe the taste of Teh-C-Peng 5 Layer to you, you can never truly get it until you take a sip. So take a sip. You won't regret it. =) April 15 The loneliness seeps through.Amy left for Aimst this morning.
The reality of not having my best friend staying a mere 800m from my house hasn't quite sunk in yet. No more spontaneous outings, 'study' dates, long chats or visits 'just because'. My last short-distance close friendship has officially turned long-distance. I guess it's going to be cyber communication from now on, and good thing I have lots of practice already, thanks to certain people.
In a way, this has made be realize how much of a loner I truly am. All my closest friends are far away from me, connected to me by only the internet. Jia Wern. Eddie. Rachelle. Amy. Out of the four, only three communicate with me with any sort of regularity. (Guess the culprit who doesn't stay in touch. =P) I'm not much of an extrovert, and will never fully become one. These few people know me very well, and are my 'give and take' friends, meaning the support provided is mutual and two-way. Not to say that other friends don't provide support - it's just that all too often I find myself more on the giving than receiving side with others. I don't mind it that way, and deep inside I acknowledge that I'd much rather care for others than to actually depend on them. The few I mentioned, however, I am capable of drawing my strength and inspiration from. Because my true sources of support are so few, the departure of yet another one leaves a noticeable hollowness in my heart.
Amy was the one who actually watched me grow and develop through the rough adolescent and teenage years. 15 April 2009 will be the point when we start going our separate ways into separate fields, perhaps even ending up on separate continents in the near future. No more studying together to face the same subjects and teachers. Our lives will be vastly different, with hardly any connecting links. The change is rather unnerving.
Oh, I have ways of consoling myself, and I do employ them to the best of my ability. I try every so often to see the brighter side of things - perhaps with her leaving, I'll be forced to step out of my comfort zone and make more friends to depend on. Maybe it's time to start anew. Maybe for all my pessimism, there will be others who can understand me, and more importantly, actually identify with my sentiments. If all else fails, I can always bury myself in all sorts of activities and plans to keep myself occupied, leaving no room for self-pity. I can reach out more and give more of myself to others. But at the end of the day, I'd truly like a close friend to be there in the flesh for me. At least one.
And this is one of the many times I wish I had the EQ of a guy.
[Author's note : I'm not being overly dependent or clingy. I really don't have many close friends, practically none short-distance, in fact, and that's why every friendship matters a lot.] April 13 School matters. Pun! xDI've been in school for 13 years already, and probably will continue on for another 2 years. The kindy I attended was the big chinese one at 7th Mile (no wonder I'm demented, right?), my primary school years were spent in SJK Chung Hua Sg Lubak(which 99.9% of you readers don't even know exists because it's a "rural" school situated in an obscure place), and my secondary school life was experienced in SMK Jalan Arang. SMK Batu Lintang will probably host my next graduation ceremony, but that's not really the point.
The point is, how many names in the above paragraph are well-known? [Exception : SMK BL doesn't count because I haven't studied there YET.] None, as far as I know. I'll never have the privilege of telling someone else that I went to St Teresa or St Joseph (HAHAHA I did that once just to shock Pastor Wilfred who stared at me and asked if I was a guy) or some prestigious school that people immediately recognize at the mention of half the name. Most conversations go like these :
XX: So which school are you from?
May: SMK Jalan Arang.
XX: Oh. Arang Road.
Both of us : *nothing else to say* *crickets chirp in the background*
But, if you ask me, I can truthfully tell you that I don't mind at all. I don't mind my glamour-less school background - in fact, I can appreciate coming from such a background. My parents always sent us kids to the nearest school available for convenience. Living near a school does make life much easier when it comes to transport affairs and co-curricular activities. Miss the bus? Just walk home lor. Parents have urgent stuff to attend to? Just walk home lor. Save petrol, save money and save the environment some more. =P
Some parents send their kids to prestigious schools because schools like that offer their children more chance of participating in competitions and activities that not-so-prestigious schools can't organize/take part in due to the lack of talents. I can see the point in doing that, because it is true that a school like mine will never go far in english debate competitions and the like. It is positively impossible to find people who can both speak english fluently AND don't suffer from stage fright in a predominantly chinese-educated population. But we do have an advantage when it comes to chinese-related activities. =P I digress, though. Another thing I wanted to point out was, due to the lack of talents, I got many opportunities I would never have gotten otherwise. If I were placed in St Teresa, I doubt I'd have had the opportunity to represent my school in public speaking competitions, simply because there are so many others who can do public speaking in english effortlessly. Because I came from a rural primary school and was the only one in my class who could speak English fluently (and also had the benefit of parents who did public speaking on a daily basis as teachers), I was the ONLY choice for my headmaster. So, one-on-one, he honed and developed my skill in public speaking. Since then, I have developed my own style of public speaking, but I still thank him for detecting my potential. And now I can say, with equal right and equal pride, that I am not sub-standard to those who represent prestigious schools. I know I can do public speaking well enough. Not because of my own ability, but because God gave me this gift and a chance to develop it.
Honestly speaking, I would not have been able to obtain as many interschool competition certificates had I gone to some other prestigious school with plenty of outstanding, gifted students. I'm not using this reason to encourage parents to send their children to the lousiest schools possible - all I'm saying is, there are advantages and benefits to sending your children to ordinary, unpopular schools like mine.
Some parents want the best education possible for their kids, and that is their primary motive for sending their kids to prestigious schools. This is true to a certain extent - the competition there will definitely be fiercer because you're competing against rivals with quality aka the cream of the crop. This can, to a certain extent, spur one on to greater heights (the power of the kiasuness is exponential). However, to claim that teachers in prestigious schools can teach/perform better in class is not entirely true. As long as the school is a government school and not a private institution, good teachers and bad teachers will be distributed more or less equally. In my form 5 year, I had some pretty neat teachers. One of the best taught us Moral and breathed life into that unreasonable subject. How is that even possible? Ask her. =) My dad once claimed that we might very well have the best science and maths team (of teachers in public schools) in the whole of Kuching. I believe him, because we have very experienced teachers who work hard and set high standards, not just for us students, but for themselves. They were so good that we whined because they were so demanding. =P Of course, we had our share of bad teachers too. For instance, the language panel in our school is...um...ah well, dunnid say lar. SMKJA DOES have good language teachers, just very few.
The thing is, a good education isn't obtained by merely spoon-feeding students information. It isn't possible to score well by just paying attention in class and not do revision/homework or anything extra (unless teachers directly give tips to exams - then maybe that's possible, but is that really called learning?). Those who say they can OBVIOUSLY go for tuition (where they have homework AND assignments as well to complete), so that point is moot. We can depend on teachers to a certain degree, but ask most high achievers, and they will tell you that they study hard as well. Those who claim they don't are lying. =P Unless you're talking about UPSR level, then oookkkaaayyy, fragment of truth there. xD My parents always tell us that the real difference lies within the student, not the school he/she is put in. As long as you're willing to work hard and know how to study smart, you can do well. Very few can learn 100%. But is 100% necessary to score an A1? A 97% or 88% is also an A1. Going to St Teresa doesn't guarantee that my 88% can turn into a 100% anyway.
So you see, it doesn't quite matter which school you come from. Whether or not you're a better person depends a lot on other factors, not just school. I don't view others as 'higher' than I am because they come from prestigious schools. At the end of the day, we're still students, we're still humans, and we all have our unique personalities and talents. Why must St Jo be better than St Thom? =P (Oi, neutral statement here, no flying rotten tomatoes please, I have nothing against Josephians.) Why compare?
...Unless you're from Lodge.
Kidding! =P April 09 Growing up.I'm constantly hungry nowadays. Very uncanny for a girl like me who should be able to survive on one Zip wafer and one mug of tea for breakfast every morning. Oh, and I still lead a very sedentary life - no gym visits to tone up my abs or similar stuff that might explain away my voracious appetite. (Subjective adjective here. "Voracious" in relation to MY personal eating habits)
I'm sleeping more or less 3 hours in the afternoon regularly, as compared to the 1.5 hours I used to be able to survive on (and the none I used to be able to survive on during SPM and the months after that).
Based on the facts above, I should be gaining weight like a piggy getting fattened up for a banquet. But no, I've actually lost weight over the past few months (or weeks? never actually checked) despite leading a stress-free life with only the barest minimum of my new best friend, STPM Mathematics (cue horror movie theme).
Is it POSSIBLE to have a growth spurt at this age? Defies everything I know about Biology and the female body. xD I quote Amy : You're lagging. I KNOW! I'm supposed to reach a plateau at MY age. Actually, I thought that plateau was reached a few years ago when I stopped growing and ended up only this tall. =P
Hmm. A growth spurt sideways would DEFINITELY be unattractive. Hopefully it's upwards, IF it IS, in fact, a growth spurt and not just a crazy craving for food. =P
A note to readers/followers of this blog, I have been rebitten by the blogging bug. At the moment, there's this topic I've been thinking about blogging on.
...I just can't put it in an orderly manner yet. Incoherent, disorganized thoughts aren't good for intellectual stuff. Maybe one of these days, when I'm motivated enough to start on it. =P Till then, take care. April 03 HomicidalIf yet another person was to say "You have so much potential in you, you should maximize it" to me, my lips would tighten and I would shrug in a dismissive gesture, smiling, but inside I'll start steaming like those fat round things that KFC always depict in their ads. You know, that thing with the Colonel's face on it. That red and white thing.
But I'm too polite to show that, so people think it's very safe to push me around, to try to convince me that their way of thinking is right, that they know what's best for me, and that I'll thank them someday, if not today. And we're not even talking about my PARENTS. When I try to be realistic, they think I'm looking down on my super talented, indispensable, wonderful, amazing, geniusy, give-employers-a-run-for-their-money self. Yeah.
Excuse me. Low self-esteem? Excuse me. I have a problem with pride already as it is. (And don't laugh condescendingly, EVERYONE has a problem with pride - once you think you're free from it, that's when you can be sure you've got it.)
My reply at the moment?
.
(Hey, that full-stop sums up how I feel pretty well.)
God, You open doors, You close them too. I'm tired of defending this calling. I don't even know if it's a calling anymore, with people attacking it on all sides. You be my defender. You be my spokesman. I'm tired. Do what You think is best for me. You've led me this far and You will lead me for the rest of my life. I put my trust in You, for You are a faithful God. Not my will, but Yours be done. Amen.
I'll end this on a hopeful note. =)
Because He lives, I can face tomorrow, Because He lives, all fear is gone; Because I know, I know He holds the future, And life is worth the living, Just because He lives. April 01 Now where do I apply? =PSituation Vacant
Position
Mother, Mom, Mama
Job Description
Long-term team players needed for challenging permanent work in an often chaotic environment.
Candidates must possess excellent communication and organisational skills and be willing to work variable hours which will include evenings and weekends and frequent 24-hour shifts on call.
Some overnight travel required, including trips to primitive camping sites on rainy weekends and endless sports tournaments in faraway cities. Travel expenses not reimbursed. Extensive courier duties also required.
Responsibilities
The rest of your life. Must be willing to be hated, at least temporarily...until someone needs ten ringgit.
Must be willing to bite tongue repeatedly. Also, must possess the physical stamina of a pack mule and be able to go from zero to 100 kph in three seconds flat in case, this time, the screams from the backyard are not someone just crying wolf.
Must be willing to face stimulating technical challenges, such as small gadget repair, mysteriously sluggish toilets and stuck zippers.
Must screen phone calls, maintain calenders and coordinate production of multiple homework projects.
Must have ability to plan and organise social gatherings for clients of all ages and mental outlooks.
Must be willing to be indispensable one minute, and an embarrassment the next.
Must handle assembly and product safety testing of a half million cheap, plastic toys, and battery-operated devices.
Must always hope for the best but be prepared for the worst.
Must assume final, complete accountability for the quality of the end product.
Responsibilities also include floor maintenance and janitorial work throughout the facility.
Possibility for advancement and promotion
Virtually none. Your job is to remain in the same position for years, without complaining, constantly retraining and updating your skills, so that those in your charge can ultimately surpass you.
Previous experience
None required unfortunately. On-the-job training offered on a continually exhausting basis.
Wages and compensation
Get this! You pay them! Offering frequent raises and bonuses. A balloon payment is due when they turn 18 because of the assumption that college will help them become financially independent. When you die, you give them whatever is left. The oddest thing about this reverse-salary scheme is that you actually enjoy it and wish you could only do more.
Benefits
While no health or dental insurance, no pension, no tuition reimbursement, no paid holidays and no stock options are offered, this job supplies limitless opportunities for personal growth and free hugs for life if you play your cards right.
Source : He Who Laughs, Lasts! - David Tong & Cheryl Tong March 25 Don't say I didn't try to help. =PThere are times I wonder why God made guys and girls so different. It can be very FERUSTRAIGHTING, and I'm sure I'm not the only person who feels this way. xD Below is an excerpt from a conversation I had with an agitated Eddie last night.
(After a lengthy explanation on why girls say the things they say...)
Eddie : Why don't I get girlfriends like you?!
May : Don't think I'm so understanding.
Eddie : You should preach to all the girls out there. So that the world can be a better place for poor guys like me.
Eddie : Maybe I should really "set apart girls" and try guys. I mean, since we know ourselves and stuff.
Oh well. I'm actually inclined to agree with him. HAHA kidding kidding. But wouldn't that be easier, really? After all, girls definitely know how to please girls...guys definitely know how to ple-*trails off into an unintelligible mumble*
Anyway, as with all problems, the universal solution is...THE INTERNET! Yours truly actually googled up some stuff on what girls want guys to know. If you're a guy and you're at this very moment grumbling about the gender bias, then you're very welcome to google up what GUYS want girls to know and post it on your blog. We could all use the help, gracias mi amigo.
Anyway, links are here, here and here. To the guys out there, do not generalise. Not every girl thinks a real man should be driving a manual car. For instance, I don't care what gear the car has as long as the driver is the right person (and he brings me back in one piece to my parents). xD We're all unique beings with our own unique preferences, so when in doubt, ask (your girlfriend/significant other lah, duh, not ME). But I can safely say that MOST of what is said in those articles are quite true. =)
Hope this helps all the poor, suffering males out there. Hehe. One last piece of advice to the guys : Don't try to understand us, you never will. =P But do your best to be accommodating, and the effort will count for something.
Okay, this will be rather unfair if it's only one-sided. So, to the GIRLS out there, do try to give your boyfriend a break every once in a while lah. Compromise is the key.
...And to dearest May, please practise what you preach. xD |
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