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08/10/2005
July people
I am a July baby so, here's what July babies are like. Those born in July are:-
Fun to be with. - I'd like to think so.
Secretive. - Not
Difficult to fathom and to be understood. - Last I heard, I am as transparent as glass
Quiet unless excited or tensed. - ALWAYS excited
Takes pride in oneself. - Of course!! Duh....
Has reputation. - What kind of reputation?
Easily consoled. - Oh yeah....buy me a beer and I'll forgive everything.
Honest. - to a fault
Concerned about people's feelings. - Too much
Tactful. Friendly. - Tactful? Eerm, not always. Friendly? That's my name!
Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. - Get lost!
Moody and easily hurt. - OK, I'll admit this one
Witty and sparkly. - How can I be moody and easily hurt and witty and sparkly at the same time? Well, I am witty and sparkly 95% of the time
Not revengeful. - NEVER
Forgiving but never forgets. - What can I say? This is absolutely true. But let me tell you this....this is not a virtue, sometimes.
Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. - Definitely
Caring and loving. - DEFINITELY
Treats others equally. - Well, I do try my best
Strong sense of sympathy. - To a fault
Wary and sharp. - Yup, says it all. I notice things but pretend not to so that I can catch those who are trying to nick me in the butt.
Judges people through observations. - Same as above
Hardworking. - Pant, pant, pant
Loves to be alone. - Absolutely not. I hate to be alone....well, sometimes.
Waits for friends. - I hate waiting
Never looks for friends. - Guilty as charged
Not aggressive unless provoked. - When provoked, becomes maniacal
Loves to be loved. - For sure
Easily hurt but takes long to recover. - actually easily hurt but takes a short time to recover
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07/10/2005
I don't know how to write anymore!
I started buying some small gifts and stationery items for my sponsored child and I have already started writing to him. WRITING. That’s what I mean. I have forgotten how to actually hold a pen or pencil. It’s really awkward. Especially when I write wrongly, I start looking for the ‘delete’ or ‘back’ button. it took me about 15 seconds to remember that I have to actually strike the wrongly written word out.
Even students don’t know how to write anymore. Students carry laptops, palmtops and whatever-tops to college and they type stuff into their personal computers as the lecturer lectures on. And thesis and assignments are no longer written. They are typed and printed!
Come to think about it, I wish I had the kind of privileges the students have now too. And the irony of it….I just punished Joshua, by making him write about 20 over times ‘Don’t Play with the door’. He was playing with the door, slamming the door, locking and unlocking the door together with the kids. I know this is probably not the right way to punish him but this is not the first time he's done this. After repeatedly telling him not to play with the door, he still continues to play with the door. I can't imagine what would happen if one of the other kids' fingers were there. And he locks the door and i know I am a little bit paranoid but what if the lock spoils or if he doesn't know how to open the door.
I don't think my in-laws will like the fact that they have to break down the door to get the kids out.
Sigh.....
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03/10/2005
My mother taught me how to say ‘thank you’
Remember how your mother used to teach you how to say your ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’? Yeah, well, even when you’re no longer in diapers, you still need to say them. No, no, no…I am not going into a lecture about how to mind your manners or use the right fork during a wedding dinner and all that. Not me. I am the kind of person who would use a spade to put soup into my mouth if I had to! So, don’t even ask me about social etiquette over here. I’m the last person to care about all those stupid shenanigans.
I think people who sit with their backs straight as a rod should be shot! Everyone should slouch once in a while. Well, of course, that’s MY opinion but according to some smartass scientist, it’s bad for the backbone. I say, “Why care about backbone? Go cure cancer!”
I am the rudest driver on the planet. I could be in a cheery mood. I could have won a million dollars in lottery today. And yet, when I get behind the wheel, I am like a Highway Bitch, freely flashing my middle finger at everyone behind THEIR wheel. Without my mind’s consent, my body sends signals to my hand and they press against the horn all the time. And my mouth, gosh, “Hoy! Ah Pek, tarik license drive in kampong ok?” (Old man, with paid-for license, you should drive only in secluded areas). I know, I scare myself.
If I was alone in the car, that’s fine. I can swear and curse all I want in the car. But with my kids, they often ask me what is wrong. I honk like crazy and Jared asks me, “What’s wrong, mommy?” and I say lamely, “Oh, that Uncle says hi to me” or “That auntie’s car color is very nice”. Until today, it takes only one person to show me courtesy and all that bitchiness disappears.
I was in the wrong because I came out too early from an intersection. I sat there wondering what to do and the man behind the wheel showed me the palms out sign (as opposed to palms in sign = what in the world is wrong with you?) as in go ahead first. I showed him the same palms out sign in return and all was well. No honking, no swearing, and no cursing.
Man, what a revelation. The devil behind the wheel has been tamed!
And all it took was one civilized person on the road to show courtesy. All I want to say in this blog entry is that when you do good onto others, you often receive the same (if not more) in return. All horrendous drivers in this world become horrendous because they have been exposed to a lot of horrendous drivers.
So, if we had more good mannered drivers on the road, we will have more well mannered drivers on the road, don’t you think?
That’s what I THINK, anyway. So, let’s start with me….tomorrow.
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