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April 30 A very good morning to.. Aargh."A very good morning to.." "A very good morning to.." "A very good morning to.." AAAARGH. Sien. I don't know how many times I've repeated the same line over and over again, trying to get just the perfect intonation. Perfectionist, perfectionist. I know. I know my script by heart (not amazing, since that's required anyway), and that's kinda sickening. Repetition can be boring. Really really boring. But still. I brought this upon myself, and I can be, yes, in the very sense of the word, ambitious. So I might as well stop whining. I'm used to this mundane part of speechifying anyway. Hehe. The current problem I'm facing now, is the time limit. I am over the time limit! 6 minutes plus. *sigh* I guess I'd be able to squeeze through if I just go a little faster. Not that that's a problem for me, I usually speak at a high speed of I don't know what, 200 wpm? When I'm excited about something, perhaps 250 wpm. The problem is the judges. xD And the audience. My speech won't be clear if I speak like a machine gun. Duh. Neither would it give others a good impression. Dad said that people who speak as fast as I normally do give others the impression that they are nervous. Hey, I'm not nervous. I'm just animated, energetic, expressive and any other similar adjective you can think of. xD Even when Eddie heard me giving a speech for the first time last year, he wasn't really used to the idea that I could speak slowly and clearly. Yeah. But impressions ARE impressions. And impressions are important. Especially in competitions. Alright, back to my script. A very good morning to... April 28 Enough said.Stop giving me grief! You’ve been leading me on these past few months, and I believed with all my heart that you would change for the better. Yet you never did. You attached yourself to me and I couldn’t help being emotionally attached to you as well. You even broke my heart a few times, leaving open wounds and scars that never left even after the wounds healed.
Even the saleslady who saw us together that day thought that I had a problem. Can’t you see how we do not go together? You seem to enjoy tormenting me, because you know I can’t help but to endure everything in silence. People stare at you when they see us together. That seriously makes me uncomfortable. I'm so tired of explaining whenever anybody asks about us. I don't even know what's our status anymore. Attached forever? And you know very well, don’t you? Don’t you?!
P/s I’m merely ranting about those sand-fly bites that have been attached to me for the past month or so. For a person who’s enjoyed a perfect, fair complexion in her entire life so far, it’s really a torture having to go through this. xD April 26 Candid snapshots!Lol, lol and you guessed it right, LOL!
The past few days have been really interesting. Now if anyone asks for proof, here it is. XD
Golden quotes by the gentlemanly Mr Bryan Hon :
"A very good morning to the girl who broke my heart...and to the others...who didn't break my heart." [On the mock debate motion : XX is better than Bryan. Bryan played the Prime Minister, despite the fact that his heart was "shattering". Oh, and the "girl" was me. We were fooling around during lunchtime.XD ]
"And now I shall proceed to tell you the number of ways XX is better than me. He is better than me in...seven hundred and...and ninety-two ways! Seven. Hundred. And. Ninety. Two. is a big number." [On the very same motion. To which I, as the Opposition Leader replied, " The PM is mislead. Actually, XX is only better in...700 ways. As you can see, the PM's credibility is now diminished because he was not accurate in his calculations.]
" No, no! You're just as bad as that Bryan guy!" [Scolding Kelvin (the timekeeper) when he was told his time was up already.]
"Hey, I shook that guy's hand just now hoh. I should have CRUSHED it." [talking about that guy who got the Best Speaker Award for the quarterfinals when we lost.]
"I wanna kick his ass now more than XX!" [A really bad case of jealousy, as you can see. XX's identity will be protected for obvious reasons. XD.]
We had tonnes of fun and laughed all the way. In fact, I'm quite sure we were the team who had the most fun in this competition. Lol. The memories created were lovely. We'll never forget the spontaneous, humorous and sweet Bryan even after he goes off to Australia.
I'm too lazy to describe other interesting happenings. All I know is, I'll never forget these few days.
April 23 I'm feeling nice today.Blessed are they who happen upon my blog today, for they shall get an argument. xD
As yours truly is in a particularly generous mood, I shall now proceed to give away one argument for the preliminary first round, in which the motion is : Co-curricular activities are a burden to students.
My team has nothing to lose, since we're skipping the first round anyway. xD Hence the generosity. Well, to the promised argument : May I ask what on earth are you doing here if you think co-curricular activities are a burden to students? Debate, is a co-curricular activity.
[note to lucky reader : this argument only works if you're on the opposition team. Do not try this if you're on the government team. *all highlighted words are supposed to be emphasized with a pause after each for full effect.*]
I think this should be effective enough to shut the government team up. For some time anyway.
For the government team, I'm sorry. I can't even rebut that point myself. xD
April 17 inspiration strikes.Forget that self-declared hiatus. Stuff like that take a back seat to inspiration.
I Missed. You placed the key to your heart In my hands. I laughed it away in disbelief, Breaking your heart. It tore us apart, And you closed up.
Why didn't you say anything? If only you did. I dared not tell But I too loved you. You never knew.
As I taught you how to cry, You taught my heart how to bleed. -May- April 13 The Prime Minister's life.This is going to be my last entry for some time. Seriously, I shouldn't even be onlining now with 6 debate scripts to prepare in two days. 6 essays. o.0
Not mentioning the normal homework, housechores and studying to be done. Fortunately my BM oral assessment and BK National Postal Quiz is over and done with. Only, I still have a PM group project to be done sometime soon, and I don't think I'll have any time to spare for that. Nevermind, a quick and lousy job would do.
Perhaps I'll scratch that "studying". My public-speaking competition is on the 3rd May anyway, which is the first day of the exam. How WUNDERFUL. Besides, I also have the job of the assistant editor for the English section of the magazine, and guess what? This month is Bulan Bahasa and the English Essay Competition results are coming out! On the 24th April, no less. Just when I'm away for the debate competition. By the time I get back, hopefully the typists would have finished the scripts already. I won't expect it though, because it's obviously not the right time to be typing magazine stuff. Besides the exam, there's also this prefect camp thing which they (the typists) are going to have to attend.
Guess what the deadline for editing is? Before the 25th May, which would be the last day of school for this semester.
What a beautifully-filled schedule. I guess I'll just have to fail add math this time. Either that, or the rest of my subjects. April 10 Heads up, people!
So You Think You Know All About Drama?
This April, the ISCF and YCS of SMKJA combined proudly presents THE COVENANT PLAYERS flown in all the way from Australia
who will be conducting a drama workshop for all interested students of SMKJA
Time: 12:30 p.m. - 1:30 p.m.
Venue: 5 Atom
Entry Fee: Free
For more details, please contact Fam Tze Mae (5 Kristal) or May Yap (4 Atom). April 08 Battle of the Sexes?I am all for gender equality.
I don't get people who actually think girls are smarter/more mature than guys. I think this myth came about because of those years of suppressing or denying of women's rights. So, since it's the modern age, why not get back at men by constantly cracking sexist jokes and spreading propaganda about how women are actually worthier than men?
What a mindset.
So you ask me, what makes me think that we, meaning both sexes, are equal? For one, how can you say girls are smarter than guys? It's been proven that girls and guys do better in different areas, girls in linguistics and guys in math and science. How do you compare that? You can't count by marks in exams either. There are so many different types of intelligences : spatial intelligence, bodily-kinesthetic intelligence, just to name a few.
Let's just say that interest counts. Girls are naturally more compliant and adapt to the fact that theory studying is important. Guys might be more interested and thus better in mechanics and physical education. It would be rather unfair to judge who is smarter by scores on paper.
Alright, what about maturity? If you approach this topic from the point of emotional quotient, I suppose you'd say that girls tend to be smarter because they are more in touch with emotions. There's such a thing as intuition. That's one point.
Only that girls can also be really catty (bitchy isn't the best word to use, since female dogs aren't that bad) and petty at times. Just for your info, I'm not excluding myself in saying this. And in my opinion, if one doesn't have control over his/her negative feeings and allows them to control one instead, you aren't acting, or rather, being mature. Just take a look at bloggers like Xiaxue and May Zhee. Walaoeh. One wonders how much more catty a girl can get. I'm not trying to defame them (not that it would work anyway, they're popular award-winning bloggers) but examples can help to reiterate one's point. Even Kenny Sia can't measure up to them in terms of being nasty and worked up over the most insignificant issues.
In this context, guys are better at managing their emotions and don't lose as much energy on emotions. Of course they FEEL too (mostly anger), but generally speaking, as the more left-brain-dominant species, they are more logical and less emotional. Part of the reason why guys forget so much is because they just couldn't care less. Here's an example :
May : Eddie, I forgive, but I never forget.
Eddie : Wah, so good. You know what? I NEVER FORGIVE. But I always forget.
xD
On the other hand, I am not justifying the male ego. I don't think guys are better than girls either. Girls are better in certain areas, and guys are better in others, but that doesn't make girls the smarter species by default. I simply support the fact that if God created both males and females with different personalities, there must be a reason - and the reason is for both of them to be interdependant and complement each other. If one was too good for the other, what's the whole point?
In conclusion, we are all equal. And unlike what the pigs in Animal Farm added, none are more equal than others. xD
April 03 Another extraordinarily ordinary day.It was the last period when I sauntered out of class to make some monetary distributions. Being assistant treasurer for the co-op has its perks sometimes, but most of the time, anything to do with money is a sensitive issue.
Having said that, I had to stand some protests by Bryan about how his wages were not more than (mine?) what he actually got and practically bit Darren's head off when he whined about his. If only looks could kill. Seeing the way I was glaring at Darren, Eddie chuckled. Yeap, Eddie knows me well enough.*sigh*
Eddie came out after I was done with Darren, and I had a long talk with him about the dangerous length of his so-called prologue, which was making its way into the school magazine. When I was halfway through telling him what a prologue normally looks like, Bryan loped out of the doorway, turned towards Eddie and said, "What are you doing, flirting with my wife?", to which I quickly answered for a flustered Eddie, "Who's your wife? Definitely not me. Unless you're talking about Darren here,".
At that moment, my BI teacher walked past and called for Bryan to rope him in for this parliamentary debate competition. Stifling the urge to say "Bye, hon" as he left our little group, I went back to my interrupted conversation with Eddie.
The flirting's gotta stop at one point or another. We'd already broken up, uh I mean, divorced a whole year ago! Flirting can really lead to more than just flirting, and I really wouldn't want anything like that to happen. Last year was a mess. xD That's why I'm trying my best to stop flirting with him in particular, but he doesn't exhibit the same concern I have for that oh-so-charming-and-heartbreaking habit of his.
Oh and yes, just today, I was roped in for that very same debate competition I mentioned earlier. I figured that the extra cert wouldn't hurt. Hehe.
Welcome to my life. xD April 01 Of Makeovers and Mental Upheavals.I can get an overdose of myself. In a sense, that is. Like what Jwern said, one does get sick of the same ideas, same thoughts, etc. after a while. SO, in conclusion, after 16 years of my existence, I think I've had enough of myself. xD -The End- ... ... ... Hehe. Since when did I ever leave a statement hanging? Well, being May, life goes on, but not without some kind of therapy. There's almost always a way to remedy a situation, and today, I had a blast doing a makeover - for my sister, of course. Hiak Hiak. As any girl would know, clothes are the way to explore options, expand ranges and put common sense plus fashion sense to good use in order to find numbers that suit a person's personality. Colours, designs, the works. And the best thing is : It's not for myself, I'm helping my sister, so I get the chance to choose for somebody else, to change my taste according to HER taste and what would suit her oh-so-sharp features, slim figure and beautiful eyes. Mmmmm! Talk about getting to be somebody else in terms of taste. How I love the fact that I have a sister who needs my help in this area. It all started out in the morning when Rene said the classic words she repeats every Sunday morning, "May, help me pick out what to wear." I was reminded yet again by that simple request that she didn't really have much choice in the clothes she had (or the remnant of that which she was willing to wear). For anyone who knows Rene well, you'd know that at times, she can't care less for what she looks like as long as she's comfy, which contributes to the fact that she hates fussing over stuffy, formal clothes (or ANYTHING to do with clothes, for that matter), WHICH contributes to the fact that she wouldn't spend no time shopping for clothes. To her, clothes are a burden, nothing more, nothing less. I guess it runs in the family, but we all grow out of that phase one time or another. xD Anyway. After church, I came back and sifted through all her clothes. In fact, I practically forced her to go shopping with me by the silent method of doing everything (sorting out what she could still wear and what she could not anymore, folding all the clothes and putting them back again) by myself, until all she had to do was to BE there in the clothing department. I discovered that she had indeed grown an awful lot (she's taller than I am now, *sigh*), so quite a few shirts had to go, leaving her with really limited options. Even getting her to go shopping with me today wasn't that difficult. I guess God must have been on my side too. Of course, her phobia of shopping was also due to some other external factors, which I won't mention here. She shops best with me. Okay, and my dad as well, since he's the ATM machine and chaffeur. xD To make the long story short, we had a great time picking and trying out clothes, although I was doing most of the picking, a.k.a a mental upheaval. She did the shortlisting. Hehe. After trying out around 20 pieces of clothing of various designs and colours and whatnot (therapy at its best), we finally got 3 pieces she was satisfied with and went home with that feeling of accomplishment. Aaahh.....Although I must add that the departmental assistants must have been thinking I was one bossy sister, picking out piece after piece for Rene. Oh well, there's a price to pay when you care. Haha. I got my thanks in the simple form of, "May, you care so much about me. I gotta say that your future husband would be lucky to have you." And anyone who knows my sis like I do would know that it must have been quite a mouthful to say, since she's hardly ever sentimental. What's more, we're sisters, and sisters hardly say this to each other. Okay okay, I'm just so touched. I guess shopping can be fun, when you're doing it because you need to, and of course, when it's for someone else. xD |
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