I used to frequent blogs which weren't as frequently updated as frequently as I frequented them. I also remember thinking, "AiyahwhylikethatoneyoublogmustblogfrequentlysoIhavesomethinginterestingtoreadmah."

 

And now I suppose mine has turned into one of them unfrequently-updated-blogs too. Quoth Nat: Shame, shame. =P Somehow I just don't find the urge to blog even though it's at this point of my life that life is happening. There are so many things I can blog about, but I'm just too unmotivated. I'm also consciously trying to detach myself from the love of blogging - hey, it's for my own good! xD Must study! SPM!

 

Ah, who cares about SPM when you've just finished an exam. Someone please kick me out of this lazy rut. xD

 

Oh, and that's outdated news too - my exam finished a week ago. See what I mean about being too lazy to blog? =P

 

ANYWAY. Enough about me. I'm just here to announce that I'll be away at camp for four days and three nights, battling vicious sandflies and an unpredictable water supply (!). I mean what I said about the water supply. Last year us kind-hearted people who were waiting our turn outside the bathroom had to fill up containers of water from the sink for the people taking their baths because the water supply was suddenly cut off. =P Low water pressure OR something. Hantu,anyone? xD

 

But I'm not complaining. The water supply is the least of my concerns. The sandflies are my worst enemies. I know it's all Christian-like to love your enemies, but when it comes to sandflies.... I'm sure the sandflies love me, but I'm not sure I reciprocate that feeling.

 

Sorry to break your hearts, buddies. The feeling just isn't mutual.

 

Oh, and a big thank you to everyone who's made today special for me. I love you guys. Although sometimes I feel I don't deserve THAT much love from you guys. Really. *Limited edition hugs, anyone?*

 

What's today?

 

Nothing big lah. Just my birthday. =P

I may not be the most outgoing of people, but I don't mind meeting new friends, especially at competitions - the day seems shorter when you have others to talk to. xD

 

Anyway, one of the things that amuse me most :

 

 

*Shrugs*

 

7 times out of 10, people don't get the fact that I'm named after a month, and my birthday falls within that month, so it's only LOGICAL that I'm named after that month. Dunnoe why it's such an easy fact to overlook. =P

 

Get a life lah you, May. xD

So there I was, planning to blog about my public speaking competition after the exam, but one thing lead to another and everyone knows how good intentions so easily give way to procrastination...

 

Point is, Samantha beat me to it, so you guys can go view it at My Thoughts, Your Blah. =P She's covered it in enough detail (and with PICTURES too!), so I guess all I'll do here is cover a few incidents briefly.

 

Like my proposal to Jonathan. Twice.

 

[Charissa, Jonathan, Emmeline, another girl (I forgot her name, sorry) and I were sitting in the library during quarantine time yakking away. So we yakked and yakked....and then suddenly...]

 

Poor guy got the scare of his life. XD Or maybe not. I am so mean. =P I can't remember the second time I proposed, but when I did, Emmeline couldn't stand being the "light bulb" sitting between us, and offered her seat to me. Which I politely declined, knowing how terrified Jonathan must have been by then. Lol. See? I'm nice. =P

 

Anyway, that's beside the whole point. You guys probably just want to know the results anyway. =P

 

But before that *cue to groan*, I must start from the beginning - the part where I woke up with severe gastritis as a result of being overstressed. Praise God, the pain left as soon as I downed a carbon tablet. But that wasn't the end of it. I could barely SPEAK without clearing my throat/coughing. On the way to SM Teknik, I chatted with Pn Ng, and my voice was so bad that it was positively embarrassing. I think I know what guys go through when their voices break now. 

 

Moving on, I was lucky number thirteen on the list to speak. XD The ironic thing was, I did fine, my voice was fine when my turn came and I had a lot of fun onstage - ah, the advantages of writing your own script on a subject you love. God is full of grace. =D

 

And no, that subject wasn't physics. =P Predictably, I did an informative piece on something to do with psychology (only I don't think anything can beat last year's script) - Memory. Yeah, yeah, a very May topic. =P I might post it up here someday, but for now, I still think it's better heard than seen. The paragraphing isn't pleasing to the eye, but it served its purpose.

 

Okay lah, I can be very fussy. =P

 

Anyway, for the impromptu, I didn't flop as badly as last year - which, if you remember, dealt with monetary issues. This year's topic was a little weird, I'll admit that, but I told a story anyway. And credit goes to JIA WERN for inspiring the memory of that story! See, he wrote Silence, a poem on chaos and inner peace recently, and it sparked the memory of a story of a king who...anyway, the point is, funny how he can help people even when he's a few million miles away in the Land of the Free. =P

 

And I realized I can't shape proper sentences verbally if I don't write them down in full first. What came out was something like "Noun...proper sentence containing noun" and "Verb...Proper sentence containing verb". Hardly smooth, in my opinion, but my teacher said I did just fine. *Shrugs*

 

And the results? Find out more at Samantha's blog. =P

Humans never fail to puzzle me. Human bloggers, particularly.

 

One alarming issue on the increase is the blogging of one's significant other. (No, I'm not talking about you, you or...you. =P) Or more to the point, how people can write about the PROBLEMS in their relationships for the whole world to keep up with. When everything is smooth-sailing, I suppose mush is acceptable, albeit slightly cringe-inducing. xD

 

Sure, a blog is an online diary/journal, but come on lah - you mean to say your gf/bf isn't a reader of your blog? If that is so, it certainly raises some questions as to how well your gf/bf knows you. The world nowadays has been reduced to the size of a pc - nope, not a personal computer, more like a portable computer - and a wireless connection; it's just in-credible that your gf/bf doesn't online. And if he/she onlines and reads your blog - I think you're just looking for trouble.

 

ANYWAY. Whether or not he/she onlines is not the main issue here. The main issue here is what is the rationale behind announcing to everyone that your relationship is on rocky ground or on stormy seas or on a desert plain...like it's our business to know. In my opinion, such sensitive issues are to be dealt with and settled personally, ie you and your gf/bf, a coffee shop, sms, whatever, get the idea? I mean, how would you feel if you found out your gf/bf had been blogging about all the nasty aspects of your relationship? To me, that's tantamount to gossiping AND backstabbing. Where exists the trust and friendship that should always take the higher priority? Open-ness and communication is the key to building any close relationship.

 

Or, from a different perspective, it could be an ingenious method to hint that you want a break-up, and you don't want to make the first move, hence you're hoping he/she gets the not-so-subtle signals and puts an end to the whole relationship.

 

...I have nothing to say about that.

 

[ Author's note : the pronoun (you) used does not refer to anyone in particular. It was just for the sake of writing smoother sentences. =P ]

i am not overstressed i am not overstressed i am not overstressed i am not overstressed i am not overstressed.

 

This is bad. For the first time in my entire melodramatic life I feel like I'd rather die than go through this exam. And I don't even know why I'm so paranoid this time.

 

Maybe I should blame it on Tiong Ping's red scribbles all over my add maths exercise book. I'm sure she couldn't stand the sight of all those careless and couldn't-care-less mistakes I made. I'm even willing to bet she was only a few (white) hairs short of ripping apart that chaotic add maths book. Bottom line is, I'd rather mop the kitchen floor ten times over if in doing so, I could be spared that add maths test. =(

 

I'm so tired I can't study for chem, I'm nervy that I'll flunk my physics this time, I can't ease that knot in my stomach. Let's not mention Bio first. I prefer to be optimistic about Bio. Congratulations, May. At least you made ONE attempt to be optimistic with your type of circumstances. Have I ever told you what a joy you are?

It's nice to be reminded every now and again how insignificant we really are. I guess we all need reminders,what with all the secular humanism we hear day in day out convincing us that we are the centre of the universe (pardon the pun). If Earth is smaller than a speck of dust floating in our galaxy, which in turn is smaller than a speck of dust floating in the universe, then I guess we're not very big after all.

 

Understatement. xD

 

Anyway, the point is, I feel happy to be so insignificant. The fact that I'm so insignificant can only mean that my problems are EVEN more insignificant. WAHAHAHA. Hear that, problems? YOU CAN NEVER BE BIGGER THAN YOUR FIVE FOOT PLUS HOST. YOUR FIVE FOOT PLUS HOST IS ALREADY VERY SMALL, YOU KNOW? BOOOOOO. =P I'm also reminded of what Amy said to me a few years back : It's not as if people are going to remember your purata or what placing you got in school when you grow up. So why bother to study so hard and let life pass you by?

 

Very true hoh. I mean, I myself can't even remember the average I got in Form 1. xD I am so insignificant, which means my average is even more insignificant, and that also implies SPM is not so significant after all. I can't help grinning because I am insignificant. All it takes is just a paradigm shift. The fact that I am insignificant also carries with it the huge weight of the corresponding fact that I am a receiver of astronomical grace. If God - who CREATED the universe and measures it in the span of His hand - would care for ME (who, if you remember, is the insignificant five foot plus creature who doesn't really deserve capital letters in the self-referential pronoun, but whatever...), I have no good reason to not be filled with joy and awestruck gratefulness, unless I'm just asking for a whack on the head.

 

 

 

From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea
Creation's revealing Your majesty
From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring
Every creature unique in the song that it sings
All exclaiming

Indescribable, uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.
You are amazing God
All powerful, untamable,
Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim
You are amazing God

Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go
Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow
Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light
Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night
None can fathom

Indescribable, uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name
You are amazing, God
All powerful, untamable,
Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim
You are amazing, God
You are amazing, God

Indescribable, uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.
You are amazing, God
All powerful, untamable,
Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim
You are amazing, God
Indescribable, uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.
You are amazing, God
NCOMPARABLE, unchangeable
You see the depths of my heart and You love me the same
You are amazing, God
You are amazing, God

You are amazing, God. You are.