Bonjour. Si vous voulons me chercher, vous êtes venu au faux endroit.
Monday, November 27, 2006
you know, whats the point of having sisters if they dont help you out in times of need.. like... now. i am trying to present myself to a mother of this kid who needs tuition and heres how its coming along: Although I have no formal teaching experience, I am patient and focused, and will do my best to help him improve. okay, yes. snort in laughter. fine, whatever.. it could have been worse okay.. in place of the "focused" was fun-loving.. and "will do my best to help him improve" was originally "if the child is willing to learn, i am sure he will improve". yesyes i know, uber-cheesy.. and totally overly flattering.. i too feel like laughing.. but my sister, being of absolutely no value on the help-o-meter scale, described me as wierd when asked for better adjectives.. and actually says that thats being patronising already.. talk about being a helpful sister.. that barely tips the scale by, lemme see... 0.01 millemeters? talking about being wierd.. there was this weird ang moh on the bus who stood next to me today and made all sorts of really weird sounds.. as if im supposed to turn around and start taking notice of him and tell him hes hot or something.. the wierdities on earth knoweth no bounds. i dont even know why i was standing in the first place.. the bus was so empty.. anyways anyways anyways.. just got back around 24 hours ago from none other than our beloved neighbour malaysia.. seeing all those relatives again was quite an.. interesting experience.. i never knew my mother could gossip so well with the rest of the aunties.. and i think my grandfather was kind of pleased with the way they got along with each other.. not that i could tell from his facial expression.. he only seems to have one.. but anyway. my dad comes from a family of practical jokers.. all the males, at least.. wonder where the funny streak came from.. maybe its from whiling away all those hours spent without "healthy" and "educational" toys.. all designed to make your child more intelligent in some way or another.. and the females.. theyre all really hardworking and i dunno, really nice people.. and umm, make good aunties. but it was kinda awkward and yes, sad to say but, rather sad.. at the end of the birthday lunch all the grandchildren gathered round.. (well including me of course) and they played the birthday song.. everybody was lip synching and trying to clap along.. well, not everybody.. and the birthday song just went on and on and on and on and...... yeah you get the picture.. its really sad because.. i dunno, seems to be the climax of a birthday party, especially one spanning four generations, taking up four tables, with i-dunno-how-many-courses, would be the cake cutting, right? and there we were, some still valiantly continuing the lip shynching, slightly more than some continuing the hand-clapping motions, albeit rather half-heartedly.. and all wondering what on earth happens next.. well at least i was.. anyways. i guess he managed to achieve what he really wanted huh.. or at least what i think he wants.. which is to see all this motley crew of a family all gathered together and getting along with one another.. well maybe not everyone.. but enough i guess.. thank goodness i wont have to endure another of these hello-goodbye things until february next year, or whenever chinese new year decides to arrive.. meeting all these people youre related to but yet cant remember their correct saltutations, or who theyre married to, or whose kids they are.. is always a bit.. traumatising, for me.. even though i know the feeling of not being able to match name to face is rather mutual.. im glad i survived this year..
There is, though i do not know how there is or why there is, a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven. There it must be, I think, in the vast and eternal laws of matter, and not in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men, that whatever is more than animal within us must find its solace and its hope. I hope, or I could not live. The Island of Dr. Moreau by H. G. Wells
10:04 pm
gail.
loves anything new
gets caught up in causes, events, loves
but doesn't do anything about them.
professes to be a supporter of the green movement
but leaves the lights on
disapproves of mcdonalds
but eats there anyways.
godwise, the jury's still out.
schoolwise, fass rocks my socks
but why do i have like a ton of work to do?
familywise, i guess theyre/its great
we just need to figure out what to do around each other?
freindswise, hey you guys are awesome.
blogwise, realises that the profile section is crappy
but doesn't know how else to fill up the space.
