I Turn 25 Today.

I found my first wrinkle yesterday.
Was I bothered?
Maybe a little.
I was immediately compelled to run out and get me a pot of LaMer,
But does it really bother me?
Not that much, not today.

I turn 25 today.

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Feeling:

Comic Relief

Am feeling lazy. Was thinking of doing Min's meme, but that'll have to wait for when I'm feeling less brain dead. In the meanwhile, enjoy this fun little selingan I received in the mail, courtesy of Intan Hot-Mamachita.

Fong, I don't know why, but this sooo totally reminded me of you! As I read it, I was imagining laughing along with you. *hugz* (Btw, Lawry will be here from the 1st to the 16th of December!)

Have a great, fun day, everyone. *hugz*

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WOMEN'S REVENGE

"Cash, check or charge?" I asked, after folding items the woman wished to purchase.

As she fumbled for her wallet I noticed a remote control for a television set in her purse. "So, do you always carry your TV remote?" I asked.

"No," she replied, "but my husband refused to come shopping with me, and I figured this was the most evil thing I could do to him legally."

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UNDERSTANDING WOMEN (A MAN'S PERSPECTIVE)

I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your upper thigh, rip the hair out by the root, and still be afraid of a spider.

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CIGARETTES AND TAMPONS

A man walks into a pharmacy and wanders up and down the aisles. The sales girl notices him and asks him if she can help him. He answers that he is looking for a box of tampons for his wife. She directs him down the correct aisle.

A few minutes later, he deposits a huge bag of cotton balls and a ball of string on the counter. She says, confused, "Sir, I thought you were looking for some tampons for your wife?"

He answers, "You see, it's like this, yesterday, I sent my wife to the store to get me a carton of cigarettes, and she came back with a tin of tobacco and some rolling papers; cause it's sooo-ooo--oo-ooo much cheaper. So, I figure if I have to roll my own .......... so does she."

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WIFE VS. HUSBAND

A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word. An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position.

As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the husband asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?"

"Yep," the wife replied, "in-laws."

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W O R D S

A husband read an article to his wife about how many words women use a day... 30,000 to a man's 15,000.

The wife replied, "The reason has to be because we have to repeat everything to men..."

The husband then turned to his wife and asked, "What?"

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CREATION

A man said to his wife one day, "I don't know how you can be so stupid and so beautiful all at the same time."

The wife responded, "Allow me to explain. God made me beautiful so you would be attracted to me; God made me stupid so I would be attracted to you!"

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THE SILENT TREATMENT

A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment. Suddenly, the man realized that the next day, he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.

Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper, "Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it.

The next morning, the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight. Furious, he was about to go and see why his wife hadn't woken him, when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed.

The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."

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~And my personal favourite!~

WHO DOES WHAT

A man and his wife were having an argument about who should brew the coffee each morning.

The wife said, "You should do it, because you get up first, and then we don't have to wait as long to get our coffee."

The husband said, "You are in charge of cooking around here and you should do it, because that is your job, and I can just wait for my coffee."

Wife replies, "No, you should do it, and besides, it is in the Bible that the man should do the coffee."

Husband replies, "I can't believe that, show me."

So she fetched the Bible, and opened the New Testament and showed him at the top of several pages, that it indeed says.........."HEBREWS"

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Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests! God may have created man before woman, but there is always a rough draft before the masterpiece. ;o)

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Feeling:

MiniMeMiniMeMiniMe

I don't understand the desire to procreate. Well, put it that way and I tell a lie. I perfectly understand the desire to procreate. *purrrr*

I suppose what I don't understand is the urging need to propagate. The last thing I want is a mini-Me running around. How terrifying.

I remember when my cousin first got married. I had asked her about her plans, in general, and she had, without the slightest hesitation, answered they wanted to start a family immediately. I was startled, but I thought, oh, heh heh. Iiiiii get it. *nudge nudge*wink wink* But she was serious, and she had a bun in the oven before the honeymoon was over! (To be fair, it was a 3-month honeymoon. Oh, to have ultra-wealthy, doting parents!)

I didn't understand it. Didn't she want to experience what it was living as husband and wife for a bit of quiet bliss before never ever ever having that kind of peace again for the rest of their lives??

And a child is no small responsibility, it's an unbreakable commitment for life! Even long after they've grown and having kids of their own, they're still your responsibility! Well, that seems like the modern Asian way, anyway, especially if you're upper middle- and above class.

It's just so ... if there was ever a ball-and-chain commitment, this is definitely it. Marriages nowadays are no longer so inescapable, but the responsibility of caring for your children is not an option. For responsible people, that is. :op It's not that I fear I won't be able to handle that kind of responsibility, I know I very definitely can, but I just don't want it. I most vehemently don't want it.

I know some people badly want children and therefore gladly shoulder the responsibility for the wonderful joys parenthood rewards them with. I find that .. admirable. And I understand that.

What I don't understand is WHY people want children in the first place??!!!

Natural instinct? Or our own ego driving us to have little 'us'-es? I know some of you have kids, or want to have kids, and I'd love to play with them and take them to parks and take them shopping and buy all your kids lots and lots of toys, candy and clothes .. but I don't want one of my own.

No, I am NOT a paedophile!

My sister think it's exceedingly strange, as I am good with kids. I manage them well, I am patient with them, and I can always get kids to do what I want without having to resort to threats of monsters lurking in hidden corners, policemen/guards-will-catch-you or corporal punishment, but I want none of my own.

You know what I love? Teaching kids; small children, up to the age of twelve. On and off between my tertiary schooling, I often found time to teach younger children. Once I even volunteered as a teaching assistant at a school for handicapped children, and honestly speaking, I loved every moment of it.

When I was looking for a job earlier this year, I actually went to several interviews for positions that required working with and teaching young kids, and you know what? I was sorely tempted, but at the time, I thought it best to give engineering as a career a try first. My main motivation for deciding this was that engineering paid more. I'm not wrong. Hardly noble, but I've never professed to possessing higher virtues. I want my money. I figured that after I'm financially secure I can do whatever the hell I want, be it teaching young kids, or veterinary science. You know how people say never work with children or animals? I wouldn't even mind doing both at the same time! Eh heh.

Now, I still think about those teaching jobs I gave up, wondering if I might be happier there than I am here, wondering if the higher pay is really worth giving up the opportunity to do something I know I would enjoy.

Sigh.

I love my brother. He's four. I was 21 when he came along. I've had an active hand in raising him from a wee tadpole, and I love him to bits. And because there is this huge age difference, its almost like having a son of my own. Nakal pun nakal lah, but there is nothing I would not do for the little brat, and he's one of the greatest loves of my life. He's my very own little man.

But still, I don't want a child of my own womb. The thought makes me shudder.

I don't know. I suppose I simply don't want to bring another person into this world, not me personally. I think I'm more the type of person who would open an orphanage or a home, take in stray waifs, raise them and nurture them in a way their own natural parents neglected to provide for them, then send them on their way.

I think I'm more suited to the role of Mentor than Mother. I have no desire what-so-ever to propagate. I think that the only way I would ever have kids of my own would be through adoption, by *oopsie!* accident, or if my husband desired children. I would give my husband children, should he so desire, but if given the choice, I'd rather not. Thank God He sent me the one He did, which only makes me feel better about the posibilities of this relationship.

I suppose the same maternal instinct in most women manifests itself in its exactly reverse polarity in me. Who knows? I might feel this way now, and have a change of heart later, in which case I'll just have to eat my post.

But until then, will you let me spoil your children instead? ;o)


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Feeling:

A Passing Breeze

You know, they say you may forget the names of people, you may even forget their faces, but you never forget the way they made you feel.

I've been thinking about them of late; the people of my past. No, not just the romantic episodes, just .. people who have left impressions on me, and who I've never seen since.

I remember nursery school. Apparently, I attended a Montessori kindie. I don't remember. Anyway, I was four years old (still being weaned off diapers, yes), and I had a sweetheart. I remember he was this huge Chinese boy who used to carry my sand pail to the sandbox for me, every single time.

I remember too, Mrs Nayaranan, who gave me my first colouring book. Lol. At the kindie, we used to get only one ripped-out page to colour, and if you were deemed good enough (ie. colour within the lines - they were raising sheeeeep!!) you got a whole colouring book to yourself. I remember I was close to the last person to not have my own colouring book yet, and when I finished the picture of that clown (always a damned clown!), and after answering that I had left the gloves blank on purpose because they were supposed to be white, I finally got my own book. I remember feeling so ... satisfied, and accomplished. So satisfied and accomplished that I finished colouring it before I was supposed to (one page a day only) that I got told off for sneaking into the activities cupboard and crayon smuggling. :op

Lol.

I remember the girl from my Maryvale Good Shepard kindie, Mimi, who came to my sixth birthday party and gave me a Snow White doll, which I treasured for years. It was the first doll to have flexible elbow and knees, waaay before Barbie. Lol. We sent her home after the party. I think she lived in PJ.

I remember Eizwan. Lol! My dearest, dearest Eizwan. :o)

Strangely, though, I don't remember my first crush. I remember my huuuugest crush (over someone 9 years my senior!), but I don't remember my first crush.

Well, proper one, over a boy I actually knew, that is. :o)

I remember my first, real romantic ... well, for lack of a better word, relationship, We were in the same choir, so we saw each other every Saturday AND Sunday. For three years.

He was a complete dork! Lol. It was he who introduced me to Magic, the Gathering. *rolleyes* Lol. But it was also he who introduced me to the wonderful genre of Fantasy, so you won't ever hear me complain. And besides, he was kinda cute. *G*

I had a lot of fun with him. It was great fun... but we never made it even to the holding-hands bit.

Give me a break! I had grown up in an all-girls school all my life! I was too unsure of myself way back then to make the first move, and though he was a year older, being a complete dork, I guess he was too shy too.

But we said a lot of things in a hundred small, different ways. Like how we always practised dance steps for the musicals together, even after we had perfected it because we just had so much fun dancing with each other.

And how we'd sit for lengths of time talking about books, movies .. aaah, I'm sure you lot know the drill.

He gave me his favourite glass pebbles. It may not seem like a lot, a bit strange even, but there was a lot of worth in that strange, simple gift.

:o)

I wonder where he is now.

It's been nine years since. Yes, nine, but I can recall every memory with clarity. You never forget the way someone made you feel, and at a time when you were a chubby, too-tall and too-big 16-year-old and being good-looking was the only thing there was to being an attractive person, you never forget how someone saw beyond the plain exterior to the person you are, or have the potential to be, inside.

Some things, Time cannot take away from you.

... and with a little bit of patience, Time rewards you with so much more. :o)


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