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         <title>Mom said GIGO (garbage in, garbage out)</title>
         <description><![CDATA[When I was moving house, I re-discovered my old journals. I always knew where they were, but I briefly flipped through them...

I have two types of journals: One is linked to Bible reading, in which I write down thoughts about the passages I've read, and write down prayers in response to those passages; the other simply contains letters to God, about whatever. I don't have any particular schedule, but sometimes I'll think, "Oh, I want to talk to God about this, but in a more concrete way than just verbal prayer," so I'll write Him a letter.

And I have a third type of... well, it's not really a journal, but I used to jot down quotes from books that I'd read. Quotes that I felt were worth remembering and which resonated with me in some way. Most of these quotes were from Christian books. It struck me, as I looked through these, that I'd been practicing <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=57&chapter=4&verse=8&version=31&context=verse" target="_new">Philippians 4:8</a> without realising it:

<blockquote><div>Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable -- if anything is excellent or praiseworthy -- think about such things.</div></blockquote>

In the past five years or so, more or less ever since I graduated and started working, I've not been doing much of this. I haven't been reading anything very edifying; mostly fiction or romance novels, if I were to be honest. I think I've fallen out of the Phil 4:8 habit. Plus, I haven't been reading the Bible much. Err... make that at all. Except in church services and cell group meetings. Oops.

And I think, perhaps, where I am today is a partial result of having built that foundation during those years. Despite having spent the past five years sort of rebelling against going through the motions of Christianity (and thus ceasing to do any of the things I did before), <i>I never really went through the motions</i>. Everything I used to do, I did because I wanted to, because it was meaningful to me and I believed it would improve my relationship with God, or help me to live a holy life for His sake. And so all these things helped to form the core of who I am, what I'm living for, why I choose to live the way I live.

So I think I've been piggybacking on the past. I'm thankful for my past, but maybe it's time to live Philippians 4:8 again. The problem with losing good habits is that they are hard to reinstate because they then take work!]]></description>
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         <title>Amnesia</title>
         <description>*phone rings*

Friend: &quot;What do you mean, you don&apos;t know how your resum&amp;#0233; ended up on his desk?!&quot;

Me: &quot;I really don&apos;t know!&quot;

Friend: &quot;You emailed your resum&amp;#0233; to me two weeks before that. I TOLD you there was an opening for English teachers!&quot;

Me: [blank and doing some fast thinking]

Friend: &quot;You don&apos;t remember? Oh my goodness, you&apos;re so terrible!&quot;

Me: &quot;Now that you mention it, I vaguely remember emailing you my resum&amp;#0233;... you&apos;re saying that was two weeks before he called me for the interview?&quot;

Friend: &quot;Yes lah! Haiyo, you ah... how could you forget such a thing? I spoke to you on the phone, and a day or so later you sent me your resum&amp;#0233;!&quot;

Me: &quot;Oh. Well, if it was two weeks before the interview, I probably forgot it in all the stress of exams and moving house, I guess...&quot;

Friend: &quot;No wonder you didn&apos;t say anything to me! I was wondering how come you didn&apos;t keep me updated or anything. You owe me, okay!!&quot;

***

I checked. My email to her was March 22. The interview was on April 14. Holy cow, I&apos;d completely forgotten that I&apos;d emailed my resum&amp;#0233; to her!!!

Ohmigosh. If I can&apos;t even remember something like that, how am I going to remember the names of all my students?! -_-&quot;</description>
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         <pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 23:01:39 +0800</pubDate>
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         <title>Newness</title>
         <description>I have great good awesome amazing wonderful news. I&apos;m going to do what I&apos;ve thought of doing and hoped to do for the last three years -- I am going to teach!! Woohoo!! 

I signed a six-month contract this afternoon with one of the colleges in town. So excited and, at the same time a bit scared. I start June 16!

Since there&apos;s always a story where I&apos;m concerned, let me tell you it. *grin*

One day, out of the blue, I got a phone call. 

&quot;Hello, is this Sunflower?&quot;

&quot;Yes, Sunflower speaking.&quot;

&quot;I am Mr XYZ, programme director at ABC College. I have your resum&amp;#0233; on my desk in front of me and I was wondering if you would be free to come over...&quot;

I&apos;d stopped hearing anything by then. My resum&amp;#0233;? On his desk? Where I got submit any resum&amp;#0233;???

Puzzle aside, I went for the interview. He wanted me to teach sociology. I know nothing about sociology apart from having taken it as a subject under my pre-university programme way back in 1996. But, I thought to myself, how hard can it be to read up? Plus, sociology is interesting! So I said okay. 

A week later, he called and said he was interested in hiring me, but first he had to finalise the schedules and stuff for next year, so that he&apos;d know how many staff he&apos;d need and where he&apos;d need them.

A week after that, he called and offered me the job, conditional on the HR (Human Resource) department checking out my references.

Then we hit a snag. Turns out the National Accreditation Board (LAN) wasn&apos;t so happy with a law graduate teaching sociology. The funny thing is, my boss had already enquired about this prior to calling me for interview, and at that point, he&apos;d been informed that it was okay. But when HR enquired, it seemed to be not okay. Confusion!! (Government bodies and their inability to make up their minds... haih)

&quot;I&apos;m going to sort this out,&quot; my boss told me. &quot;I remain committed to getting you in.&quot; Always nice to hear that from a future boss ^_^

A week later, he called to say that he was still working on it, &quot;But I think you have nothing to worry about.&quot;

A few days after that, he called again and told me that because of the LAN problem, he would have me teach English instead, which is what I&apos;ve trained to teach (my Masters, remember?) and what I&apos;ve always wanted/intended to teach anyway. &quot;We are delighted to have you,&quot; he said, closing the deal.

What has me so happy is more than just the fact of being gainfully employed. It&apos;s also more than the fact that I get to teach English after all. It&apos;s the way my boss handled this whole process. He kept in touch with me throughout and continually updated me on what was happening. He didn&apos;t leave me to wonder what was going on. I thought that was very professional and very considerate of him. And the way he fought to hire me... I had no idea anyone could want to hire me that badly! It&apos;s a bit scary -- what if I mess up???

Anyway, I&apos;m excited and a little scared at the same time. Still haven&apos;t figured out how my resum&amp;#0233; ended up on his desk. In June 2006, I passed my resum&amp;#0233; to a friend who works in the same institution, for that friend to pass it to his boss. But that was in 2006, and it was a whole different department altogether! 

There ya go... the story of how I got a job I didn&apos;t even apply for. And at just the right time too! God does like to do things in unexpected ways...</description>
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         <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 20:40:46 +0800</pubDate>
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         <title>I&apos;ve had it.</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I've been getting a lot of spam comments on the blog lately and it's pissing me off. Until further notice (read: until I can get <a href="http://www.bobjots.org" target="_new">Bob</a> to help me figure out a way to automatically close off comments on all older entries), ALL comments will be moderated. I will personally decide whether your comments are good enough to be published on this here blog. Muahahahahah. I HAVE THE POWER!!!!! *goes off to plot world domination*]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 01:51:07 +0800</pubDate>
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         <title>&quot;The boy&quot;</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I broke the news to Mom. Told her I now have a male housemale.

"A BOY?!" she shrieked in horror. I had to hold the phone away from my ear for a moment.

"Yes, Mom, a boy."

"You're going to have to be careful about the way you sit and the way you dress."

"What's wrong with the way I dress?!?"

"You'll have to wear a BRA!!!" 

"..."

"And then you wash your underwear and hang it out to dry..."

"I'm sure he's seen women's underwear before, Mom."

"Yes, but it'll be hanging on the washing line."

"Mom, are you trying to tell me that he'll see my underthings on the washing line and get excited?"

"No, but it's not <i>decent</i>!"

"Then where do you expect me to hang them?"

"I don't know."

***

Mr TDH helped me to move some stuff to my uncle & aunt's place for temporary storage (till <a href="http://siehjin.blogspot.com" target="_new">Blink</a> can take them back to his place). So, when Mom & Dad were in town last week, and we were all sitting down to dinner with my uncle and aunt, I told Mom, "Hey Mom, Uncle and Auntie have met my new housemate. You can ask them what he's like."

"The boy??" Mom asked.

"Yup, the boy."

"He's a very nice young man, very sensible," my aunt said.

Giggling at that description, I texted the news to Mr TDH. 

"Oh. I guess I should be more open-minded," Mom commented.

But she still keeps referring to him as "the boy". Hehehehehe.]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 13:20:46 +0800</pubDate>
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         <title>Happy Mother&apos;s Day!</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I am really tired and there is something wrong with my <a href="http://www.facebook.com" target="_new">Facebook</a> account (it won't recognise my password and claims my email address is unregistered)... but I just wanted to say, Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there reading my blog :)

My parents are in town, so <a href="http://siehjin.blogspot.com" target="_new">Blink</a> and Chen May came up too and we all had lunch together this afternoon to celebrate our mom on Mother's Day. Blink paid :P 

I must say that although I tend to rant and grumble about my parents and find Mom exasperating sometimes, when I stop and think about it, I'm very thankful for Mom & Dad. Especially when I hear friends' stories about <i>their</i> parents! Overall, my parents are GREAT. Really they are. I couldn't ask for a more caring and concerned Mom ever. (She could be a little <i>less</i> concerned... okay, I'll stop now :P)

All right, I'm too sleepy to say more, so I'll leave you with this video my cousin showed me. It had me in stitches. My friends and I have always believed that all moms go to a secret school where they learn "Momspeak", and this video is proof of it!!


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         <title>Oh looks! I has Internets!</title>
         <description><![CDATA[FINALLY got my Internet connection back. Which, of course, me being me, couldn't occur without embarrassing incidences.

*calls Streamyx hotline*

"When can I expect my Internet connection back? It was disconnected on 25 April and today is 9 May! My new phone line was installed two days ago but I haven't heard anything from you guys."

"Your account username, miss? ... Okay, please hold on while I check."

"Thank you for waiting, miss. Your new phone number is 03-7xxx xxxx?"

"Yes."

"What is the status of the lights on the modem, miss?"

"Um, my modem is currently not plugged in."

"Oh, you should try to plug it in, miss, because over here it states that there is no problem with the connection."

<b>*RED-FACED*</b>

"I thought you would need to send a technician over or something to get it fixed up."

"No need, miss. It is automatic."

"Okay, let me turn the modem on, and if there's a problem I'll call you again. Thank you."

***

Excuse me while I go pretend to be invisible...]]></description>
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         <title>Telekom Malaysia... needs new employees</title>
         <description>I&apos;m writing this from an Internet cafe. Nope, still no Internet connection at my house! I called up Telekom Malaysia yesterday and demanded to know what was going on.

&quot;I&apos;m so sorry miss. Nobody called you, miss?&quot;

&quot;No, not at all.&quot;

&quot;Okay miss, I will put on the report &apos;Must call customer&apos;.&quot;

&quot;When can I expect to have Internet access?&quot;

&quot;I will file this report and it will take three working days to process...&quot;

&quot;When I disconnected the phone line, I was told seven to ten working days! Now you&apos;re telling me three working days for this report?! I might as well just cancel the line and apply for a new one, that would be faster wouldn&apos;t it?&quot;

&quot;I&apos;m sorry miss, I will file the report and they will contact you as soon as possible.&quot;

***

Miracle of miracles, I get a call the same day at 7:00pm.

&quot;Hello miss, your new address is A11-11 XYZ Apartment?&quot;

&quot;Yes.&quot;

&quot;What floor is that, miss?&quot;

&quot;ELEVENTH FLOOR!!!!&quot;

&quot;Oh. I see. Eleventh floor.&quot;

&quot;Unit Eleven, Block A.&quot; (thinking I should just clarify all the rest of it)

&quot;Oh, eleventh floor and unit eleven also?&quot;

&quot;...&quot; [customer has fainted]

***

So now I know why it&apos;s been taking them so long. It&apos;s because they don&apos;t even know how to read a freaking ADDRESS!!!!!</description>
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         <pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 17:17:44 +0800</pubDate>
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         <title>One last post from the old place</title>
         <description><![CDATA[3am and I'm still packing... I doubt I'll sleep tonight. One last post before I disconnect all the wires on the PC (coz the lorry will be transporting the desk tomorrow and the desk needs to be clear)

And do you realise my Internet is still working??? *is amazed*

I've just gone through all the clothes in my cupboard and chucked out everything S-sized and lots which are M too. In a way it's like saying goodbye to the girl I used to be -- some of those clothes were favourites, which explains why I've hung on to them for so long. Am giving them away to an organisation that works with abused and trafficked women, so hope the recipients will enjoy it :)

Whenever I feel a pang about throwing stuff away, <a href="http://shazzaworld.blogspot.com/" target="_new">Sze Hui</a> has been my voice of reason... "Even if you do slim down enough to wear those clothes again, there'll be much nicer designs by then!" I don't know what I'd have done without her. She's helped me lots with the packing and stuff while I floated by in an assignment-and-exam-induced haze. I'm emerging from the haze for the weekend, then it's back in the haze for Mon & Tues :P

I'm not sad to say goodbye to the house, but I'll really miss the space. I see this move as symbolic somehow, like embarking on a new phase of life. It's good to throw out the old (things which are hampering you and holding you down) and start anew. As I go through my stuff, I see I have so much junk which I could really do without. There'll never be a better time to get rid of 'em :)]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[Oh wow I has Internets!!! 

I went to the phone/ISP provider today and they said they would stop the service right away... because it takes <b>7 to 10 working days</b> to get the telephone and Internet connection up and running again at my new place, can you believe it? So I come home, not expecting to have Internets, but the router has all 3 lights on, and I think to myself, okay, let's just try it...

Well, whaddya know! It's still working! o.O

Now I know why they need 7-10 working days. Coz they don't know how to turn it off. And then they need some time to find my new house. And after that they don't know how to turn it on. Okay, I'm just being snarky :P

Having said that, if you don't hear from me for the next week, now you know why ;)]]></description>
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         <title>Ohhh yes, excitement lol</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I just came back from cleaning up the new place together with <a href="http://shazzaworld.blogspot.com/" target="_new">Sze Hui</a> and my future housemate, who shall henceforth be known as Mr TDH on this blog. That, my friends, is short for Tall, Dark, and Handsome... well, he <i>is</i> tall, and dark, and... err... okay, no further comment :P

It's past 1.00am, and yes, I am in the midst of exams, why do you ask? hehe. Yup, it's craziness all right. Thank God no papers tomorrow (next one is on Friday, the day after tomorrow). 

The lorry is coming on Saturday morning and it's just hit me, MY GOSH so much packing to do... arrrgggghhh. But there's all of Friday afternoon and night to pack, I guess, after my paper ends at noon. I also got my first good look at my new room tonight and it is much -- MUCH! -- smaller than my present one. My desk won't fit in there together with the bed; I'll have to park the desk outside in the living room. Heh. Oh well, my housemates will soon be able to recognise my <a href="http://secondlife.com" target="_new">Second Life</a> avatar on sight :P

I'm hoping to move most of the stuff by Sunday. Will already be staying at the new place come Saturday since the bed will be there. If I go back to my current place, where would I sleep?? 

Then after all that excitement over the weekend, another exam paper on Monday afternoon (3pm) followed by the last paper on Tuesday morning. Good grief. I hope I'll still be alive and have all my mental faculties intact by then. Not that the latter have ever been very intact anyway :P]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:45:07 +0800</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[For some reason, I've had this song playing in my head for the past few weeks:<ul><i>I don't have to worry trying to prove myself to You
You know before I start what's hidden in my heart
You can change me, rearrange me into somebody new
And best of all, You promised to see me through.</i></ul>It was sung by <a href="http://www.mymusicway.com/biography/evie.html" target="_new">Evie</a> in the 1970s. My parents had it on cassette, of course; I can't find it on CD or mp3, although her more popular songs like "Pass it on" and "Give them all to Jesus" have been re-released on CD.

Yes, I am a throwback :P

Anyway... I find it interesting that this song is playing in my head. Years ago I would sing this song as a way to reassure myself, to comfort myself. But now I can sing it with the knowledge that this is really true -- I <i>don't</i> have to prove myself to God; I'm a work in progress but I'm <i>His</i> work in progress; and He will see me through.

I'm amazed I've come this far, actually. The changes come so slowly, they creep up on you before you realise it. One day you wake up and notice that you're different. You feel different, you think differently, you approach life, God and friendships differently. I'm more at peace, less insecure. Content and less driven or fearful. It's a really good place to be in and I didn't trust it at first; I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the 'phase' to end. But it didn't. It hasn't. And, hopefully, it won't.

To tell you the truth, I'm a bit surprised this has happened after all the years of angst and railing at God for being so slow (and sometimes so silent). Life is interesting, isn't it? ]]></description>
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         <title>Double whammy :P</title>
         <description><![CDATA[Exams start tomorrow... first paper at 9am. Then Wednesday and Friday, and next week Monday & Tuesday. (5 papers... what was I thinking?!?!)

Even more interesting, Friday's paper will be in BM (Malay, our national language). Originally, the lecturer told me the course is officially in both English & BM and it should be no problem to have a bilingual exam paper. But then the faculty dean said that since the various documents listed BM as the main language of instruction, the exam paper can only be in BM (my lecturer used both BM and English, actually, but more BM than English). I was concerned because I of course have only paid attention to all the English terminology and let the BM terminology float right out of my head, but my lecturer said if I need any clarification of the exam questions I can just raise my hand and she will come over and explain it to me. -_-"&nbsp&nbsp;(Thank God she is so nice, though!!)

I don't know when Internet connection will be cut off, probably going to see the ISP and phone people tomorrow and will figure it out then. The lorry is supposed to arrive on Saturday (26 April) so I will probably lose connection sometime this week and may not get any back till sometime next week.

Packing is FAR from done, studying is... err... also far from done... lol

Pray for me :P]]></description>
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         <title>Frogs! Yummy! :P</title>
         <description><![CDATA[I got a text message on my phone from one of my uncles yesterday that my grandma's birthday is today and they were going to take her out for dinner. Since I have nice uncles, I was invited to come along ;)

Today he SMSed me again and asked me to buy "a small cake" on my way to the restaurant. I had no clue how many candles to get, so I asked him, and he said, "I think she's 83."

83?! You mean my grandma is THAT OLD?!?!!

I mean... my parents aren't even 60 yet, you know... gosh, my grandma is old, and she's my only surviving grandparent :(

So I dropped by a bakery and got a small cake. Cakes apparently come in 2 sizes, I think 1kg and 2 kg, or is that 500g and 1kg? Anyway, I bought the smaller of the two, and told the sales assistant it was meant to be a birthday cake.

"How many candles will you need, miss?"

"Eighty-three," I said. I just KNEW the fella must be thinking, "Wahliaueh this woman damn cheapskate wan, celebrating somebody's eighty-third birthday and getting such a tiny cake!" He didn't <i>say</i> anything, of course, and not by a flicker of the eyelash or a twitch of a muscle did he reveal his true feelings, but I KNEW he was thinking it. I KNEW, I tell you!

Dinner was good; we had steamed fish, pork ribs, fish head curry, Japanese (egg-based) tofu, some leafy green vegetables, prawns, and frogs. (Yes, I did say <b>frogs</b> hehehe) And grandma gave an <i>ang pau</i> (cash gift) to everyone! Not a huge amount, of course, but it's always nice to receive a gift :)]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 23:17:25 +0800</pubDate>
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         <title>Sze Hui to the rescue!</title>
         <description><![CDATA[*knock knock*

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

*THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP* <b>"SUNFLOWER!!!"</b>

*blearily opens the door* "Yeah?"

"It's nine o'clock! Isn't your interview at 10am?"

"Oh shit! Really? I didn't hear my alarm ring wor..."

"It rang. I heard it."

"Really? OMG... I set it for 8am you know!"

That is the story of how <a href="http://shazzaworld.blogspot.com/" target="_new">Sze Hui</a> saved my ass. Thank God for housemates!!!

And so... there I was, fresh out of the shower, all dressed up, fiddling awkwardly with the hair dryer. I <b>never</b> blow-dry my hair, but it wouldn't do to go to an interview looking like a drowned rat, would it, and besides, since I've just changed my hair parting, the hair is not behaving properly yet. I intended to blow-dry it into submission, only I was hopelessly inept at that, and the hair was gaining the upper hand.

Sze Hui rolled her eyes. "Come, let me do that for you," she said, taking pity on me and lifting the hair dryer out of my unskilled grasp.

After blow-drying, she stood and looked at the hair with her head cocked to one side. "You need something to make your hair stay in place."

"I don't have any Product," I wailed. I never put Product in my hair, either.

"I do!" she responded, and went back into her room, emerging with a bottle of thingy which she sprayed into her palms and then brushed through my hair. Wow! My own personal hairstylist! <img src="http://wilfulsunflower.com/images/smilies/grin.gif" border="0">

If I get this job, I owe Sze Hui BIG TIME. *sheepish smile*]]></description>
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         <pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 23:05:38 +0800</pubDate>
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