How hard is it to be nice?

Today, I didn't go to church. Instead, I went for my refereeing beep test in the morning.

As soon as I drove into the carpark, I saw a tiny slot and promptly reversed into it. A woman carrying some items was walking along, and she stopped beside my car. As I squeezed out of my car, the woman said, "Do you know this is not a parking lot?"

"Oh." I said, and glanced over. It wasn't a parking lot. It was a space between two parking lots.

"How am I going to get into my car now?" She said, with a hint of sarcasm and an obvious look of disapproval as she shook her head.

"Oh. Okay."

I got back into my car and drove out. But there she was, shaking her head with that look of disdain.

Well, how hard is it to be nice? Will it kill you to stop shaking your head? Did I make things even more difficult for you?

I really wonder, how hard is it for people to be nice. A "thank you" would have made my day. Or a nice auntie-ish smile will suffice. But no, we just have to be nasty. We just have that need to be sarcastic.

Come on guys, we can do better than that.

The Japan Diaries- He ain't weird, he's Masa.

Inspired by http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com (recommanded by Ros), whose artworks and hilarity puts my above 5 minute quickie to shame.

Bummer With a Capital B.

Stick that label on me, 'cos I'm proud to say I'm a Bummer now. With a capital B thank you very much.

After 5 months at YOG, with 3 memorable but tiring overseas trips in between, I am now a certified fully unemployed fresh graduate with an incomplete resume and 0 job interviews so far.

Life. Is. Good.

Of course, like all other mums, my very own queen of the household have been trying to coax me into looking for a job. Sorry, did I say coax? I should say "coerce" is more likely. She's been on my tail for the (quite large amount of) money I still owe her for my Japan trip, and have been going on and on about how she found a job the first thing she left school at Sec 1. "Start earlier, then retire earlier," she'd say.

But then, I do want to be patient. Now that I finally have the time to sit down and think about my future career, I should do that. To pray, to seek advice, and to just prepare myself mentally for the torturous working life that lies ahead. And to keep myself in check in the form of a letter in case I, like Gordon Gekko, turn rogue someday.



To future me,

I hope that you've gained a lot of knowledge and wisdom, patience, friends, good tactics and happiness throughout your career. Please look back from time to time and check whether your current job gives the above. If it doesn't, QUIT IMMEDIATELY. I don't want you being miserably rich. I rather you be happily poor, cos if all else fails, you still can go be a referee.

Or a PE teacher. Yay!

Love,
Deanna the Bummer

It's Done.

Yay! I've finally finished the Songfest DVD. By the grace of God, it's finally, finally, finally done.

Finally.

Now I can run off to play The Sims 3. Byebye.

It's depressing to sleep next to your computer.

But that's what I did, and I'm still beside it, trying for the 6th or 7th time to build the dvd without it exceeding the space limit.

Every attempt takes around 3 hours.

Kill me now.

The Japan Diaries- Osaka! Galore.

The pastor's family! His eldest son is super cute.



The 9th or 10th ramen we've eaten.



We're not in Jurong Point. It's the real mechanical crab!



Welcome to Dotonbori, land of all food.



We feel crabtastic!



Osaka Castle



Picnic in the Imperial Palace grounds.



Universal Studios Jurassic Park Ride. We're on the first and second row. Spot me.



Wandergirls again.




Pink Panther is also here!



Outside the epileptic Space Fantasy ride.



Jaws!



Before we were devoured by dinosaurs.



We survived Jurassic Park.



Felily is forever so hungry.



Hairless Cathy expressing her joy.



Ooooh, Betty Boop has got a really big head.




Cookie Monster! Bert! Big Bird!




Sesame street.



The Magical Starlight Parade at night.



Stephanie and her 5 new friends.

Philippians 4:13 is a basketball team.

When I went for a refereeing assignment yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised to see a team named "Philippians 4:13". The team was made up of Filipino women in a Filipino league, and there, on their jerseys was the text "Philippians 4:13". One referee told me it said Philippines, not Philippians, but I took a good hard look, and yeap, it's Philippians 4:13.

"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."

Unsurprisingly, they trashed the other team.