So you've hired a new secretary who promises to type your letters and make your coffee. Little did you know she will ask you how much sugar you want in your coffee every day. Everytime you ask for coffee, she'll ask you ho much sugar you want, even after weeks. Then you ask her to type a letter. Then she asks you how to switch on the computer. You show her how. Then she ask which programme to use, how to use that programme. When se finally gets started, she runs in to your office every 5 seconds to ask you how to spell "this" and "that". After an hour she stops. Another hour later, you realise the letter has not even been typed coz according to your secretary, "Mr Lim won't even read that letter anyway, don't want to waste time typing it."
I fired her.
Always tear a little when I hear this song below or read the lyrics. There are many such "nobody's child"ren out there, I'm so fortunate compared to them. What gives me right to feel resentment at being slapped or being deprived food? I wake up late on weekends that I don't need to go to school, talk back, and most importantly don't do well in school anymore. What gives me the right to Mummy's kisses and Daddy's smiles? The last time I received Daddy's smile was the day I received 9A1s. And if Mummy's prediction that nobody will want to marry me come true, and if I have the financial capabilities, I'll adopt a 6-9year old boy from an orphanage. Not a baby girl from China or Vietnam. Coz they are already highly sought after. I want to change someone's life forever.
As I was slowly passing, an orphans' home one day,
I stopped for just a little while, to watch the children play,
Alone, a boy was standing, and when I asked him why,
He turned, with eyes, that could not see, and he began to cry,
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child,
Just like a flower, I'm growing wild,
No Mummy's kisses, and no Daddy's smile,
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody’s child.
No mother's arms to hold me, or sooth me when I cry,
Sometimes it gets so lonesome here, I wish that I could die,
I'd walk the streets of Heaven, where all the blind can see,
And just like all the other kids, There'd be a home for me,
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child,
Just like a flower, I'm growing wild,
No Mummy's kisses, and no Daddy's smile,
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody’s child.
I have no idea what I've done to my life these past 17 years.
In primary school, I lip sync in choir, was a prefect, loved to visit the old candy shop outside school, was happy I didn't develop as fast as the other girls, was angry they didn't let me take part in SMO and was short.
In secondary school, I hold open doors for people during ELDDS performances, loved to eat orange bowl, had my first taste of infatuation, had my first taste of being bullied, been on national TV for Great Science Challenge and St Nicks teddy bear sale and was short.
In JC, I feel I have no CCA I belong in except maybe techmonix, held a guy's hand for the first time, hate the school canteen, had my first taste of failure, [...more to be added...], and I amfinally tall still short.
I have no sucidal tendencies.
Yar, about the IMCB thing. Grace, Guang Feng, Deng Si, Rina and me. Sigh, missing school for this wasn't worth it. The only new thing I got to do was in vitro fertilisation (micro-injecting sperms into frog eggs on a petri dish under a mircospope) Then I accidentally micro-injected myself. Coz the needle was so thin lor, so hard to see! Yar, it was painful. Not afraid of forg sperms in my body but scared the glass of the needle is still inside my skin. Then PCR and electrophoresis is really not anything new. Already quite an expert at loading wells!! And I don't fancy feeding frogs too.
Our "teacher" was super weird, talks very crudely. First thing he said to us was sth along the lines of "Which guys want to fertilize eggs? Which girls want to cut up testes?" And there were also Nanyang girls with fake American accents flirting with Chinese High boys. Haha. Quite cute lar, our juniors-to-be. And during these 3 days, they ostro people to enter HC in Jan2005, aka me.
But the good thing bout this is ..
They have EXTRAsmall gloves! Haha. None of the labs I've been to had this.
They gave a A4 sized photo of everyone to everyone, as a sovenier
They give super long lunches. After a nice lunch at Holland V, there's still time to shop
I fired her.
Always tear a little when I hear this song below or read the lyrics. There are many such "nobody's child"ren out there, I'm so fortunate compared to them. What gives me right to feel resentment at being slapped or being deprived food? I wake up late on weekends that I don't need to go to school, talk back, and most importantly don't do well in school anymore. What gives me the right to Mummy's kisses and Daddy's smiles? The last time I received Daddy's smile was the day I received 9A1s. And if Mummy's prediction that nobody will want to marry me come true, and if I have the financial capabilities, I'll adopt a 6-9year old boy from an orphanage. Not a baby girl from China or Vietnam. Coz they are already highly sought after. I want to change someone's life forever.
As I was slowly passing, an orphans' home one day,
I stopped for just a little while, to watch the children play,
Alone, a boy was standing, and when I asked him why,
He turned, with eyes, that could not see, and he began to cry,
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child,
Just like a flower, I'm growing wild,
No Mummy's kisses, and no Daddy's smile,
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody’s child.
No mother's arms to hold me, or sooth me when I cry,
Sometimes it gets so lonesome here, I wish that I could die,
I'd walk the streets of Heaven, where all the blind can see,
And just like all the other kids, There'd be a home for me,
I'm nobody's child, I'm nobody's child,
Just like a flower, I'm growing wild,
No Mummy's kisses, and no Daddy's smile,
Nobody wants me, I'm nobody’s child.
I have no idea what I've done to my life these past 17 years.
In primary school, I lip sync in choir, was a prefect, loved to visit the old candy shop outside school, was happy I didn't develop as fast as the other girls, was angry they didn't let me take part in SMO and was short.
In secondary school, I hold open doors for people during ELDDS performances, loved to eat orange bowl, had my first taste of infatuation, had my first taste of being bullied, been on national TV for Great Science Challenge and St Nicks teddy bear sale and was short.
In JC, I feel I have no CCA I belong in except maybe techmonix, held a guy's hand for the first time, hate the school canteen, had my first taste of failure, [...more to be added...], and I am
I have no sucidal tendencies.
Yar, about the IMCB thing. Grace, Guang Feng, Deng Si, Rina and me. Sigh, missing school for this wasn't worth it. The only new thing I got to do was in vitro fertilisation (micro-injecting sperms into frog eggs on a petri dish under a mircospope) Then I accidentally micro-injected myself. Coz the needle was so thin lor, so hard to see! Yar, it was painful. Not afraid of forg sperms in my body but scared the glass of the needle is still inside my skin. Then PCR and electrophoresis is really not anything new. Already quite an expert at loading wells!! And I don't fancy feeding frogs too.
Our "teacher" was super weird, talks very crudely. First thing he said to us was sth along the lines of "Which guys want to fertilize eggs? Which girls want to cut up testes?" And there were also Nanyang girls with fake American accents flirting with Chinese High boys. Haha. Quite cute lar, our juniors-to-be. And during these 3 days, they ostro people to enter HC in Jan2005, aka me.
But the good thing bout this is ..
They have EXTRAsmall gloves! Haha. None of the labs I've been to had this.
They gave a A4 sized photo of everyone to everyone, as a sovenier
They give super long lunches. After a nice lunch at Holland V, there's still time to shop