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In  2 consective days, I had almost the same comments from 2 diff pple.1st one being yesterday was tat my friend said that I played badminton like a

千金小姐, dun like to move or run, stand around, only know how to capture those balls right in my direction, that I always try to smash people when they are trying to accomodate me by giving the right balls for me but instead of knowing that, I smashed the ball back to them.

Today, my boss says that I speak very tactlessly, she was a bit offended but in the end she still take the initiative to tell me very tactfully what’s wrong, why shld i change etc etc etc.

how do we or shld I say when would I ever learn to say thanks to such words of wisdom though they hurt me a lot. how do I ever learn to say words like thanks, its so helpful, I will definitely bear that in mind, i will learn from you, i think u are right, h really i didn know that, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for my mistakes, if it weren’t for u, I would never know, thanks so much…..give a shrug, smile broadly and on my way to the next topic as if nothing has ever happened??? In the end i said to my friend in a very solemn way that I will bear that in mind. But i just couldn bring myself to talk anymore, like an heavy stone in my heart, i  started doubting, questioning and pondering over those words.

Saying that I played like a spoilt girl was really very hurting to me, cos from young, I prided myself as a very brave,independent girl. I started out at work at a young age, i wasn from a well-to-do family not even middle-income gp, and a very quarrelsome one as well. i had no maids like others to help with housework, i am the acting child and sister to my brother, I picked myself up when i fall without crying, I dun撒娇, I played guys’ games instead of barbie dolls, I like new things, like to learn, I dun dress that often, I always try to do things when i could do them myself instead of asking for help, I understand and accepted the rights to individualism that everything betw girls and guys can be equal, I try to think others, accept pple as they were, give my concern and be there for the ones that I really treasure. I am constantly the giver, so why?

maybe that’s what i conjure up myself but in reality, i wasn like that.

Got this from Elise’s email, hope it can bring a smile to the pple reading my blog.

According to a news report, a certain private school in Washington DC >was recently faced with a unique problem. A number of 12-year-old >girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put it on in the >bathroom. > >That was fine, but after they put on their lipstick they would press >their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of little lip prints. Every >night the Maintenance man would remove them and the next day the girls >would put them back. > >Several memos were posted about this, without effect. Finally the >principal decided that something had to be done. She called all the >girls to the bathroom and met them there with the maintenance man. She >explained that all these lip prints were causing a major problem for the >custodian who had to clean the mirrors every night. > >To demonstrate how difficult it was to clean the mirrors, she asked the >maintenance man to show the girls just how hard it was. > >Under careful instructions, the man took out a long-handled squeegee, >solemnly dipped it in the nearest toilet bowl, and scrubbed at the >mirror. > >There was complete silence in the room. > >Since then, there have been no lip prints on the mirror.

Little Emmett was staying with his grandmother for a few days. He’d been >playing outside with the other kids for a while when he came into the >cottage and asked her, "Nana, what is that called when people are >sleeping on top of each other?" > >She was a little taken aback, but decided to tell him the truth… "It’s >called sexual intercourse, darling." > >Little Emmett just said, "Oh, OK" and went back outside to talk and play >with the other kids. > >A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily, "Nana, it is not >called sexual intercourse! It’s called Bunk Beds!"

A priest was being honored at his retirement dinner after 25 years in >the parish. > >A leading local politician and member of the congregation was chosen to >make the presentation and give a little speech at the dinner. He was >delayed so the priest decided to say his own few words while they >waited. > >" I got my first impression of the parish from the first confession I >heard here. I thought I had been assigned to a terrible place. The >very first person who entered my confessional told me he had stolen a >television set and, when stopped by the police, had almost murdered the >officer. He had stolen money from his parents, embezzled from his place >of business, had an affair with his boss’s wife, taken illegal drugs, >and gave VD to his sister." > >"I was appalled. But as the days went on I knew that my people were not >all like that and I had, indeed, come to a fine parish full good and >loving people.".. > >Just as the priest finished his talk, the politician arrived full of >apologies at being late. > >He immediately began to make the presentation and give his talk. "I’ll >never forget the first day our parish priest arrived," said the >politician. "In fact, I had the honor of being the first one to go to >him in confession.