YPause For A Moment of Frivolity
When I grow up, I want to be the ad designer for Salvatore Ferragamo. Have you seen their ads? I just spotted one in today's paper (World section, you can go and have a good look at it). A quarter of a page, all white, except the Ferragamo logo on top, 'SALE' in size 20 capitals right in the centre and 'PARAGON, #01-38', 'ISETAN SCOTTS, LEVEL 1', & 'TAKASHIMAYA D.S., LEVEL 2'.
Ohmigosh! What a wonderful job! Just stick the word 'SALE' against a black/white background and you're done! "Here you go, Mr. Ferragamo (or whoever's in charge), now could I have my $5,000 please?"
I should quit JC and become an ad designer. YEAHH. :)
(P.S. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHEN!!! You will LOVE your present, as usual! AHAHAHA :))
(Everyone else, please ignore Jac in her rare moment of hysteria)
jac was here with you
5/28/2005 12:26:00 pm
YRandom Musings II
When I grow up I want to be:
1. Married.
2. Happy.
3. Skinny. At least, not fat.
(but 2 can override 1 if marrying doesn't make me happy. So in effect there's only one thing I want to be, and that is unfortunately rather hard to obtain.)
I am a surprisingly low-maintenance, unambitious kid.
jac was here with you
5/24/2005 07:31:00 pm
...I have to plagiarise Jars of Clay.
It was the fear of God that led me to You
And it's the fear of You that takes getting used to
I've never been one to hang my heart on a thread
But You spun me around and You loved me instead
I know I could turn to something other than You
'Cause I don't understand You and why You're after me
I've never been the saint You wanted me to turn to
And I can't see the view from the eyes
You look at me through, oh no
But I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright
I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright
So cut below the surface and try hard not to notice
That I could be so foolish thinkin' I'm alright
I've got no one to hold me, I've got no one to carry
Everything inside of me that I won't let You see
I'm not all right, and I don't understand You, and I can't be the saint You want me to turn to.
I don't understand where all this is leading me.
jac was here with you
5/24/2005 06:54:00 pm
YThe Threshold
I feel like I'm on the brink of something. It's just a hunch, but it's a something.
I got the scholarship!! I was sooo happy about it I told just about every single person I met about it. It's really amazing. I guess the thing is that even though I may have been deserving of it, there were tonnes of people applying for it who were just as deserving of it, and the fact that God chose to bless me with it reminds me once again that He's not out to get me, and He cares for me. Wowwww.
I got into Interact exco, too, which is pretty cool. I guess I should expect things to start getting busier. I think it's going to be pretty interesting; God has been teaching me so much through Interact. How to care for others and to be selfless and to reach out, and it's just the tip of the iceberg, really. I'm glad for the opportunities to contribute to the community that forced me to not think of myself. It really puts things into perspective.
I wonder what it'll be like when I'm 20 and I look back at all this. I think it'll sort of be like a connect-the-dots picture, where some dots are connected and this picture is being formed. It probably won't be completely formed when I'm 20, but at least it'll be better formed than how it is now. I wonder what I'll see then, and I wonder what I'll realise about myself now. God, take me wherever You want me to go.
jac was here with you
5/15/2005 07:04:00 pm
YMy Defect
I probably made you cry, didn't I?
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.
2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.
3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.
4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Smartass.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hippie, the Televangelist, and the Starving Artist.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
Emo Kid
You are 28% Rational, 14% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 42% Arrogant.
You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid. You are a push-over, emotional, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being. Your personality is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too inhibited.
Darn it, I was hoping for something cooler. Zhen! We complement each other!Link: The Personality Defect Test written by saint_gasoline on Ok Cupid
jac was here with you
5/05/2005 09:50:00 pm
YA New Creation
"...many of us, when Christ has enabled us to overcome one or two sins that were an obvious nuisance, are inclined to feel...that we are now good enough. He has done all we wanted Him to do, and we should be obliged if He would now leave us alone. As we say 'I never expected to be a saint, I only wanted to be a decent ordinary chap.'...But this is the fatal mistake. Of course we never wanted, and never asked, to be made into the sort of creatures He is going to make us into. But the questions is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He intended us to be when He made us...We may be content to remain what we call 'ordinary people': but He is determined to carry out a quite different plan. To shrink back from that plan is not humility: it is laziness and cowardice. To submit to it is not conceit or megalomania; it is obedience."
--C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
I realised we tell God that we want to be like Christ without ever realising how great the cost is. "Make me be more like Christ," we sing to Him, but once we get out into the world, we continue to cling on to our natural selves and refuse to obey Him. I've realised how I've sneaked my sinful self into my life time and time again. I do one 'good deed' for the day and next time when God comes knocking and asking me to help my parents wash the dishes I grumble and tell Him, "but I just helped Jon with homework! Can't I get a rest?" The fact is, we're not to be any more proud of ourselves for doing one good deed than a mathematician being proud of completing a sum correctly. We were made to be this way, just that, like mathematicians, we're prone to making mistakes. One correct sum doesn't give us the license to get the rest of the worksheet wrong. If anything, it spurs us on to improve.
The cost of dying to our natural, sinful, selfish selves and living for God is much more than doing your good deed for the day, or playing for worship, or doing QT. It's an actual offering of your entire life to God: every minute, every second, every task. It's committing all you have to Him and trusting Him--dying to your insecurities, your troubles, your worries, and taking up the assurance that He is in control.
Dying in general isn't a very easy thing to do. It's either a painful, long drawn-out process or, if you're lucky, a short spurt as a result of a lifetime of accumulation of fat. Usually it comes with grey hair and saggy skin. I don't think the process of dying to ourselves is going to be very different. It's definitely going to be very slow and I know for me it's going to be rather painful. I'm going to resist every step of the way, because it's just too uncomfortable, too demanding, too much for God to ask of me.
But why should I give God any less? He's the one who made me, who owns me in the first place. The seed has to die in order for the plant to live but I'm scared. I don't want to lose out, but the ironic thing is that in losing out and falling out of step with the world, I gain an eternal treasure, a world that is beyond our human eyes, a security that will remain secure. My natural self resists and refuses to die but I know it would be a much better thing for it do than stay with me and make me believe I'm as good as I can possibly be. I can't say I want it to die just yet, but I pray that God will give me grace as I learn to give up everything to Him.
It's sort of like going on pointe. You know it's going to hurt. You can feel the pus oozing out of that blister on the little toe already and the big toenail's pressing against the cardboard shank. The last time you went on pointe the toenail felt like it was going to split. You tell Ms Chew your foot's got a phobia of going on pointe but she ignores you and starts the CD player again. The music swells and ebbs and flows and you know now there's no turning back; ballet was made for pointe. The same way we were made for God.
jac was here with you
5/01/2005 10:29:00 pm