You are naturally born with a gift, whether it be poetry, writing or song. You love beauty and creativity, and usually are highly intelligent. Others view you as mysterious and dreamy, yet also bold since you hold firm in your beliefs.


What Type of Soul Do You Have ?
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Found this on Nidhi's Friendster bulletin board. Hmm. Would love to start something like that ^_^

Continue the story...

Message: Hey guys think u are all familar with the "Continue the story" game. Let's try a new way: ani one can try add your line, your name beside it & repost the bulletin... but this time, the catch is only 3 words at a time (not one sentence). let our creativity flows and see wat kind of story we will end up with!!

here goes:
There once was - andy
a naked woman - stephy
so dangerously hairy - sharon
around her belly - Jesper
and her armpit - stella
and smelt like - Jeff
jit bu sai - Jessica
Wah Lan Eh !!! - Daniel
Along came someone - Afiq
A Naked man - Adam
who is muscular - GQ
but really brainless - GwenO
has body odour - EunicE
and a high forehead - jiawei
with tiny eyes - daniel
then they met - pauline
in a restaurant - anny
that is super crowded - siti
and tremendously stinky - huimin
A cocky waiter - Pet
with a mole - yvon
came up to them - Shirley
"What you want!!??" - Charlyn
N they Said.... - Cong
"A big Bowl - Shawn
of tom yam - Lynn
and apple juice - gloria
Now run along. - Michelle
"moooley moooley moooley!" - amritoz
cried the waiter - roshni
aka Austin Powers - Geraldine
minus the teeth - **GEE**
When the food came, - Eryan
they started crying - aishah
they cried because - akash
they found Nemo - Girish
in the soup - Aston
vigorously commiting suicide - Ramani
by eating his - Lavan
little smurf dick. - Vignesh
which he couldn't - Syahirah
really lick down - Pallavi
the right way - Nidhi

Your soul is bound to the Yellow Rose: The Gentle.

"I've travelled through the land of surrender and seen it all. I throw my heart out and keep my head up, and now I travel through the land of peace."

The Yellow Rose is associated with friendship, intuition, and fun. It is governed by the goddess Hestia and its sign is The Intertwined Rings, or True Friendship.

As a Yellow Rose, you always look out for your friends. You would much rather have strong ties with friends than a single tie with a lover and your devotion to your friends is clear. You may have great intuition and be able to read emotions clearly, but sometimes you can seem distant yourself.


What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?
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Conclusion: shopping requires an awful lot of skill--

(The shawl must match the shoes or shoes match the jewelry and yet not look too contrived... the necklace must dangle if low neckline... the earrings must not take attention away from the necklace... and should they dangle or should they not and what colour should the bag be should there even be a bag? and can a grey shawl go with a red dress or a pink shawl with a cream dress etc etc etc............
and we haven't even covered the bargain hunting)

-- And needs huge amounts of probably the only kind of stamina that women in general have more than men.

Heard a quote from an actor that if you say you want to do something, forget it. If you say you're going to do it, then you will. Alright--

This time round I am going to:

1. Thrash that -beep- Lit paper (or what's left of it) upside down. Have become rather depressed over Lit 1 and 3. In fact, so nervous about the upcoming PC paper that I'm dating Qinying on Wednesday to do essays on the spot.

2. Lose some weight for prom. No, obviously I am not being serious. Never could keep a diet for more than two weeks... I tend to hallucinate Oreos and dancing chicken wings. The last time I announced that I was on a diet was over a plate of char kway teow (with fried fish, I might add?)... and in my yearbook a friend wrote, "Do inform me when your diet really starts."

I haven't called her yet.

3. Develop my determination (ha ha).

4. Ride the biggest roller-coaster ever seen a few million gazillion times until I have to be helped home on wobbly legs. (*looks around* anyone coming? Bring taxi fare)

5. Make a few more resolutions that I am going to sound absolutely serious about and announce them to all the people who read my blog, then forget I ever said them.

6. Ditto above.

7. Do something crazy.
Did anyone read a book review in Life! recently...? it was on "This Diary Will Change Your Life" by Benrik. The crazy authors give you something crazy to do every single day of the year. My favourite:
(a) Count the number of vans you see on the way to work. (Or school, or prom, or whatever.)
(b) Multiply this number by three and divide by two.
(c) Buy the same number of chocolate bars.
(d) Give them out to people on the street.
(e) Note down exactly what they say to you.
(f) Write these remarks on individual pieces of paper and send them to random addresses in the phone book.
(g) Wait and see.

I think I might actually do that one ^_^

(Please read right til the end)

"The emperor Tetrahedron lived in a palace made absolutely from elastic bands. To the right, cunning fountains shot elastic jets, subtle as silk; to the left, ten minstrels played day and night on elastic lutes.

The emperor was beloved by all.

At night, when the thin dogs slept, and the music lulled all but the most watchful to sleep, the mighty palace lay closed and barred against the foul Isoceles, sworn enemy to the graceful Tetrahedron.

But in the day, the guards pulled back the great doors, flooding the plain with light, so that gifts could be brought to the emperor.

Many brought gifts; stretches of material so fine that a change of the temperature would dissolve it; stretches of material so strong that whole cities could be built from it.

And stories of love and folly.

One day, a lovely woman brought the emperor a revolving circus operated by midgets. The midgets acted all of the tragedies and many of the comedies. They acted them all at once, and it was fortunate that Tetrahedron had so many faces, otherwise he might have died of fatigue.

They acted them all at once, and the emperor, walking round his theatre, could see them all at once, if he wished.

Round and round he walked, and so learned a very valuable thing:

that no emotion is the final one."

~taken from Oranges are not the only fruit by Jeanette Winterson; a story within a story

Ling was a Liberal Actor in a past life. Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me

That's kinda funny. Was just reading a book on Acting last night. Improbable as it may seem, I actually do have an interest in acting... not as a career or anything, but just a one-off onstage. That would be fun. I'd like to design the set too of course...

Li Ying was an Educated Damsel In Distress in a past life. Discover your past lives @ Quiz Me

Har har. (sourly) So I try my other name, and this is what happens.

Btw guys... I joined Friendster today. Add me.

Ok... an honest assessment of Lit 3.

Lit 3. Huh.

I had three papers, Plath, Pinter and Forster (which I did in that order). Pinter sucked. I wrote four pages three lines of absolutely nothing, which was a good practice in surrealism. I did the context, where Davies is going on and on about absolutely nothing (besides the clock)... and so I wrote absolutely nothing about that, and ooh, the time really flew. Talk about the clock.

Plath was fine; but I hardly did any paragraphing and kept referring to poems all over the place, which got me a little irritated. Nothing seemed to click tight, the way it has to when you do an essay right. Then I did Forster, and by this time I'd finally gotten over my nerves and was writing something really brilliant but as I got to the bottom of the fourth page, time ran out... though I'd said practically all what I wanted to say anyway.

Was it much better than the Lit 1? You know, I'm really not sure. By how much will Forster outweight Pinter? What if I end up with a "B"? Dear God, PLEASE DON'T LET ME GET A "B". An "A" would be really nice, thanks. But if I don't get there, if I don't deserve to get there, (but I really really really really studied........) PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME SOMETHING AS AMBIGUOUS AS A "B"; give me a "C" or something. Like, tell me I'm a loser and tell it to me straight. Don't smash me with a "IF I HAD DONE PINTER A LITTLE BETTER..."

Alright... and now I'll go on to thrash the Unseen paper, which I can't study for. And these dodos have actually scheduled it for next Thursday.

HOLIDAYS ARE OFFICIALLY HERE.
(Not that I want to rub it in for the rest of you... but hey, I do.)

Your magical style is Faery.

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Oh my god. I can so totally connect to this.

MOM FINDS OUT ABOUT BLOG

MINNEAPOLIS, MN—In a turn of events the 30-year-old characterized as "horrifying," Kevin Widmar announced Tuesday that his mother Lillian has discovered his weblog.

Widmar, whose blog was recently discovered by his mother Lillian (inset).
"Apparently, Mom typed [Widmar's employer] Dean Healthcare into Google along with my name and, lo and behold, PlanetKevin popped up," Widmar said. "I'm so fucked."

In an e-mail sent to Widmar Monday, Lillian reported in large purple letters that she was "VERY EXCITED :)!!!" to find his "computer diary," but was perplexed that he hadn't mentioned it to her.

Upon receipt of the e-mail, Widmar mentally raced through the contents of his blog. He immediately thought of several dozen posts in which he mentioned drinking, drug use, casual sex, and other behavior likely to alarm his mother.

"I don't have one of those sites that's a big tell-all about one-night stands and wild parties," Widmar said. "I mostly write about the animation I like or little things that happen to me and my friends. But there are definitely things in there that I wouldn't, well, write home to Mom about."

Fortunately for Widmar, Lillian's comments about the site indicate that she has not delved deeply into its contents.

"Mom's main comment was that I look tired in the photos from my birthday party, so I'm guessing that she didn't get past the first page yet," Widmar said. "She will, though. She will."

Widmar said he expects his site to provide Lillian with ample cause for worry.

"Even on that benign front page, she found something to freak out about," Widmar said. "She read the entry for Monday, where I mentioned how much I hate my job, and e-mailed to say that she hoped I wasn't thinking of quitting in this economy."

"Mom had a fit when she found out that I put my television on my credit card," Widmar added. "If she reads about how I was with my friend Jayson when he got pulled over for drunk driving, I'll never hear the end of it."

"Oh God," Widmar said with a gasp. "Three days ago, I wrote something about buying pot!"

Widmar said that the idea of his mother immersing herself in the boring details of his life is just as frightening as the idea of her discovering his misconduct.

"Really, the blog is just a record of what I think about the world and how I spend my free time," Widmar said. "In other words, exactly the sort of information that no 30-year-old wants his mom to have access to."

Widmar said he imagines his inbox filling up with e-mails containing elaborate questions about an off-hand comment on Kill Bill—or, should he appear to have too much free time, requests for him to come and visit her.

"I know enough not to tell Mom that I'm seeing a girl until it's serious," Widmar said. "Now, she's going to know exactly who I hang out with, where I go, and what I spend my time doing on a daily basis. I am so in hell right now."

"God, my links alone contain unlimited fodder for Mom's neuroses," Widmar said. "She'll have access to not only my life, but the lives of all my friends who have web sites. She'll have the names of all the places in Minneapolis where we hang out, which she can—and will—look up. With the raw materials in my blog, she could actually construct an accurate picture of who I am. This is fucking serious."

"To think that I was happy that Mom was e-mailing instead of calling ever since [Widmar's sister] Karen got her online last year," he added. "I didn't see the danger."

According to Widmar, there's "no fucking chance" that Lillian will simply give the site a cursory look and never return.

"Mom loves hearing every boring detail of her kids' lives," he said. "She'd want to know what I'm eating for dinner every night, if she could. This blog is like porn for her."

"Come to think of it, why do I sometimes write about what I ate for dinner?" Widmar asked.

Seeing his blog through his mother's eyes, Widmar said he knows there's no way the site can remain unchanged.

"I know Mom will instantly become the site's most avid reader and most vocal fan," Widmar said. "As I write it, I'll think, 'How would Mom feel about this?' Even worse, I'm sure she'll give the address to all our relatives."

All of the tactics Widmar has considered to divert his mother seem unworkable.

"I could take it down for a few weeks, but I know she wouldn't just forget about it," Widmar said. "I could edit the site and send my other readers through a back door, to another blog just for them. But, I mean, that's just ridiculous."

If Widmar starts a blog at a new address, without his full name this time, he said he risks losing "close to 100" regular readers.

As of press time, Widmar had not decided whether to shut PlanetKevin down.

"The clock is ticking," Widmar said. "I've gotta act fast. At this very minute, she might be reading about the time I did Ecstasy last summer. If Mom finds that entry, I can pretty much count on our conversations for the next year being centered on the dangers of drug use."

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Histrionic Personality Disorder - individual often displays excessive emotionality and attention seeking in various contexts. They tend to overreact to other people, and are often perceived as shallow and self-centered.

Avoidant Personality Disorder - individual is socially inhibited, feels inadequate, and is oversensitive to criticism

Dependent Personality Disorder - individual shows an extreme need to be taken care of that leads to fears of separation, and passive and clinging behavior.

Ah. So I have about three personality disorders???

... Lit 1 was over today. The questions were relatively easy, esp. if you consider that last year's A level Rossetti question was "How far would you agree that Rossetti's poetry is morbidly emotional?" or something to that effect. Therefore there was completely no reason for me to do what I did, i.e. freak out and waste HALF AN HOUR crossing stuff out and re-writing them.

This, owing to the fact that I chose to begin the Rossetti question first, as I normally score better for it than for Shakespeare. So I did the context question, but the problem was they asked how it was characteristic of her other works, whereupon I started off with a very essay-like intro. Shortly afterward I started feeling extremely disoriented as "This is an essay-essay type intro" + "This is a CONTEXT question" = "I must've done something WRONGGGG!!!!" threw me into a total panic. So I freaked, and I freaked, and my paper just about went out of the window next to which I was sitting.

It got so bad that I quit the Rossetti (after half an hour!!!) and started on Much Ado instead. And I was so jumpy about the time by then (we have one hour for each essay) that I didn't even plan... just read the question, highlighted parts of it, and hurled myself headlong. Thank goodness it went well... I didn't get to write much (four pages, in EXTREMELY LARGE handwriting) but managed to throw in some comparisons on Shakespeare's source stories, so with that bit of value-added I should do alright. I did the context for Othello as well... properly this time, thank goodness, and then wrote four pages for Rossetti in half an hour. I don't care that much for Shakespeare, as I usually pass it by about two marks. But then again I usually get an "A" on Rossetti to even it up. Now I will have to bank completely on Lit 3 and 8, and I'm not even sure if the same thing will happen again.

Lit 3 will be better Lit 3 will be better Lit 3 will be better.

(It can't get much worse.)

You are too innocent and sweet for your own good.


Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You?
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Hmm I like the picture, even if I disagree with the words. There are people who can bear witness to the reality of my inner nature... if they still have their heads on that is.

... And I SWEAR that clocks were sadistic inventions created especially to torture students, who "absolutely have got to read this stack of notes by today", and then they look up at the clock and scream.

Exams on Monday. Tick-tock.

I read your blog... which is the place I got these lyrics.

I wish I could help you feel better, that there was some instant magical pill or word or touch or at least a fail-proof lie detector. I wish that people could be what we believed them to be. I feel like crying for you right now, and I mean it, because you are the last person on earth to deserve all this...

I revise what I said, because I know you don't believe in just screaming and thrashing it all out (and look what you did to your wardrobe... got a sore toe). But after reading your blog I took a look at our e-mails too (I saved them as well) and I want you to know that YOU DID EVERYTHING RIGHT... you stuck to what you wanted and managed to overcome that fear at least for all this while -- now isn't that a triumph on your part? -- and you tried, you really really did try, despite all those emotional hurdles and everything, and IF THERE IS ONE PERSON IN THIS WORLD WHO OUGHT TO BE SHOT, IT SHOULD BE THAT CHEATING, LYING, LOW-LIFE TWO-TIMING SCUMBAG.

I hope that you will continue to believe in love, and hope, and trust, all those fast fading things. DON'T LET THAT BE SOMETHING ANYONE CAN EVER TAKE AWAY FROM YOU. LEAST OF ALL THAT EMOTIONAL FUCKWIT.

2 + 2 = 5
Radiohead

Are you such a dreamer
To put the world to rights
I'll stay home forever
Where two and two always makes a five

I'll lay down the tracks
Sandbag and hide
January has April showers
And two and two always makes a five

My feelings toward the upcoming "A" level exams can basically be summed up by the chorus of REM's "End of the World":

It's the end of the world as we know it!
It's the end of the world as we know it!
It's the end of the world as we know it!
And I feel fine...

The only things I can ever get worked up and passionate and very, very perfectionistic about are things that really matter to me... and there are very few of them. (Though I feel very guilty about all the money my mom shells out for my education.) Granted, I like Math, and if you get me really drunk I might even say I like Econs... but Literature beats them all hands down.

(Speaking of Literature... the Lit dept in Hwa Chong has got to be the most laid back ever. This is by no means a criticism, because they have my full unadulterated approval. Ms Heng, who is by far the most disciplined one of them all, recently returned my Lit S prelim script marked entirely in pencil. The Lit dept has got the most life in them.)

And then there are my Lit S exams... which I don't have high expectations for. My sister was the star of her Creative Arts Program, she takes Literature in University and is among the best of her cohort, getting on the Dean's List three times... and she got an Ungraded for Lit S while she was in JC. Erika, my senior, was described fervently by Ms Lim as "amazing... she could eat, breathe, sleep and dream Lit" and yet she only got a Merit. I don't know about Ailin and Min, but Mi'er, Sijia and I discussed this once, and we all agreed that we didn't expect a Distinction in the slightest way. Then I said, "Don't you all think it's kind of sad? That we don't even expect that much from ourselves?" and Mi'er pointed out, very rightly (I've always remembered this...) that "I think it would be sadder if we did it for the sake of the Distinction."

Therefore Lit is the one and only thing that I study for the sake of enjoyment and not for the grade... which is a rare thing, nowadays. I fought so hard to take S Lit, and now that our class discussions are over, I've had all the fun I wanted. I even sort of enjoy writing the Lit S script itself; I like it all the better because I don't have to care whether I will score or not. If the examiners don't like what I say, they can kiss my fanny.

Alright... got to go feed the cat. Incidentally what I'm going to feed him is my lunch, because he has learned how to beg (reaching up to tap-tap my elbow while I'm eating)... in addition to opening cupboard doors and sleeping in the oven (by crawling through the ventilator).

Update on my life:

Chocolate intake: sky-high
Food intake: down

Therefore by the principles of mathematical addition and subtraction,

Weight: Constant (assuming constant Marginal Propensity to Convert food into energy and also constant Marginal Propensity to Shit, and that chocolate and food are substitutable i.e. cross-elasticity more than 0)

Also, assuming 2-sector economy, I am helping the country raise its aggregate expenditure by consuming increasing output of chocolate. By ensuring that output does not exceed money supply, i.e. MV=PY, I am critical in preventing instability of economy.

Ah yes. Worthy member of society am I. I have found my purpose in life, and that is to consume chocolate.