A friend in need is a friend indeed

Thought of what Kirpal said in class. Friends who help you out within their own comfort zones cannot yet be considered good friends. They are just friends. To be a friend in need, it must most likely involve certain form of self-sacrifice, like not meeting up with the man of your dreams to run a very important errand for, walk from Heeren to Lido to buy your movie ticket for you and pass it to you back in Heeren without grumbling.

How many such friends do I have? And to how many people, am I such a person to?



You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.

Musical/Rhythmic		96%
Verbal/Linguistic		82%
Bodily/Kinesthetic		79%
Intrapersonal		57%
Visual/Spatial		54%
Interpersonal		54%
Logical/Mathematical		36%

The Rogers Indicator of Multiple Intelligences
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I have 439 posts

And this is my 440th. I have been blogging since May 2002. Wow. No wonder all I wanted to do is to add 2 friends on my links, changed so little of the template and it took like more than the few seconds blogger promised to republish my blog.

I am blogging on 3G

Not. Think I crazy ah? If I don't die from the slow handwriting on the PDA, I would have died of the dizziness from the bus ride. But I did manage to read other's blog though(and felt very very dizzy after).

What is it about blogging? Why is my friend who is apparently a late bloomer for many things also into it now? (Nevermind, being 3 years late lah is okay, since you are making it up by the number of posts in your archives. :P)

I'm not going to write long and be any inspiring because I'm only supposed to be online to print out the notes for my open book test (yipee!) tommorrow.

*Warming my hands up for some major flipping*

But anyway, I am agreeing with many others who are whining about being too typical too normal too boring. I am feeling sick of not doing anything all the time. And it is not exactly because I have no friends to be with, or I have no activities to indulge with. But I just, well don't feel like it. Because it cost money, and it is indeed a touchy issue now. I'm shifting (and I am not ashame to say that it is definitely not an upgrade), and I want to be responsible for my own things. I mean, things like a wardrobe or a table that is for MY use, shouldn't I, someone who is financially unstable YET able, contribute? I want to anyway. And I believe I can do without a few nights out merlioning and worshipping the toilet bowl. Well there will always be those glorious days where we are THE queens and kings. But hey I only need to survive a few more months before it's all over and I will be (well hopefully) not just ABLE BUT STABLE. I can make a comeback and no one would have noticed that I've even left. ;)

Strangely though, it sort of hit me a while ago and I got so sick of this whole no life thingy that it affected me abit. Afterall as my Ping and I have said while we do buy a lot of things and I have only recently discovered that I have a wardrobe bigger than most people but I have always pride in being able to find my own way out and somehow manage my expenses such that I take very little from my parents, buy a lot of things, and in turn work my butt off and burn my weekends but never, ever had to borrow money from anyone. And I could always do what I felt like doing and buy what I desired most of the time, so this self restrain is not that easy. Plus I am but just back from an exchange which was travelling up north or down south every other weekend. It is S T A R K difference. And I'm just not used to it.

But we'll see how it goes. I will lighten up, and money IS anyway for spending. I'd set aside my 1-2k for the rainy renovation days but if I ask you out, you better be a nice friend and answer Your Highness with great enthusiasm.

Alamak, it's still quite long after all.

The confession of a high life tai tai

Disclaimer: To be read with the high pitched tai-tai voice.

Oh! *dramatic sigh* How absolutely booooooooring Singapore can be. Nothing to do, nowhere to spend my money on.

*dramatic rolling of the eye* Kind of miss the Phad Thai and Tom Yum Kung. Shall fly to Bangkok tommorrow for the weekend, and at the same time get my nails done, hair permed, and of course, MORE clothes, MORE shoes. I should buy a polaroid soon, to take pictures of my shoes, and place it outside my shoe box, or they risk being forgotten forever.

*dramatic light slap on the forehead* Oh high life oh high life... Where will I head next? Italy for pasta? Mexico for abalone?

Heeeeeeeaaaaadache ah *dramatic delicate shake of the head*

Inspired by Ping, of the akan datang taitaihui

It is happening again. I know what I have to do. I have an assignment due tommorrow and I have not even started on it. The fight for the computer is over - I now occupy it.

Yet.

I am looking through my old emails, had a good laugh after reading my PD tutor's email to us, on how much he missed us because he went on to SP to teach instead, and left us in J2.

He is my favorite teacher. I mean, how often do you meet a teacher who looked shocked when you actually made it to school and congratulate you on your effort, skipped PE for the whole 2 years back in NJ because he think he looks ridiculous as "A scrawny Indian in red shorts", laugh at you when you kanna caught for your chestnut colored hair, notice these little things and email you about it, like Hey are you still carrying THAT bag? or Don't talk to that boy anymore, he's evil!

I love him.

Yes baby, I agree that a teacher is above all other professions. The impact teachers leave on us is forever. I'm sure you'd still remember that primary school teacher who made you pee in your pants, or stand outside your class, or lock you out of the classroom or something.

And these memories remain forever.

My dear angels who decided to take on this impossible task, promise me to do your best, because as Marlor in the movie which featured my other boyfriend ALFIE said, (sorry, not Verbatim cos I cannot remember lah)

... You never meant to hurt anybody? But you already have.

Right about the most passe looking ecard...

But hey who cares,

Happy Chinese New Year!

May Ang Baos flood your brand new handbags!

P.S. My mummy just told me that you peeps born in the year of the Dog must wear more whites, yellows (gasps!) and ORANGE! (dbs uniform?)

Sorry my Rooster friends, I donch know what you guys should wear.

P.S. Why is it that when I look into Friendster (prying into people's not so private life again) and click on my JC classmates do I realise that most of them are kinda, not very normal? In a positive, artsy way I suppose. Better get some JC gathering going, gonna be rather amusingly fun.

I'm sick. I have some viral infection which the source and cause is unknown as of now. but I have been brutally rashed, and it has itched me to hell. So bad that the person who sleeps next to me could not sleep a wink and was reduced to watching Survivor on TV at wee wee hours while I kicked the blanket and cursed and sweared and snored.

Being Chong Hui Hui, of course, I still could sleep like a log. Only that I scratched and whined and don't remember a thing in the morning, except seeing the rashes are now full blown inflamed things, and of course apologise to the man.

I digress. Back to the pink things. I have one on my tummy which is so big, I wanted to take pictures and post it up to show everyone (it's now about the size of your fist when you clench it), but i realised my tummy has grown to such an astonishing size that it will be a total embarrassment to flash it to the world, only to make people wonder in their head,

"Wah Biang, she must be 4 months pregnant liao sia"

So no thank you.

And because of the rashes (which the poor innocent dog sty was a suspect), my room is now cleaned, aired, sheets are changed and my 3 pillows are waving in the sun. Which is a blessing in disguise, although it always smells really nice because of my air freshener, my collection of dust must have been real impressive already. So now we smell fresh air and can roll about the floor without worries!

And (hurrah to you)I've changed my mind about the Zara sale. Unless I happen to walk by, I'm NOT going to make a trip down purposely to shop there. With that kind of mentality, I will NEVA EVA be able to save up for a grad trip to anywhere (maybe Hantu-fied Phuket can, but no thank you).

But I miss real dress up till pretty pretty and sit at a corner and bitch days. Just girls. Hear: I crave girly outings. Help me back into civilisation please. I mean, it seems I have NOWHERE to wear these clothes to anymore!

While the mess is cleared in the dog sty, I found the journal Mark bought for me for Vday or Xmas, which I have decided to start 2005. But so far only 1 entry was made, and it was so GaWd damN boring. The sort of entry you will go prff at. So I vow to write it down in paper more often, and it should be more interesting than this rant heading nowhere.

Here are the things I set to achieve (more than once for some) like soon, but for those who are interested to make it happen for me, do click comment and RSVP by saying. Dear Mdm, I will be interested in event (a) My best possible timing is weeknights (etc).

a. Girly outing. Being a typical Singaporean sitting at coffee places (but can we go to somewhere with chocolate and/or icecream pls)
b. Skating
c. K-boxing
d. Write me a long email about your latest happenings
e. Bring me out for a spin. Not ME driving this time
f. Come to my place and let me offer you some baileys with milk or coffee. Or for the non-alcholics, you can try my Milo Dinosaur. Look through and gasps at my clothes and photos and laugh and roll around my bed with me
g. take the time to meet me and notice that I have chopped my hair off. Again.

SALE

Now on. Today! Who wants to go with me??

Anyways, this has been on my mind for the longest time, but yet not do anything about it.

It seems like every since I am back, I'm kinda different. Remember I was talking about how I am so not ready to head back into the socialising world? I still ain't. It's probably not Xenophobia (phobia of knowing new people?) but put me in a group setting and I will just fidget around, feeling uncomfortable but at the same time try to, and often succeed in looking as if I fit in well.

What is it with me? Of doing things to please others? Of being just human but looking perfect all the time just like the woman in Desperate Housewives? Well?

I donch know man. Honestly it seems so perfectly normal that sometimes I can even bluff myself that you are actually quite okay what. And Rose even said, in the first place, she don't think I have changed. I have always been kinda anti-social, in a weird way because it is only when you really know me that you know I'm not as much a social butterfly as what the words plastered on my forehead claims.

But truth is, as I quote baby, I am even more aloof than he is, despite his whole ah beng outlook.

But but, what's the whole point. I'm sure once I step into the workforce, real or fake, comfortable or not, you still have to clinch your deal, you still have to convince that auntie, you may have to drink and party with a tiko pek. So what's the big deal really?

Afterall, the show must go on.

You Are 21 Years Old

21 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?

My new found daily bread

Holy, this is good stuff man. Cheeky (whoever you are who stumbled on my blog), you rock man! I'm adding you to my links.

Anyways, click any one of this string of words to be thoroughly amused.

Anyway, this is class missing week sia. Never attend any of the 8.30am classes.

And Happy Hari Raya Haji to all the Muslim friends!