You scored as Sloth.
Sloth | 88% | ||
Wrath | 75% | ||
Pride | 69% | ||
Greed | 69% | ||
Envy | 69% | ||
Lust | 56% | ||
Gluttony | 38% |
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Thursday, March 10, 2005
Of course, online quizzes are most important especially when you are dying in front of the comp doing assignments
You scored as Sloth.
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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Of things in life I rather wish never did happened to me
Breakups are always horrible. I've experienced enough of those myself. Stories repeat day after day, from one to another. Tears never does dry. Not so soon.
The feeling sux. And while I wish I will never have to go through any break up anymore, I suspect that it is highly unlikely.
And relationship problems. He doesn't care enough for me, he makes decision without me yada yada. Why are human relationships so difficult to manage really? I mean, you hear about it, you console your friends; or yourself, but that's all you can do.
Let us put a halt to this sort of crap man. How, you ask? I donch know! Because when that situation comes along, my basic instinct is to keep my mouth tightly shut.
"What's wrong?"
".. Nothing."
I just hate those why-can't-you-just-tell-me situations, because I JUST CAN'T! And I know I am not at all making sense now.
(P.S. While I like to do the disappearing act myself every now and then, I just absolutely HATE the way I cannot find the person when I need to, because the phone is off. So charge along please)
No, I'm actually not speculating about my relationship. Really. No worries peeps, I'm doing good. Far better than my own expectations. I still flare up all the time and bite (not literally like you know who), but it has been great. At least there isn't situations where I meant something and he totally reads it the other way. And I think I fare pretty okay too. It's great that well, he just knows. :)
But well I mean, when did life ever did run smooth? I just don't wish to be too hopeful, it only means I fall from a greater height.
I don't know. I mean, with an angel going through so much life and death shit now, all these break ups and materialism seems, well, less important than it really might be. And while I do sympathise really, I just cannot help feeling helpless about someone else's something else.
And I do feel guilty at times, for not being a friend indeed, but instead, give comments on how one's life should be led without even really going deep in there to understand truly.
Like Ping says, there seem nothing much we can say, less nothing much we can do. But I just want to sum up our discussion of some sort:
There is no perfect balance between a relationship and a life.
Might be the curse of the modern world truly - 24/7 is not enough.
Sometimes, you need time out. Whether it is for yourself or for your friends.
The 'me' life 'me' time is actually very important.
The time spent to reflect about your surroundings and why you are in such a situation don't really count.
It is about simply lying in bed alone, listening to your favorite CDs, reading a good book. Thinking about yourself, or just, not thinking at all.
But I know. I am not you. I guess I do not really know. It may seem too much a luxury at this point and luxuries makes you feel guilty.
But it never did mean you as a bad friend.
Maybe you can do better, but so can many people about many many things.
Perhaps I was wrong; friends should not be judged by how much he/she is willing to sacrifice for. Or how much they are willing to do.
But you, my dearest, is someone I will run from Far East to Centerpoint (of course I will pant like siao and take very long).
Be strong.
The feeling sux. And while I wish I will never have to go through any break up anymore, I suspect that it is highly unlikely.
And relationship problems. He doesn't care enough for me, he makes decision without me yada yada. Why are human relationships so difficult to manage really? I mean, you hear about it, you console your friends; or yourself, but that's all you can do.
Let us put a halt to this sort of crap man. How, you ask? I donch know! Because when that situation comes along, my basic instinct is to keep my mouth tightly shut.
"What's wrong?"
".. Nothing."
I just hate those why-can't-you-just-tell-me situations, because I JUST CAN'T! And I know I am not at all making sense now.
(P.S. While I like to do the disappearing act myself every now and then, I just absolutely HATE the way I cannot find the person when I need to, because the phone is off. So charge along please)
No, I'm actually not speculating about my relationship. Really. No worries peeps, I'm doing good. Far better than my own expectations. I still flare up all the time and bite (not literally like you know who), but it has been great. At least there isn't situations where I meant something and he totally reads it the other way. And I think I fare pretty okay too. It's great that well, he just knows. :)
But well I mean, when did life ever did run smooth? I just don't wish to be too hopeful, it only means I fall from a greater height.
I don't know. I mean, with an angel going through so much life and death shit now, all these break ups and materialism seems, well, less important than it really might be. And while I do sympathise really, I just cannot help feeling helpless about someone else's something else.
And I do feel guilty at times, for not being a friend indeed, but instead, give comments on how one's life should be led without even really going deep in there to understand truly.
Like Ping says, there seem nothing much we can say, less nothing much we can do. But I just want to sum up our discussion of some sort:
There is no perfect balance between a relationship and a life.
Might be the curse of the modern world truly - 24/7 is not enough.
Sometimes, you need time out. Whether it is for yourself or for your friends.
The 'me' life 'me' time is actually very important.
The time spent to reflect about your surroundings and why you are in such a situation don't really count.
It is about simply lying in bed alone, listening to your favorite CDs, reading a good book. Thinking about yourself, or just, not thinking at all.
But I know. I am not you. I guess I do not really know. It may seem too much a luxury at this point and luxuries makes you feel guilty.
But it never did mean you as a bad friend.
Maybe you can do better, but so can many people about many many things.
Perhaps I was wrong; friends should not be judged by how much he/she is willing to sacrifice for. Or how much they are willing to do.
But you, my dearest, is someone I will run from Far East to Centerpoint (of course I will pant like siao and take very long).
Be strong.
Monday, March 07, 2005
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.
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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% |
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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
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.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
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.
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.
Friday, February 18, 2005
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
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
Sunday, February 13, 2005
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
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.
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
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.
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.