indulge me....

Your Birthdate: September 14

With a birthday on the 14th of the month (5 energy) you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas, and you are also very good at organization and systematizing. You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine, and rebel against it. You have a tendency to shirk responsibility.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

ENFP - The Champion You scored 72% I to E, 21% N to S, 42% F to T, and 57% J to P!

Your type is known as the Champion type, which is part of the larger group called idealists. Nothing occurs that does not have some deep and ethical significance in your eyes. You see life as an exciting drama. You are very charismatic, yet tend to be too harsh on yourself for not being as genuine as you think you should be. 3% of the population shares your type. As a romantic partner, you need to talk about what is going on in your life. You are a strong supporter for your partner's efforts to grow and change and be happy. You need to feel that same support from your partner. Expressive, optimistic, and curious, you are eager to enjoy new experiences with your partner, whom you wish to be your confidant and soul mate, as well as play mate. You are uncomfortable sharing negative emotion, though, and tend to withdraw from confrontation and process your feelings privately. You feel most loved when your partner appreciates your creativity, accepts your uniqueness, and sees you as the compassionate person you are. You need to hear your partner tell you how much you mean to them and would love if they did thoughtful spontaneous things to demonstrate it. Your group summary: idealists (NF) Your type summary: ENFP

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 82% on I to E You scored higher than 16% on N to S You scored higher than 42% on F to T You scored higher than 60% on J to P

Link: The LONG Scientific Personality Test written by unpretentious2 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Not that I'm important but it feels the world does things just to piss me off

I just had to blog this

Someone’s laptop has been playing “Eidelweiss on the erhu repeatedly

First of all, THE ERHU

WTF!

And two, Somebody actually downloaded the damn thing

WTF!

Marred by incoherence

How can ANYBODY think Lindsay Lohan (ESPECIALLY post boobs) can be hotter than this chica!

In other wor(l)ds,

I want to bitchslap some people. I really do. And the binder's not helping. Everytime it comes up in the conversation, all the swearwords flow like Niagra Falls. I cannot complete a sentence with the word binder in it without saying Flying Underpants Coming KABLAM! (this is a pathetic attempt to stop cussing)

NOW I REALLY WANT TO bitchslap people.

And i'm feeling anti-social. I just want to go far away. And not have to communicate. sit in a place where people understand non-verbal communication. like sheep.

hear me baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I have nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo life.
*whinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhinewhine*

And this is also a big shoutout to everybody who listens to me whine about pretty much the same things.
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou
thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankouthankyouthankyou

that's what you need family and buddies for :)
Who needs the rest of you !
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

thats what are friends are for

I'm so proud of you.

really.

7 years of bad luck, you shoulda known that, when the mirror went tinkle on the floor.

I just broke my hand mirror.
in the law toilet nonetheless.
Its like going right up to Sauron and poking him in his eye

ok, I just realised how stoned I was , re reading my previous entry. Since, I am too lazy to edit it, I have decided to celebrate my imperfections

In commemaration , here's a quick contest for my very small pool of readers

Spot the number of mistakes

and win a HOT date with Kurd Kurmit-on*

** Looks a hell lot like Tad Hamilton, just froggier with an arabic accent

the sounds of the fully sated

i just realised that I posted up a blank post

poignant but relatively useless.

anyway, down to business..... the weekend was a blast. I fulfilled my female phermones (ah hah! finally, as I who have been christened the she-male minus the extra bits) by eating, shopping for all essentials and oogling.

As you can see, all good things start off with good intentions but they screw up and that's when things get wicked. =) I was supposed to

[ Ok pause, I have to write this down. There's this guy at the forum with a damn loud voice, chanting buddhist verses and walking around. I swear to god, I thought he was the P.A system, before I realised that NUS had no P.A system because it would be half-baked dumb ass idea. But seriously, I swear it must be anDolby he swallowed.[cue advert idea : dolby surround sound, so loud you only need to swallow it once] . I haven't heard this kinda buddhist chanting since Uncle Peter's Bus*]

shop for J's present (good intention) but Topshop was having a SALE and I saw this lovely top (actually i saw this even lovelier empress cut top but I was being a penny pincher) which I had to buy and nice underwear!! Afterwhich, I really needed to get this other vintage-y looking interesting top from s and k and other girly stuff. (wicked and so much better =]) But I did get some ideas for J's present. Yes, that is rationalisation.

Oh, Please try the fried mars bar. It sounds disgusting but its heavenly. Its chewy, sweet, not too sweet, melty all at one go. Its quite an experience. I mean, first you feel quite a bit of trepidation because it just looks like doughy-balls and frankly, FRIED mars bar sounds quite gross (I have this thing about spicy stuff not mixing with sweet stuff. Yes, its like Adrian Monk but I'm less smart) but its not. Its looks that way so that they can sift through the pile of peasants to arrive at the true connoisseurs. PLEASE DO NOT RANK YOURSELF AS A PEASANT!

Ok time travelling back to Friday and the dinner. Well, it was okay. It was back at the Kent Ridge Guild House, the last time was during K's engagement, where Anuj dragged Halimah down as well and they were doing the weeping willow thing of "I waaaaaaaaaana get maaaaaaaaaried" and after which this girl we knew, proceeded to hit on some random sec2 guy. hahahhahahahahahah.

This dinner was interesting because we had so much fun with our Law R tutor. Boy, I'm really really glad that we got her. She's really one helluva fun woman. Actually, I like most of my tutors (considering I only have three and its really saying a lot. Considering, the amount of shit I used to go through in school, it IS rather surprising for me to like my tutors on the spot. and they liking me back. I am assuming it is mutual thing. well, it better be) and the food was alright.

Okay you can tell me I am stoning. Yes, i am .
so i'm going to end off the post with an addition on he seveny seven things since there are quite a number of additions that have been tagged on.. so this is a mesh from fatma, shaan and anantya and some other people who deserve credit if I could remember who I snuck it off but in case, but in case this is yours.. Thank you.

Seven things that attract me to people of the opposite sex
1. smile/laugh
2. long torsos
3. eyes
4. to be able to make me laugh (which, trust me, is MINIMUN criteria, since I laugh at anything and everything)
5. getting all male and gruff everytime they do something nice but don't want to acknowledge it
6. ability to banter with me and diss me
7. ok, you and I know that we're both thinking it, those kissalicious lips =)
( 8. ability to dye hair and not go through a personality makeover (WHAAAAAAAAAT! ok fine, it doesn't count, I'm just being a bitch)

Seven things I say the most
1. wa lau ( i kid you not)
2. are you kidding me?
3. bitch
4. whaaaaaaaaaaaaat (with that many a's)
5. wa, sian.
6. i'm boredd
7. eh, so how?

Seven celebrity crushes(female)
1. Angelina Jolie
2. The hot hunter from Brother's Grimm
3. Jessica Alba, the brunette (J.A, the blonde is a skank)
4. Nicole, the lead singer from Pussy Cat Dolls (man, she is smokin')
5. Hilary Duff
6. Jennifer Garner
7. Malika Sherawat

Seven celebrity crushes(male)
1. Brad Pitt
2. George Clooney
3. Paul Walker. (can't act but so deeelicious)
4. Marat Safin
5. Heath Ledger
6. Ryan Reynods (perhaps, this would explain my orientation towards POSERS)
7. Duncan from Blue.

(8. Bryan Boyd
9. Rob Thomas
10. Matthew Mcouneghy
11. Matthew Goode
Etc. Etc. I know it said 7 but seriously, numbers should never pose a problem when it comes to hot guys)

Till further stupidity, tra la


* Uncle Peter was my brother's ACJS bastard, sour puss bastard (why be diplomatic?) bus driver who played buddhist chants every morning because one boy told him "uncle, the 98.7 radio station, you play every morning is very nice" and he got pissed that the boys actually had some semblence of pleasure in a draconian bus (nobody could talk to each other, eat or in general, behave as rowdy young boys do) so he switched it to some guy who droned on in Thai. The reason why I feel so much is, not because I felt sorry for my bro, its more because I had to listen to it in the morning, it being SO FREAKING LOUD that I woke up.

beauty in pain

It is dusk and the light filters through the evening curtain, casting a non descript pattern. A lone figure is there, next to the piano, swaying silently despite the chatter from the background.

She stands next to the piano, her fingers trailing on the familiar notes. Her shoulders are strong but stooped, the burden of holding back the sorrow too great. Her tears fall silently on the carpeted floor. She lets her fingers fall of the piano as she moves in time to the music, to notes that only she could hear, the background noise gradually fading away. Her heart is heavy with sorrow, sorrow that she could never express as she thought about how she used to feel in his arms. The way he used to clasp her, keeping her warm, safe and secure. She burrowed deeper into her shawl, trying to recreate that exact feeling. But deep inside, she knew he would never come back.

Somewhere, together with the strains of the violin, large racking sobs could be heard.

-- If Nigel Kennedy’s Solitude was a visual

Rich melodies pregnant with meaning, spilling out slowly, like strewn rose petals on satin pillows. Notes that speak of things that was and will be. Things that may never change, things that signify regret

It’s a lovely and haunting song.

because I say LOOOOOOOOOOOOK at me.

I was suffering from this quiz/survey/shamelessly exhibiting myself mentally. withdrawal and hence, I stole this from Anu ( I have to say steal because she doesn't know I took it yet...YET )


7 things i like the most:-

1. Nice Music
2. Good Food
3. Laughing
4. Having long deep conversations about universe and all with a choice few friends
5. Receiving letters and/or gifts unexpectedly
6. Origami and/or crafts
7. Hot guys (BRAD PITT)

7 things that scare me:-

1. those little beetle things that fly around towards the light
2. knowing that someone is pissed at you
3. not having anything to do at all
4. failure
5. losing someone i really love
6. regrets
7. wearing contacts.

7 random facts about me:

1. There are occasions when I do shut up
2. I believe that making wishes on green M&Ms make them come true
3. When eating bread, I usually eat the crust first or last
4. I really don't hate my bro :]
5. I walk on my toes
6. I rent soppy movies and watch them alone, feeling happy :]
7. I love walking in the rain

7 things i plan to do before i die:-

1. Learn the fine art of not inserting foot into mouth
2. Bunjee Jump/sky dive
3. Visit every famous historic area in the world or atleast, Europe ( if not, every famous museum in the world)
4. Join an NGO and help the fight against child Aids
5. Do something substantial with my interest in Lit
6. Go skinny dipping
7. Teach

7 things i cant do:-

1. Shut up
2. cycle (believe it or not, I forgot how to)
3. ever spend $ 300 bucks on an item of clothing just because it was branded
4. detox (yes, the despair is driving me crazy)
5. marry brad pitt :(
6. be ultra neat and tidy.
7. act cutesy (eew)

this one's for you, Gau =P

Since SOME PEOPLE thought my previous post was too intelligent, I shall show you, like, the real ME.


Oh my god, like today, was so horrible. I mean, I had to wake up at like 8 a.m and take like, the bus to school, all by myself and like, why do so many people have to take the bus at the same time. I mean, people, its like obvious math, too many people in like little bus is soooooo equal to like icky. And so many children. I mean, like, I know sex is fun and all, but seriously, birth control people!! Am I like, the only, one who has like, any responsibility in the country?? And seriously, people like me, are so only, like meant to be chauffered. Like DUH.

And then, I mean, I had to come to school, (like helllllo? at 8.am. that's like dawn?!!) and i mean, it just had to start pouring and like, my new heels just got like, so wet and I was thinking "wassup, GOD, Give me like one break! I mean, it was like 2 strikes already. you know like, number one was like, the waking up and like number two, was like the bus" oof, whatever. and then my god, I come to like lecture and like see A, practically like, sitting on my seat. I mean , it was one seat away but still like, around me, you know, that V word..vicinity or something, I mean, she so knows I don't like dig her and I know it was just so she could get X to sit next to her. like hello?! OB-VI-OUS. some girls are just soo meant to be like, cheap but man, seriously, subtlety is a word she should learn. But anyway, X looked and smile at me like twice. like OMG OMG OMG OM G OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG so cool. He is like soo hot. and he knows like, who I am!! *squeal*

Met the girlies for like lunch and there was this like massive bitching session and like, OMG, half way, you would never believe who we saw. I know!! it was S!! OMG, she looked so bad in her un co-ordinated green stripey tights and like orange skirt. Like serious fashion faux paus. Everybody and I mean like, EVERYBODY so knows,orange and green only look good as colour pencils. and the boyfriend she was like so proud of, OMG, he is so ugly! HA! I mean, seriously, for all the bragging she did, HA! I mean, seriously. whatever *roll eyes*

And I'm telling you like Mr C has so in it for me. Like he picked on me to do 4 questions. Seriously, who really cares what the law says, I know I'm like supposed to be in the course and all that but like Daddy says, I'll marry a rich guy AnyWay so like, why should it matter?! Urgh, teachers. Like Seriously, I have so much more things to do than like sit around and read some old guy's (who's probably dead anyway) like opinion on some stuff. i mean, how do u spell BOOOOORING.

omg, fashion emergency, can't type. I just broke my nail. urgh. laptops. I shall ask Daddy for a personal secretary. I mean, typing, is so bad for my nails. Just cuz tech geeks, spend all their money on like, i dunno, cd thinggys, doesn't mean other people , with a life, do not need to look good, while they do work. Like, hello, where do these people stay.

anyway, ta, darlings.

P/s: Its ficticious. I don't have that much of a life. haha

count my fingernails if you are bored. there are only ten of them anyway.

my god. I should never blog if I am running on nothing but myself and minimal sleep. ( edit: this was written before I read my previous post and marvelled that at my shittiest, I am more coherent that at my best)

No matter what any shit review says, go WATCH The Brothers Grimm. It is a fantastic movie, highly intriguing and engaging. Its got an interesting unpredictable plot and a damn hot female.who is not Monica Belluci and a odd looking ginger bread man. and its quirky. At any rate,at its worst, atleast you can diss Heath Ledger for not looking like himself. Its actually one of the better movies I've seen in the theaters in a while. I think they should develop this sort of eclectic genre instead of spinning off Asian movies. I mean, don't you think that they would have got the hint already?! The Ring sucked. Ring 2 sucked more because Hollywood tried to sprinkle its magic on it. Dark water will suck because it just will. In Law school, you learn all about precedence. Somebody should teach it to them because looking at precedence, I don't have to watch Dark Water to know that its going to suck.

It was quite interesting that at the end of the day, I discovered De had no idea who was acting I mean, Matt Damon did look like an artful pansy but look at the FELLA, He SCREAMS MATT DAMON.(And I know its because he is Matt Damon and that's how impossible it is to not notice him being Matt Damon) Now you can also understand why its ok to diss Heath Ledger here. because frankly, he looks like crap (*stage whisper* in case you are like De, he's the one on the left. the LEFT)

as compared to the God he was here.

The movie is still excellent, though. And so is Heath Ledger.

De and I came to the conclusion after much screaming in the bus to why guys might be so uncomfortable with gay guys alone. Its because they think they're too hot.

Really!!!

Girls don't have issues with hanging out with lesbians because they don't assume the girl is going to hit on them, just because they are lesbian. girls, being the insecure creatures we are, assume we're not hot enough to randomly and constantly get hit on. Guys on the other have no issues with being too Ugly (or even Ugly,especially the ones which are fugly and act like they are fucking hot.(yes yes, I know, who am I to judge but seriously, even if u are ugly, who said you can't diss ugly people. It gives you less right to diss them but doesn't revoke your right to diss people. And besides, I just like bitching. I have decided to embrace me as I am and quit trying to exorcise the bitch in me because, have you seen the Exorcist??! ) Its like the blonde hair thing I have against Indian guys. Its fine if they have blonde hair, just don' t act like having peroxide on your head is a fucking personality makeover. Having blonde highlights does not make you Heath Ledger. (Nothing will make you Heath Ledger,fyi) Ok, anyway, dye your hair. just don't dye your personality. I don't mean this against all Indian fellas and blonde highlights do look good on some guys, just don't let the bleach fizz out the braincells)

Where were we?!

Oh, yup since, guys are so assured with their looks, they think that any gay is just dying to hit on them because they are too hot. They cannot imagine, the gay guy not wanting to hit on them. Frankly, they might be affronted if they do not get hit on.

Or maybe, they just have nothing to talk about.

naaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I just realised,my thought pattern very much followsone of those never ending Russian dolls. The one you keep opening and finding a smaller version of it inside. I web out. I digress. Hence,I distract myself.

"wa lau but I lobe you"

for one thing, I'm known to be quite an Ah Lian. I mean, Janice was bad enough but I guess Ah Lian is something I deserve. but wa lau.

Return concert was dismal and that is quite an understatement. I had one of the worst experiences emcceing. I have never felt so awkward up there and feeling nothing coming back from the audience, its terrible. And feeling zero rapport, its an inbuilt mechanism to switch to my nervous mode. Man, and yes, other people, twitch and crack their knuckles, I just talk. And Í'm not used to feeling this way. I definitely am not. On the bright side, just about half way through it "I was thinking, fuck all. Who cares?" So, what if these people think I am an idiot. Its not like your impressions really matter. And yes, so I screwed up. Its probably going to just be filed as "humiliating moment 847929" And after a while, you just get used to feeling like an idiot.

This is why I hate law school sometimes. Feeling awkward in my own skin is not something I need right now, especially when I am suffering from all these pangs of cultural and identity crisis. I'm not used to feeling unsure of myself. I'm not used to thinking so much before doing things (for that matter, I'm not used to thinking at all) and I''m definitely not used to giving much weight to other people's opinions. I don't know what happened but I want to revert back to the happy-go-lucky self. The Bo chap self that is still a motor mouth (This is distinguishable from energiser bunny on carrot juice because motor mouth implies some sort of control mechanism in place, unlike the former, which just represents a drunk insane uncontrollable urge ) and brash. urgh. Maybe this is growing up - starting to realise you can't say or dowhat you want regardless of what people think. Because you need to integrate into society and chances of you meeting someone who is programmed to think like you is far and few between.

And that's not even touching all the academia crap I have to go through. Talking (Well, typing) about academics , Torts test was a revelation, not about law but about a new scientific phenomenon

Now I'm sure many of you have experienced this strange unexplainable feat during a test which has a dumbass time limit , especially when, due to divine intervention (you really cannot explain it any other way), you actually have loads of things to say. And due to the dumbass time limit, you realise you have to squeeze three and a half million words in 5 minutes. And this phenomenon occurs

Your brain knows that logically, for you to squueze n number of words in 5 minutes, your hands have to write faster and it sends a signal to your hand nerve "FASTER!". However, what actually happens, in a yet unexplained biological interaction, is that your hands actually slow down. You can physically feel your hands, conciously slowing down, giving you the feeling of being filmed in slow motion. Like one of those climatic cinematic moments, when the one legged runner pushes through the final line, your hand slows to a standstill such that you can feel yourself pushing the pen and scratching the paper, line by line. Its like your hand is fighting with you, resisting you and every movement is a battle, pushing the pen to do what you want. Oddly, time seems to have moved on at a much faster rate and before you realise you scratched two lines, its over. This is what the Torts test taught me

On a brighter note, the chocolate buffet at the Fullerton was quite nice. And satisfying, did not exceed or meet expectations but it was not too bad. Chocolate is after all chocolate. But the fountain was fun and there were quite a few interesting concotions like choclate yoghurt.

I am going to sleep. should not function without it.