i don't like substandard work.
i mean, who does?
but if this is a group project, the least you could do was to check that there were NO grammatical errors. too much to ask?
then you could at least have made sure
Every Sentence Started With A Freaking Capital Letter.
please! my 4 year old cousin can do that, you can't and you wanted to hand it in.
shoddy.

so im annoyed.
and i did some test. some of its pretty accurate O:
well, at this point in time anyway.

You are very orderly, methodical and self sufficient. You demand and need the respect, recognition and understanding of all those who enter into your sphere on influence.

maybe and YES.

You are egocentric, antagonistic and quick to take offence, although it must be said, you can control your pent-up up emotion and thus avoid open conflict.You are feeling trapped by the situation as it stands at this time and what is more, you feel powerless to remedy it.

maybe, yes, no. never powerless

You are stressful, angry and disgruntled. You feel that everything that you try to do to change the situation is thwarted and your hopes and aspirations all seem to be receding into the ever distant future. You have reached the state where you now doubt whether your dreams will ever be achieved and this is not only causing mental stress but heartache.
You are anxious about all the limitations to which you are subjected to at this time.

MAYBE, NO, YES AND NO

You need to get away from it all - you need to have time to think, to recuperate, to be able to make your own decisions.

hah, get away from it all. my toes, oh my ten laughing toes.
i'm beginning to sound like Macbeth.
WHICH HAPPENS TO BE THE SOLE REASON BEHIND THIS POST.
anxiety, mental stress, DISGRUNTLED.
BUT macbeth wasn't disgruntled.
then again, i didn't kill no good naive king.
or have i.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

because everyone's been emailing this around, i shall be a spoilsport. and blog it instead :D
oh, and this link is for all you home-run loving people out there. click HERE. i've always wanted to WHACK and watch the ballsss flyyy.
-insert sweet smile here-

1.WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME? -squints eyes suspiciously- why must you know.

2.WHAT COLOUR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING? grey, and they're shorts.

3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Sewn, by The Feeling. oh okay, it just ended.

4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED? nah

5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? hee hee, a spoonful of milo. hello, everyone has random weaknesses

6.IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? something with a whacky name, like OOH. razzmatazz :D there actually is such a colour. well. says crayola anyway. its purplish-maroonish-pink-thing.

7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW? yay! just rained, now my toes are cold. >,<

8. LAST PERSON YOU TAlKED TO ON THE PHONE? umm, i think it was.. my brother. haha, he got worried cos he thought no one would pick him up from school. come to think of it, should have scared him and told him to come home by himself or something.

9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? ooh-er. sorry, im hopelessly superficial here. posture, then face, then voice. but that's not the first thing is it (:

10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS? uhh, quite a few sent me this. but alright, i likes them (:

11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? omg! haha- "how's life?" confi camp people should get this. im fine, thanks for asking, mister random question. or are youuu.
-looks funny at gender-bendered question-

12. FAVOURITE DRINK? eh, i can tell you what i don't like- 100 plus.

13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? OOOH. sorraye, don't drink. im a semi-teetotaller. sparkling juice doesn't count right.

14. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SPORT? haha! lemme think. im obliged to say tennis, but sports isn't really my thing. maybe baseball :D

15. HAIR COLOUR? black, maybe purple or green in time to come. we'll see. but NEVER golden or bronze or some pseudo-angmoh colour.

16.EYE COLOUR? dark brown i think.

17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? nope, but i want to.

18. SIBLINGS? one monster, one pest, and one that i haven't managed to group

19.FAVOURITE MONTH? MAY! may you, may i, yes we MAY! haha

20.FAVOURITE FOOD? oooh, cheesecake. mmm mmm MMM

21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? uhh, the last movie i can remember was The Pacifier on disney. but i have a feeling it wasn't the last. oh well, vin diesel's muscles are pzzzt, hot.

22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR? i don't have one actually. nope, not my birthday funnily enough. i live more for the occasions, and those aren't decided by dates, are they.

23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY? sunday morning rain is pouring, but yes, sunday!

24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? not shy, i happen to be a bolt-headed traditionalist who'd prefer to be asked out. haaaah, so sue me.

25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE? if its salty and black (which i suspect it is), then no.

26. SUMMER OR WINTER? summa summa baaabaye

27. HUGS OR KISSES? kisses

28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? chock-a-lot <33

29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK? -

30. Who's most LIKELY TO RESPOND? -

31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? -

32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS? um, at home with my mommy and daddy. cos im a lovely little girl :D

33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? oh my, i just realised O.O the most recent books have been my textbooks. ahhh! my biggest fear: muggertoadish! -must resist urge to flip chem textbook open- my toes -.-

34. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF? ahahaha, i switched it off and slept for 45 mins more. i INTENDED to wake up early though.

ehh, there's no 35!

36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET? nope

37. FAVOURITE SMELLS? haha, the first thing that came to mind was that manly-smelling soap. yes, that. and freshly cut grass, and ozone and the smell of some libraries, its a bookish smell (: at least i hope it comes from the books o_O"

38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU? anything can.

39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN? salted and sweet mixed

40. FAVOURITE CRISPS? i'll eat chips, but i don't have a favourite. i prefer chockalot!

41. FAVOURITE CAR? ooh, golf GTI. gots power, until i find another car that i like better.

42. FAVOURITE FLOWER? snorts, a weed- dandelion. then roses, deep red roses.

43. How MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING? uh, don't have one.

44. CAN YOU JUGGLE? can! just close your eyes. i'll tell you when im done (:

45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK? i think its friday. y'know TGIF.

46. RED OR WHITE WINE? neither

47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY? hah, i can't actually remember. i guess i woke up and wished me happy birthday.

48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD? nope, but i WILL! once i become legal.

49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING? depends on the day. 5 days a week, its "DAAAAMIT, why so early." not the world's best morning person. once my teeth are brushed im fine.

50. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS? parent-teacher meet tonight O:

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

maybe it never was anyone.
maybe it was just me.
that i've changed. from who i was when we first became friends.

haven't you changed as well?
change is the only constant, after all. can i use communication as an excuse.
we got so used to talking, we forgot to communicate.

im beginning to feel not so kindly towards change.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

do you ever have those moments?
when you're looking at a page of words... spacing out.
suddenly, you look at the page again and realise nothing makes sense. the letters don't form words. just, gibberish.
then you think
"what the hell's uruguay and what'm i doing here."
and cary on with whatever you were doing.

not making much sense am i.
i don't know.
been feeling antagonistic towards someone lately. like the page of words.
one day i looked at said person and didn't understand what i was doing hanging with.
it don't make sense, there hasn't been a specific reason for my annoyance.
and it is not pms.

thing is, i am not thinking about some south american country and moving on.
im wondering why we became friends in the first place. you can tell, if you watch me.
im not the tightest-shut book in the world.

been making excuses for my aloofness.
haven't said anything. we'll see how it goes.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

TAG REPLIES:

SARAH CHEONG! what nonsense.
hello all, im here to attempt and salvage the remnants of my dignity.
there was NO hanky panky going on during confi camp. at all.

dan, you and keith- shakes head.

sarah cheong! you hello kitty you (hahaha, whose girlfriend is she anyway?) fr JP learnt new stuff, maybe you too -ooh er- but not little ol innocent me.

john, hello. still me y'know. you kaypoh with a capital K.

and cheryl! THANK YOU, the only sane person here. haha, you egopok. but yes, wouldn't have been as enjoyable without you or llama, or (groan) as much as i hate to admit it, sarah.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

CONFI CAMP PICS!
they went crazy in our speeshal room.
PILLOWFIGHT! i just stood there and laughed and laughed.
and took incriminating evidence -conniving grin-


LLAMA KILLED SARAH OMG!
there's sarah dead on the floor..



bet sarah's secretly a zombie.
she got up and ran away in her stripey socks O:
llama still in shock on the floor.
cheryl's hand and knee have cameos.



cheryl was bouncing OR llama has parkinson's.
which is why we all see eight eyes instead of her normal four eyes ::::)
interactive picture- try and SPOT THE SARAH!



after everyone calmed down (:



now they're REALLY calmed down. half knocked out i bet.
whoops, what's cheryl doing up?


there was a LOT of arm wrestling going on. so we're all feeling super strong :D
especially sarah! but she looks constipated here. oh well, win some, lose some.



GRAVITY MADE US DIZZY.
i swear, look at this long enough and you'll go dizzy.
must be our awesome hotness, sexiness, gorgeousness and.. ANAKNESS!



we're trying to touch our noses with our tongues. look at sarah O:
HEE HEE. i have a loooong tongue. just that its shy (:





the idea was "look ma! no shorts!" i kinda spoilt it >,<



our POSTER :D check out the old man's armpit hair and his funky boxers!
everyone was making loads of horny paedophilic comments >.<

should have been longer, camp..

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

:DD

okay jo, confi camp was fun. especially with the company i had (:
llama, cheryl and sarah, hearts!! <33
pictures later, maybe vids. i need to go do weights, i was defending loser for arm-wrestling -.-
sarah cheong is the best example of "looks can be deceiving". 3 seconds! and then we actually had a WHOLE room to ourselves, until they chased us out because it was 50 bucks a night or something. oh well.

sat so much my ass hurts, and that's saying alot (considering the padding i have). but the sessions.. umm. enjoyed interaction more than the session itself. DO WE DOM? (: and project cheerio, proud moment there. and "RENOUNCE REVENGE, RETURN 'R'OVE!" :D and rere and biceps :O

I SLEPT IN 16 DEGREE CELSIUS AIRCON, in tee and fbts. I ROCK MAN.
actually i was dead freezing, and i tried to wake llama up at like 4 in the morning. but she was dead to the world :O actually she wasn't, but she went "grwahmumblemumbleyes.." so.. i left her alone and used my tiny puny towel for a blanket. character-building!

heard the guys had 4 aircons at the same temperature. haha, and half of them ended up on the bench outside. dorrrville? :D to be totally non-judgemental- threw us in freezers, that's what they did.

and OH! we had a guitar god in our midst and we never knew. omg, his fingers! i was AWESTRUCK. very impressive. he's my cousin's evil twin, honest. they wore the same che guvera shirt IN THE SAME COLOUR on the SAME DAY! hmm, or maybe he's the good one. whatev. i wanna be like that. -tips over with his sheer awesomeness-
inspiration.

pooh, its late and im falling asleep. confi camp, i enjoyed myself! was observed to be high, but oh well. maybe i was (:
FIRST TO THIRD BASE, HOME RUUUUN!!!!!!! hahaha, fr JP learnt new stuffs.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

e-learning is stupid. i can't study >:( fancy shmancy name for something that doesn't work.

bother.

oh well, i'll show you what we were up to on sports day! :DD

WARNING: the following pictures may be offensive.

hahaha. "OH JOHNNY MMMM..."

dan's arm, dan's beloved- johnny depp. now her arm's terribly beloved.

-snigger-

ooh, making keith jealous are we? ;)

celine was blasphemed.

"HOW COME SO UGLY!?"

eh, you pay peanuts, you get monkeys.

swoons, orlando bloom is hotness ((: drawings cannot do him justice.

dan's cam has lots of pictures like this. so this is a sample of their flabby arms (oh i am so gonna get slapped for this :O ) and the reason i didn't draw on me. two's NC16, three's M18 for horror.

the goldfish look is tres chic!

wonder why it didn't catch on. emo is so out you unfashionable beings.

history project at macs after that. then we, well dan actually, discovered our project handout was wrong :O so now im doing damage control. deng xiaoping and zhou enlai versus mao zedong. if you've done them for history, please. you could save me!

-gives a hopeful look to any potential saviors-

anyone at all..

OHOH. and we had a potter meets hermoine vid! the two harry potter fans -shakes head-

i do not encourage fangirling. only for exceptions like ORLANDO BLOOM! hahaha. okay. whatever. you feel like mindless entertainment, go here. uh, it may not be your cup of tea though.

confi camp over the weekend! fingers crossed its good. llama, you bringing your cam?

and one last note, i ain't no baby goat, llama :)

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

i saw superman underwear today O.O
BRIGHT RED.
and i wasn't watching superman.
i was paying attention to a presentation on early european music.
hello, i was presented with more than i ever wanted to see know.

but they were really good. if you closed your eyes, it was as good as listening to a recording.
been listening to good music yes (: anyone go for the mosiac music festival?

-melts-
went for jazz night. and it was faaantastic. the jazz pianist was some guy called "MARIOKJHKJDGJFSDSLDJFSDH ON THE KEYBOARD LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"
i swear. they repeated that 3 or 4 times. but he was awesome.

oh oh, then after the performance, i was leaning on that huge giant white dna-strand-shaped pillar people-watching. and very enjoyable people-watching it was ((: suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, i see red yellow red yellow. before i know it, this HUGE Buddhist monk comes and sits in front of me. and then i turn my head.

looked like the rest of the monastery decided to enjoy their night out with him. i have to admit, i was pretty tickled. like RED YELLOW RED YELLOW "SHINGGG" !! hee hee, shiny shinyy :D
wanted to take a picture. was greatly aggrieved when i realised the only camera i had was the one on my crummy phone :(

oh well.
if its raining, we skip the beach and go esplanade instead okay? next time next time (:
NEON HEART DAYGLO EYES.
bestest description for the view by the river ever.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

bika bika boo?
hoosha (:
if you know where that came from, good for you! if you don't, watch somemore cartoons. they're good for you.

we live in a weird world. a very VERY VERY UBER WEIRD one.

The Id, Ego, and Super-Ego are the divisions of the psyche according to psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud's "structural theory". In 1923, Freud introduced new terms to describe the division between the conscious and unconscious: 'id,' 'ego,' and 'super-ego.' He thought these terms offered a more compelling description of the dynamic relations between the conscious and the unconscious. The “id” (fully unconscious) contains the drives and those things repressed by consciousness; the “ego” (mostly conscious) deals with external reality; and the “super ego” (partly conscious) is the conscience or the internal moral judge.

so if im SUPER EGO, im a good girl aren't i . wrong! freud was sexist >,<

Freud's theory says that the super-ego is a symbolic internalization of the father figure and cultural regulations. The super-ego tends to stand in opposition to the desires of the id because of their conflicting objectives, and is aggressive towards the ego. The super-ego acts as the conscience, maintaining our sense of morality and the prohibition of taboos.

Its formation takes place during the dissolution of the Oedipus complex and is formed by an identification with and internalization of the father figure after the little boy cannot successfully hold the mother as a love-object out of fear of castration.

"The super-ego retains the character of the father, while the more powerful the Oedipus complex was and the more rapidly it succumbed to repression (under the influence of authority, religious teaching, schooling and reading), the stricter will be the domination of the super-ego over the ego later on — in the form of conscience or perhaps of an unconscious sense of guilt" (The Ego and the Id, 1923).

In Sigmund Freud's work Civilization and Its Discontents (1930) he also discusses the concept of a "cultural super-ego". The concept of super-ego and the Oedipus complex is subject to criticism for its sexism.

there! you see.

Women, who are considered to be already castrated, do not identify with the father, and therefore form a weak super-ego, apparently leaving them susceptible to immorality and sexual identity complications.

we live in a weird world. have i mentioned that?

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

im trying to get on msn, and the lousy connection won't let me.
GRWAHHH.

aaand, the march hols are over :(
bummer. i didn't study, and like everyone else probably finished their 10 year series on tuesday.
little swots you >:(
i need motivation. with a capital M.

on a brighter note! i bet you all digs my new skin :DDD
you loves it, and you wanna haves it :DD
its super uber nice! and yeah, the font >.<
BUT problem has been fixed, i think.
we'll wait and see..

cos there's still tomorrow
forget the sorrow
and i can be on the last train hooome

i've got that song stuckk in my headdd.
and that funkaye part of little round mirrors-
A shooting star is
A little piece of
Cosmic debris

and the music's all dah dah dah DAAAH dah! dah dah dah DAAAH DAH!
(omg, this reminds me of llama's high-ness in kuching. the airdrums -.-")
heh heh, ignore me.
lack of sleep, refusal to listen to any proposal of sleep whatsoever due to sheer defiance, and normal randomness.

okay. WHAT IF: you had to write a newspaper report on a earthquake. would it be frivolous to say the earthquake destroyed the world-famous toothpick-model of the Eiffel Tower? or that because half the town was out partying because of Town Founder's Day, they managed to escape relatively unscathed?

quote a dazed partygoer in his early twenties
"and my mom said partying would be my downfall.."
unquote.

dah dah dah dah mega-DAH

maybe im not super after all. i need my sleep.
GORGEOUSNESS AWAITS.
ciao dah-lings <33

grah. how many monsters under my bed!?
hee hee. just one, i sleep on a double-decker.. (wait for it!)
scary mary sleeps below
-cheeky grin-

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

HOMEWORK I HAVE FINISHED:
....
ss! the green book pages all through to 53 :D
then again, that was overdue. pfft. but i finished somethingg.
.. and..

OH DANG. i want to switch from blogger to something else. but i can't think of a nice url. bah humbug. limeygreenlimes ain't in. well it never was, but im tired of people reading it as slimey green lime >.<

that is all.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

no school tomorrowww (:
and i'll be studying. at least i hope i'll be.

and and. if you see me online, ask me if i've finished my homework.
as much as you'd like to talk to me :DD
-pushes fat ego off the swivel chair-
its for my own good. and yours as well, come to think of it.

gah. i HOPE i can study.
lazy lah :(
i remember a song from P1 (don't ask me why or how)

I AM A PROMISE
I AM A POSSIBILITY
I AM A PROMISE WITH A CAPITAL 'P'
I AM A GREAT BIG BUNDLE OF
POTENTIALITY

AND I AM LEARNING
TO HEAR GOD'S VOICE
AND I AM TRYING
TO MAKE THE RIGHT CHOICE

I'VE A PROMISE TO BE
ANYTHING GOD WANTS ME TO BE.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

i swear, disney's hercules is my new favourite movie :D

no, its not the beefcake demi-god that done it. i don't do the whole chiselled jaw, rippling pecs thing. its the storyline! now you see why you should always listen to old people? 1000 years down the road, your story'll make big bucks man.



the cutest song (:

i love the muses. and i should be sleeping now
bugger that.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

i take it back.
jenny was a friend of mine is NICE.



yeah it is (:
oh well. chem pract is therapeutic. and the novelty of squeezing the burette end has worn off..pretty much. you should have heard the class the first time! what, never squeezed something small and wiggly before?

concentrating on how much to titrate takes your mind off things. only thing is. mole concept is a gross sick concept to do on a rainy friday afternoon. must be criminal to make us attempt calculating, when all you want to do is crawl into bed, pull the covers over and fall asleep to some slow guitar song.

and i must hereby declare pawra tan the sweetest thing ever <3
what with the remedy, and the cheer ups (: only nette the comforter has as much ring to it as nette the duvet does. and that. is UNGLAM seh. oh well >.<

i realised im saying "oh well" a lot.
OH LONG-HOLE-IN-THE-GROUND-THAT-HAS-WATER-WAY-DOWN.

You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!

Come on, he doesn't wear pants! And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

now what's wrong with an obsession everynow and then? the little yellow dude has issues. leave him be.
but if you're feeling pooh-ish and you'd love to know more, HERE!

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH

try to control the wind. betcha can't.
God can.
try to control the tides. betcha can't.
God can.
try to control Life. betcha can't.
God can.

God controls the sea, the sky, the world. He controls me, you, and the other random little people. in turn, we control... nothing. fine by me actually. giant invisible strings that hang from the clouds and omniscient fingers moving me about. or little little peoples on thousand-fingered extremities. finger puppets. as long as i know im in good Big Hands.

so God controls everything.
we agree on that.
so how come i'm special.
how come i get permission to screw up? i didn't freaking ask.

it's friggin alright. if You controlled me.
my fingers wouldn't have frozen and stumbled. my voice wouldn't have cracked.
everything would have gone fantastically. it would have.

but it didn't. and i have no one but myself to blame actually.
and the main thing that's running through my head now?
for being stupid enough to think that i was gonna be alright.

for actually believing in myself in the first friggin place.

SHIT. I SWEAR IF ANYONE ASKS ME ANYTHING ABOUT TODAY, I WILL WALK AWAY. TURN AROUND AND WALK AWAY.

GURGLE.SNORT.GRWAAAH