Monday, May 05, 2008
Prayersfor the Myers-Briggs' Personality Types
Find your type
here.
ESTJ
Lord, help me try not to RUN everything. But, if You need some help, just ask.
ESTP
Lord, help me to take responsibility for my own actions, even though they're usually NOT my fault.
ESFJ
Lord, give me patience, and I mean right NOW.
ESFP
Lord, help me to take things more seriously, especially parties and dancing.
ENTJ
Lord, help me slow downandnotrushthroughwhatIdo.
ENTP
Lord, help me follow established procedures today. On second thought, I'll settle for a few minutes.
ENFJ
Lord, help me to do only what I can and trust you for the rest. Do you mind putting that in writing?
ENFP
Lord, help me keep my mind on one th--Look a bird--ing at a time.
ISTJ
Lord, help me to relax about insignificant details beginning tomorrow at 11:41.23 am e.s.t.
ISTP
Lord, help me consider people's feelings, even if most of them ARE just oversensitive.
ISFJ
Lord, help me to be more laid back and help me to do it EXACTLY right.
ISFP
Lord, help me to stand up for my rights (if you don't mind my asking).
INTJ
Lord, keep me open to others' ideas, WRONG though they may be.
INTP
Lord, help me be less independent, but let me do it my way.
INFJ
Lord, help me not be a perfectionist. (Did I spell that correctly?)
INFP
Lord, help me finish everything I sa
Amen.
bites at
2:41 AM |
Saturday, March 15, 2008
You say to look past my fingers.
Then a whisper comes along
sliding, crawling
dragging himself away from my Lifegiver
againsts all gravity and odds.
"I can, I really can!" screams It. "My biggest problem, on the contrary!"
Like the resilience of a rubber band
I can never seem to snap.
bites at
9:10 PM |
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Hello bombshell.
yet the girl gets overwhelmed by the masses of mess.
bondages on her skin.
little trucks of quicksand over the vastness of quarry.
exhuming what little fluid found in the depths of her folds.
followed by sheer pressure.
catalyst for conversion.
now here you go.
zit.
bites at
1:14 AM |
When you have a difficult task, give it to a lazy man.
He'll find some easier way to do it.
Is that a compliment I see?
bites at
12:12 AM |
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Hello bombshell.
They got through soiree!
WAHA, oh the (googles thesaurus) astonishment! The astoundment, the incredulity, the curveball!
Not neccessarily unexpected, seeing there were a good many other groupies who auditioned.
No, NOT unexpected.
Yes lilian, AND chengying? >:)
Shall continue with my attempts at the violin line for sarah.
Naad thinks tanu's stuck in indo without internet and handphone. No connections.
I love that idea. And you, tanu.
bites at
12:29 AM |
Monday, January 07, 2008
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MY.. ah ma's weight.Sigh. If only!
On second thought, no. I don't want to be a skinny stick.
Labels: weight issues.
bites at
11:10 PM |
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
courtesy of shey
They say that birds of a feather flock together. Others chip in, claiming that when the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends.
This isn't something I normally think about. Birthday present from vijay triggered it somehow. Something else made me turn it into a written perspective.
Compiled a list of the different character traits I could think of exhibited by various friends.
MY FRIENDS ARE
WOMANLY
MANLY
HONEST
FAITHFUL
LOVING
DISCREET
PUBLIC
MOTIVATED
CONFIDENT
UNSURE
STRONG
GULLIBLE
STREETWISE
EXTROVERTS
INTROVERTS
SENTIMENTAL
QUEER
SENSIBLE
DOMINEERING
REALISTIC
IDEALISTIC
ENTHUSIASTIC
SENSITIVE
INTUITIVE
IMPATIENT
COMMITTED
LOUD
QUIET
FUNNY
BLUR
DISTURBED
DIPLOMATIC
And I'm almost everything at one go. Just a few questionable ones.
Like, 'manly' (yes?!?!).
By now, many of us would've met people with hearts of all shapes and sizes. And if we consider these acquaintences our friends the list might as well be a dictionary.
So maybe. Just maybe, it'd be more accurate to list down what "MY CLOSE FRIENDS ARE NOT".
bites at
11:36 PM |
Enneagram Test Results | Type 1 | Perfectionism | |||||||||| | 34% | | Type 2 | Helpfulness | |||||||||||||||| | 62% | | Type 3 | Image Focus | |||||||||||||||| | 66% | | Type 4 | Hypersensitivity | |||||||||| | 34% | | Type 5 | Detachment | |||||||||||||| | 54% | | Type 6 | Anxiety | |||||||||||||| | 58% | | Type 7 | Adventurousness | |||||||||||||||||| | 78% | | Type 8 | Aggressiveness | |||||| | 30% | | Type 9 | Calmness | |||||||||||||||| | 62% | |
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bites at
11:11 PM |
Thursday, December 27, 2007
CHRISTMAS WAS HERE, AND IT'S STILL COMING.
CHRISTMAS IS ALWAYS COMING.
I have never ceased to be amazed at how lives juxtapose to be as divergent as intertwined the way they are;
As much as I have never ceased to be a non-blogstalker. Well IN a way.
bites at
1:45 AM |
Monday, October 22, 2007
"oh partner. you are dead to the world."
but
"i love you partner."so she says.
the fan never stops moaning at the base of its throat.
her mind continues to deviate from PW softcopy work.
so does the pair of eyes that conducts periodic checks to the space on the ground behind her, for any evidence of intrusion.
even though she knows the father is sound asleep.
she knows he's not faking it this time,
because he never stops snoring.
and she knows the snoring isn't a conscious effort,
because the father never believed he snored.
bites at
12:31 AM |
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
partial tanning session!honestly, i can live without comunication technology.
>>>
you're sitting beside that window where the pc's been dead for the past 10 months.
you thank God your brother has a laptop. well, not that you use it very often,
NOT THAT you actually go on msn anymore.
no one stops agreeing as you that in depressing defeat.
secretly, you recall one more little habit of yours you refuse to remind anyone for now.
you hear that little voice say, 'no one's gonna stop nodding to the fact that you DON'T reply smses, DON'T answer your calls, oh! forget about mentioning returning calls. OH, the horror! DON'T remind them!'
being yourself, you invite that little voice to hell before commencing about whatever that little pride told you not to do.
to hell with pride.
pride i can't seem to be rid of. >=(
bites at
9:47 AM |
Monday, October 15, 2007
built upon a muddy base of guilt and only guilt. she can only hope the cottage crumbles soon.nope, no emo tendencies.
the increased amplitudes have begun again, following intervals of more pleasant moods.
'do you know why i bought these law dramas? because of the 23rd!'yup, the 23rd's coming.
maybe i should delve behind the meanings and functions of law and sociology.
maybe i should trawl the net, make the library my second home, read up on family laws.
maybe only then might i understand why hearings are required for such a simple move.
hearings that encompass months of waiting. for those minutes in front of the judge who then opens that case.
maybe i'm wrong, but that's the impression i get as to how these divorce cases work.
it was a decision made four years ago i think, something more formal than informal.
because he never stopped hanging around.
and i want it to end soon,
because i want the high amplitudes to go away.
bites at
9:16 PM |
Friday, May 04, 2007
and my comp is still not working!
so i'm nudging it a little from the comfort of mj's library.
while mengting finishes up her pi.
i bet no one comes here anymore!
so i can shout and rant in any form of shit i like.
if i find the time to come back.
random nothings
- i really, really thank goodness and God for the both of them. man. shey and mengting!
- i'm still waiting for the letter partner! quick mail!
i love snail mail. i love how its so homely and sweet. i love the random what-i'm-doing-now-and-what's-REALLY-on-my-mind letters partner and me send to and fro. i love how sarcastic they can get sometimes, the curious poke at something gone wrong; our defensive streak.
i love snail mail more than email.
i rather love my life now.
so thanks for popping up ern!
letters, oh partner, LETTERS! >=)
bites at
11:36 AM |
Monday, March 12, 2007
OMG steffi just told me cedar choir's having choir camp! after so many years.
erh. oh. she just said its a day camp. cheh! >=(
two years. first year we'd gone to hawaii, which was damn fun cus i was in the notorious group, so no camp nevermind.
second year there was no camp because. OH OH there WAS camp! yes yes. i remember. because i was named best sec four camper. nye nye. big deal. but fun. walking up towards i forgot which teacher to shake her hand, and receiving the nicely- but i bet quickly- wrapped package of potato chips and chocolates and sweets, AND posing for a photo. ah ha ha! they make a big deal out of it.
but it was fun.
random nostalgic thought!
i miss tp! i know i'm super contradicting myself. but these things happen la huh!
i don't miss tanu and jas cus i still get to see them,
i miss my wonderful science class,
i miss the piano in the hall,
i miss watching bball from the canteen,
i miss playing bball even though it was more watching than playing,
i miss laughing incessantly in class/canteen,
i actually miss choir even though i went for like only 3 practices,
i miss the laid back malay culture,
and i miss dikir practices!
rargh =(
oh yeah! and i will miss skipping lectures!
i hope i'll miss mj when i leave!
random nostalgic thoughts.
bites at
9:55 AM |
WHEN i made this new blog (after a succession of throwaways) i thought this was going to stay. i thought i was going to update religiously on my great life.
BUT no. thank you baby sister. thank you for being so hopelessly addicted to maple story. ee!
so here goes attempt at reviving very dead blog.
erh but i am sleepy.
will update tomorrow.
goodbye!
i love you a lot, by the way!
bites at
9:21 AM |
Sunday, February 04, 2007
you stay on the north eastern side of the sunny island of singapore.
you're up north at woodlands with a purpose, and a promise to go shooting with your other half or [insert name].
you're far away from home, and you get down with high fever.
high fever.
it eats into your muscles, and with every step your ass and/or shin/armpit/calve muscles hurt like hell.
and hell freezes ten times over when you're out in the sun.
when you're out in the sun with everyone else, you're the only one wrapped in cedar jacket.
you feel like sleeping on the spot wherever you are. note: wherever you are
you get this throbbing pain beside your right ear.
luckily you bring a thermometer every where you go (because you keep forgetting to take out from bag after temperature checks)
so you watch with great interest the number rise through 37.3.. 38.3.. 39.1..
and you're still far away from home.
just fortunately, other half or [insert name]'s there to buy you panadol from the nearest 7 eleven's.
and
to offer you jacket number two.
bites at
11:08 AM |
Thursday, February 01, 2007
diana (pronounced dee-ah-nah, our indonesian) kept prodding/grabbing/churning my ass this morning, in futile attempts to wake me up.
delirious as i was, i managed waving my palm in her face (our language, means 'five more minutes lah').
my sis started trying at 8 o clock. by slapping my face.
then ah ma came in at 12. tickled my feet.
i woke up at 2.45.
just in time for lunch.
MEANING, i missed school. shall not discuss pros and cons.
______________
another dream!
i remember it, because i can still picture everything in my head right now.
i was holding on to two slips of paper, one piece informing liew wanli evangeline she's scored 31
minus 1 points for her GCE 'O' levels.
shiok.
as i tried to figure out what the heck 'minus 1' was the whole film thing in my mind's eye shifted to slip number two in my other hand.
which listed my grades for every subject.
shiok.
chinese -
A9geog -
C3can't remember the rest.
______________
super nightmare.
totally weird. and i started planning for my future somemore as i continued dreaming. ha ha! uber weird. started feeling sad that i always thought of leaving tp. that at 31 MINUS 1 points no jc would even want me.
then i felt sadder and sadder (in the dream).
sadder and sadder and sadder until my head pain.
throbbing headache! then there was a blackout in my head and
i didn't know what happened until 2.45.
woke up, found dried tears in my lashes and eyebrows.
don't know how they got there.
super freaky.
super nightmare.
and i draw strength from You again.
bites at
7:27 PM |
Monday, January 29, 2007
I HAD A PLAN!
a plan to open my blog officially on christmas. until my keyboard broke three days before. so HERE i am on a borrowed one contemplating if i should do it on cny instead.
but what the hell,
NI HAO!
bites at
9:30 PM |
Monday, November 27, 2006
7:00AM
in four minutes i'm supposed to start preparing to leave the house at 8.
FOR WORK!
at four i'm supposed to leave for east coast.
FOR CHOIR GATHERING!
full somemore. the coolest thing choir's hearing thus far.
well i guess. we've never heard of a full gathering (between 50 and 80 people) in at least ten years.
heck make it fifteen years.
15 years + 75 people (take median) + east coast + two bbq pits.
COOL or what!
if your going to say 'what'
you are really WRONG.
good day!
bites at
7:00 AM |
Monday, November 20, 2006
HAS IT EVER OCCURRED TO YOU THAT YOU CAN ONLY REMEMBER YOUR OWN FAMILY'S AND ONE OR TWO FRIENDS' PHONE NUMBERS?
if your answer's no, then start thinking about the issue.
if it's yes, i still win. because i can remember not only my family's and one or two friends', but
buddeh's partner's daddy's ern's taupok's simin's angeline's youying's clara lock's,
ha ha! and i think thats all.
some people i don't call at all, i don't know why i remember their numbers in the first place.
i do not intend to win you ye of little faith!
i am just acting smart. ho ho.
because i had a very huge sense of accomplishment today. and phone numbers popped out from i don't know where.
accomplishment! i finished my main prom shopping in two hours with daddy!
its a great! feat! because! were not shoppers by nature!
it was fun.
i do not want elborate.
and the rest of the day was spent at tampines with my mom and bro,
which was funny! because! aaron and me were talking non stop like ah peks!
it was fun.
i do not want to elaborate.
because i need to shit.
goodbye.
bites at
12:56 AM |
Saturday, November 18, 2006
was just back at -tiggerwiggers. and accidentally stumbled upon all my old blogs. funny, i don't know why i always sound so happy!
yesterday a friend asked me that question. she said
evan i want to know how you stay continuously happy, and where DO you keep all your energy?!
i said
it all comes from my stomach,
the first thing that came to my mind.
when i got back to the subject on my way home again
i knew i would've told her God was the great big source.
if she asked me again.
heck i'm going to tell her that the next time i see her again!
goodbye.
bites at
4:25 PM |
Friday, November 17, 2006
i have a lot to say today i don't know why. so my post is split into two so reading won't be so irritating. gargh. whatever difference it makes, I'LL take it!
and nobody officially knows this frigging blog yet. whatever
. if you have stumbled upon this blog and quickly hit stop to view source and check the password, and are reading this now, read previous post before coming here. kam sia.anyway i just want to record something that happened last week, so that it will not be labelled something that happened 'months ago' when
christmas comes. personal. i just need to record it where nothing will burn.
__________
i had a dream. and this time i can really confirm that i dream with colours, because i saw a lot of banana skins.
at the start,
a set of 300 banana peels was in my grandparent's private collection. which they hid in some cupboard we have in the kitchen. i saw my grandpa (who died in 2003) carry from the cupboard about a hundred peels in his hands.
i don't know why this happened. but it made the scene in my mind centre upon him. this scene didn't care that my grandma was there.
he looked really real. and healthy. then i touched one of the banana skins, which i thought felt really nice and leathery.
scene changed.
nel train. a fact suddenly registered in my mind. that my sister (who's nine this year) was dead. then a baby appeared in front of me in a pram. who looked exactly like my sister when she was two or three. another fact registered. that this baby was my new sister. the scene in my brain then focused on her cheeks. i touched them. and my brain thought it felt really soft. really perfect. really porcelain.
i remember these two scenes very well. whatever i was
actually touching in my sleep, oh well.
__________
i woke up. 8am. thought about it in bed.
thought about thinking about my grandpa a few times weeks before,
thought about feeling how irritating and obsessed (with maple) my sister debbie on numerous occasions.
thought about how i kept praying to God and asking my mum to give me a baby sister in 1996. debbie came in '97.
thought about the dream that taught me how to play the piano that same year.
thought about personal convictions that my mom was talking about last year.
i don't know if it was true, if Someone up there was asking me if i wanted things to go back where they came from.
i figured that whether He was asking me or not i still owed Him an answer.
so i admitted i'd been shirking most personal responsibilities my entire life.
i said no i didn't want things to start over again. even though i miss ah gong.
i promised i'd make life better instead for myself and the people around me.
i told Him i wasn't going to lose my sis to her bad habits because i had a hand in them.
i asked Him to teach me how to teach her.
and i ended with let His will be done.
okay i think that's it for what i thought about that morning. i'm sleepy. i love my family. i love everyone around me. and right now, even the guy sleeping on the floor, next to the comp.
bites at
12:21 AM |
Thursday, November 16, 2006
A BLAST. we loved it. (as in our little outing)
(SOME OF OUR) os are gone. os are gone. os are gone.
like. mine. woohoo!
whatever will our lives be like from now on!
no mugging. no life!
we have been studying so much, that watching movie sounded like the coolest thing we've ever heard.
but NO we didn't watch movie . we ate sushi. COOL ah.
call us deprived.
bye os. bye suckah! hoho! i will not talk about it anymore.
sharon loves home (literally. and practically) better than she loves us. so it was just partner sarah youying. destination yoz's house so that she could get money. and cine. and ps.
one of the best times in my life. so far.
i really need a camera. or a vid cam. to capture all these. GARGH. a real camera. like the one cedar's very-happy cameraman has. very-happy because his smile's stuck there. as if he botoxed it. yup. that kind of stuck!
only a large resolution, high performance camera will record down every detail on their faces. then i can note down every mole position and predict which pimple might turn into a scar, and identify my long lost friends on the north east line in ten years' time.
i always wanted that kinda camera. partner has aggravated my obsession.
speaking about partner and cameras,
there were really nice clouds in the sky today. ALL day round. why do we take notice? partner. clarice. she sees nice clouds , swipes out her phone, snaps. just like a tourist.
its these little things that'll stay with me the longest. i'm starting to see/hear/smell-something-that-reminds-me-of-someone. which i don't typically do. post-graduation symptoms. like-
ban mian. ching hong and siying.
instruments. beat.
clouds. clarice.
windbreakers. clarice. (there's more)
wang ren fu. sharon.
whenever someone suans me again. sharon. (there's more actually too)
fishball noodles. botak.
char kuay teow. ernie.
i remember a lot of things remind me of buddeh. can't think of any now. can't think of anymore more now.
bites at
11:01 PM |
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
it is 1.13 in the morning. keyboard's making a lot of noise relative to stagnant surroundings. next to the comp, my dad sleeps on the floor. i (will) bet (with buddeh for all her debts) he's ending up on the streets in three years.
whether the blog's staying. i don't know. tagboard. i was bored. nobody's coming.
the habits have started.
a few times a day she'll search the four tips - so easily reached by her thumb. look closely especially at the middle one. the flatest. a hard layer's wrapped around that tip, and the two sitting beside it. the last and the smallest could have toned up further with a nice hardness.
if the guitar didn't break in two.
once a week she'll reach for the hand moisturizer. but she stops herself now.
serveral times a day she'll rub her fingers on edges of whatever flat surface she finds.
to keep that layer.
she wouldn't if the guit didn't break in two.
to record that was the sole reason why i came on.
i wouldn't for goodness.
a few hours of amath's exhausting.
goodbye!
bites at
1:20 AM |
Monday, November 13, 2006
If you want to build a man, you must show him the blueprint. Many of us do not have any real idea about the kind of men and women we want our children to become.
bites at
11:41 AM |
Sunday, November 05, 2006
a fine night for it. (quote family entertainment)
she was standing
all spick and span and fresh
against the armrest
a highly-strung maiden
as hard as wood,
but it didn't matter
i didn't care
i paid my dues and attention
to the backdrop -
a mindless old
hongkong film instead
her bottom started with a wriggle
it caught my eye
she started her plunge
my hands flew out
just in time to lay flat on the piece of old wood
(scroll)
perhaps she'd trusted me
to catch her as she fell from up high.
well
i tried
NO i don't feel particularly poetic.
maybe i needed to describe it in a way that didn't require any expressions of feelings.
take for example,
OMG OMG OMG OMG. i can't believe this is happening. she's been with me for a frigging four years. and now she's gone. MY GUITAR BROKE IN FRIGGING TWO! SOB!
familiar? go figure.
how'm i supposed to do that when i didn't feel that way.
i didn't feel anything in particular.
when the initial numbness wore off
i became amused
laughed at the prospect of snapped strings and a guitar splitting in two,
laughed with the useless father because he offered to buy super glue,
you know that feeling of resignation when crap happens?
bites at
1:23 PM |
Thursday, October 26, 2006
hello, hello, hello, heeelllooo! apparently that didn't mean anything because no one officially knows my blog yet. except for. whatever.
anyway,
I HATE BLOGGING! the dread runs deep into my marrow.
weeeell,
blogging makes me depressed. there's something about talking to myself in a journal that eats into me. so i stop. but i get brought back to it thereafter because there's this need to hide yourself in a hole once in a while. well isn't there?!
explains why the heck i changed blog so many times (an understatement).
anyway why DO YOU care?
to back up,
i just found out a couple weeks ago that
positive ions and
negative ions in the air affect our mental being.
... our modern homes and offices seal out negative ions. Computer terminals, fluorescent lighting,... modern building materials generate an over abundance of positive ions. Positive ions make us feel tired, depressed and irritable.
Negative ions increase the flow of oxygen to the brain; resulting in higher alertness, decreased drowsiness, and more mental energy...
The worlds most tranquil and refreshing regions are loaded with billions of negative ions. Air near waterfalls, mountains, beaches and forests are among those places where ionization levels are in complete and natural balance.
these came from here
now that explains it, doesn't it.
bites at
11:10 PM |
Monday, October 16, 2006
paps and privates ten years ago
vitamin c and mariah carey after six
the third came with a great orgasm
always will it be a while ago that it passed
bites at
10:53 PM |
Friday, October 13, 2006
first entries are written in hurry so that bloggers can check out their blog templates.
bites at
10:19 PM |
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