flurry of thoughts:when there really is none

am sitting here bleary eyed at the computer after watching my favourite TV series, From the Axis of Truth. Nothing makes much sense cos I have 8 browser windows open trying to read 5 blogs, post this new blog and check both hotmail and yahoo mails simultaneously. which is pretty much a strain on my liquefied brain, and subsequently I start wondering why I’m typing furiously but no words appear on the screen.

cos the stupid hotmail browser opened just as I was preoccupied with pecking furiously on the keyboard.

lol.

can hear dommy and jacky squabbling in the living room – mental note to check on jacky’s feet tml as well as clean out the cage.

always wondered what it’s like to marginally pass/fail subjects. have watched countless hapless souls double up in agony and thump their neighbours’ thighs with anguish when they receive a paper, just 1 or 2 elusive marks away from an E. now I look at my scripts and feel pretty much that I ought to do the same since my marks obligates me thus, but I cannot.

cos my rolls of fats are getting in the way of me bending over as I wish :P

they should reclassify bisoprolol as a tranquilizer, cos with every passing minute I’m starting to feel increasingly mahatma ghandi-ish and at peace with the world.

goodnight all. sweet dreams and don’t fret too much about those 2 marks, eh? J after all, I’m one who’s pretty used to extreme fails haha! (so this should be regarded as a VAST improvement)

Jungian = Jagung?

heh just tried this jung-based psyche test recommended by ll: http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

well it spits out the following info:

Your Type is ESFJ
Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling, Judging
Strength of the preferences %
22, 62, 38, 44

so i guess it makes me an ok extrovert who has many many more senses than haley joel osmont :D is slightly impeded in feelings (lol u mean you only realised that now) and is quite judgemental :P

it also quotes dr keirsey (whoever the hell he is) : types like me are idealists, rational, artisans (!!!!!) and guardians of birthdays and celebrations (cue the pink ruffled NANA prancing into a roomful of petrified kids)

all this makes for me to be an EGGCELLENT comrade hoho. if you consider a porcupine as eggcellent haha.

well i might want to add another one: highly explosive :) So that makes me ESFJHE :P lol sounds like martian talk to me.

wax nonsensical

just received this in my mail and thought it was hilarious:

Lim Ah Lek was asked to make a story using the numerals 1 to 10. He not only did that, he even managed to go back from 10 to 1. Here's what he said:

1 day i went 2 climb up a 3 outside a house to peep, but the man inside saw me and i 4 down. he came out and wanted to 5 with me so i ran and ran and ran until i felt 6 and threw up. so i went to 7 eleven to take some 8 to throw at him. then i took a 9 to try and stab him. 10 god he ran away.
so i put back the 9 and paid for the 8 and left 7 eleven. at home, i called my boss and told him i was 6. he said 5, tomorrow also no need to come back 4 work. he also said why don't you climb a 3 and jump down.
i don't understand, i so nice 2 him but i don't know what he 1!

heh. this extremely enlightening example illustrates how advanced our numerals and linguistics have progressed beyond those complacent Europeans who never seek to innovate with the English Language, haha! and i do think mr lim ah lek is a wonderfully refreshing guy. :)

am in a holidayish mood cos my aunt trooped up to our house and the brethren of 3 ah-sohs (i.e. me, my mum and my aunt) spent 3hrs brooding animatedly over which Bangkok hotel's the cheapest, has no supernatural manifestations and is closest to Chinatown haha :) in the end we decided on Baiyoke Sky Hotel, 88 storeys overlooking Chinatown (hurhurhur) and purportedly has no wailing willies lurking behind the TV. heh :D

today as i cleaned the cage i realised that Dommy's eye affliction's come back, and Jacky has developed an extremely worrying condition which i dunno what. it's sort of a tumour-ish growth on his frontal paws but it doesn't hurt him. didn't notice that a week ago! and doesn't seem to be fight-inflicted. my heart hurt very much to see the red stuff... but my mum's adamant that we not go to a vet. sigh. will consult my brother (after all Jacky's his) before i decide. anyway i know thomson has lots of vets.

also i realised that i've received 2 advertisement mails from matchmaking agencies in my mail. it INSINUATES something OMINOUS! (sulks) sigh it's a bit too early, what? at least give me another year to prove myself before condemning me to SDU, lah. i wonder where they got my account. i certainly don't remember ticking the "single and desperate" column under my profile.

maybe i ought to get another address before the whole North Sea worth of matchmaking ads flood this one haha :D

she sits alone under
the maple tree
catching the fiery
serrated leaves
as they tumble
haphazardly
from their loft

above

contemplating the
special
message
embossed on each one
before she lets it
drift off
again

heh. ooooh suddenly realised it's been ages since i composed a poem! too preoccupied being a hypochondraic what with all my paranoia about my ticking time bomb body eh? alrighty! no more moody broody sicko thoughts... haha. Yesterday i had a great time with yuwei and huiwen at k box! we sang soooooooooooo many songs and i realised i only knew the guy songs heh. huiwen was like, "Hey serene how come you only like to sing the guys ones?" and i just googled my eyes stupefiedly at her revelation :) well cos i can't hit the high notes. there was one FIR song that huiwen sang beautifully (think she has the best voice among us 3) and i just had to plunge in at the chorus and kill the song haha :D oh well the tune was infectious... *trails off sheepishly*

well i also screwed up Hoobastank's The Reason - Serene's version was more like The Punishment by ReallyStank. :P heh i was expecting the system to malfunction after i passionately rendered the last quavering note haha :P

k box is soooooo fun! lol. must drag out more people to k-box with me next time :)

pure sweet liberation (and some loose hairs)

hohohoho!

i feel like some trick can snake, you know the kind that you try like mad to squeeze into the can and when u finally open the top - POP - you get a faceful of very wrinkled snake :) kids love this. it's quite amazing to observe how they would painstakingly prod the wobbly piece-o-sh*t into the can with critical capacity 1/3 that of the total nett volume of the aforementioned snake, and then they slam the cap on and grin a salivary grin and then pop open the cap facing their own faces. then they go *huur!* when the snake twangs their little noses - repeat the procedure n times, or until the nose develops rashes and mama comes in to confiscate the saliva-sodden canned snake.

well prelims were as screwed as a pina colada, so let's leave it at that and lumber on to a levels which lies in the very very distant future somewhere 30 eons and my marriage away :) just now i told my doctor that i had approximately as much chance of getting into NUS med fac as shangliumei has of getting into taiwan politics, but now in retrospect i suppose shangliumei does have a chance of getting elected after all, keeping in mind how absolutely lawless and fantastically insane the entire cabinet is. meaning that my statement doesn't stand, either at 5% significance or the entire chi-squared distribution worth of significance.

come to think of it, the last math question asked me to evaluate if the female birds' tendency to roost resulted in a significant deviation from the capturing ratio of 1 male to 1 female blackbird. i allowed myself to drool retardedly over the 3 lines of question 30biii for about 5 minutes, after which i decided that my severely incapacitated brain had absolutely zero chance against this lethal question cruelly worded in zulu so i just gave up and shuffled my stationery around the desk until the invigilator yelled pens down. it was so... pathetically hopeless. haha me against the prelims was like pitting mr bean against The Terminator. just a few weak giggles and a sick splattering against the wall at high velocity :D

anyway now it's of penultimate importance to tweak my health and mind back to full steam for the next round of exams, which is pretty much akin to dunking in muck 15 times consecutively and then subjection to a few megawatts worth of electric shock. i'm glad to say i'm pretty much fine except for some nagging weirdness which could be nothing, or something, or just a stunned canary stuck in my chest, in which case i'd really better get down to losing weight so stupid yellow tweety-wannabes don't get lost in the vast expanse of my thoracic cavity and i don't have to worry my already precariously empty head over it :) doctor also proclaims i don't have dengue, so that's another thing less to think about. Dengue festival, eh, pam? hyukhyuk :)

suddenly i'm gripped by the need to buckle my knees and crumple face down onto the floor and remain there staring motionlessly into space for 5 minutes. like those really amazing korean horror show actresses wearing dark clothes and doing funny things like this. i saw this scene in one of those movies, during which there is absolutely no dialogue or subtitles or any explanation of any kind regarding this bizarre collapse and leaving the totally freaked out audience to believe that movie budgets in korea are really running so thin that they're resorting to hiring part time amateurs from the epileptics society or the local asylum :) speaking of which i told my dear gp that i blanked out in bio paper and he promptly decided i was too tense. ummm. and he says, it's a good thing the paper was done sitting down cos otherwise given my horrendous state of mind and body i might have re-enacted the abovementioned korean horror movie scene in the middle of bio paper and the edge of the hall. THAT would be scary, haha. and he also said that the long term course of antibiotics i'm taking has more side effects than i thought (and i thought i already experienced the whole spectrum of them already). including thinning hair! hahahahahaha. i guess i can forget about applying to be the next ad girl for clairols, cos if i swung my head that way i guess whatever quivering strands of alpha helices i have still attached to the scalp would promptly drift down with that swing. heh. *shudders*

well i can't wait to frame up my 4 fantastic flying machines (f grades) - don't think anyone in hwachongian history has ever achieved such a feat :)

wistful musings::museful wistings

went out today for an EXCELLENT round of blatant, no-holds-barred omnivorism at Sizzlers, and spotted a shuai guy, whom my mum said was too beefy (HARHAR - beefy? next to me?) and too short. i promptly stood up when he came around and cleaved my hand through the air from my head to his and discovered he was, indeed, shorter. so my mum didn't have parallax error after all :) and the poor shuai-but-short guy was pretty terrorized by my bizarre air-cleaving thing so he decided to hide in the kitchen to wash dishes haha :D

oh, but his spectables-bound eyes were so... electric! haha i was trying to electrify him, too. but my dad decided to call me just as i was switching on the highest voltage and so poor dad got an eyeful of highly energized electrons haha :) my mum was hooting in paroxyms whilst my highly charged dad simply blinked for several seconds with that glazed-bemused look. haha! mustn't waste my pretty eyes what, right. :D anyway my very screwed seduction attempt turned our pleasant, placid lunch conversation towards my parents' turbid courtship back when my mum was sweetly 17 and my dad, 21. woohoo! they really did do some very kinky stuff at sembawang beach, haha :) it's quite horrendous to have to listen to how despo my dad was though haha but then again... my mum was the "school flower" so obviously it's about as hard to catch her attention as me trying to grasp the concept of sporocytic self-incompatibility. :)

anyway, besides bad skin, 2 spare Michelin tyres around my non-existent waist, thick glasses and a totally rotten sense of crude humour, i must say i do stand a chance of being married after all, cos just now on TV something very wide wrapped in a vast sheen of blue satin declared that she was happily married. i suppose her husband either likes extreme sports in bed (hyuk hyuk) or else is none other than Mr Hulk himself :D

ah. this reminds me. time to do some research on how the Rafflesia flower attracts its pollinators hehe :) i could jolly well take a leaf from its dating guidebook :D