AGAIN :
PS: I OWN NOTHING! ( and i cut the front part, lazy to type already. lol)
Here's a list of common birth-order characteristics - and some thoughts on the best (and worst) marital matches for each :
Oldest Child
The oldest child seems to be self-assured, responsible, a high achiever and relatively serious and reserved, with parental qualities as a result of caring for younger siblings. He may become a perfectionist and worrier who finds it difficult to take criticism or tolerate others' mistakes, and he may be slow to make friends, perhaps content with only one companion.
The more "same sex" siblings an oldest has, the more independent and domineering he or she is and the more difficult it may be for him or her to find a suitable mate. The best matches are with a youngest, an only or a mate raised with a large number of opposite-six siblings. The worst match is with another oldest of same-sex siblings, since the two will be sovereign to share a household comfortable. The oldest sister of brothers is popular because she values men. She matches well with a youngest, who she can lead and nurture. The oldest brother of sisters tend to be easygoing, fun-loving, considerate and very fond of women. He is good at pleasing all females and is especially well matched with the youngest sister of brothers.
Youngest Child
The baby of the family thrives on attention and tends to be outgoing, adventurous, optimistic, creative, easygoing and less ambitious than others in the family. He may lack of self-discipline and have difficulty making decisions on his own. The youngest may learn to manipulate, either by pouting or by being charming.
A younger sister of sisters will match best with an oldest siblings, who will see through her manipulation and is charmed by her playfulness. A younger brother of brothers, often headstrong, unpredictable and romantic, will match best with an oldest or middle sisters of brothers, whom he will allow to control his life in an unobtrusive manner. The youngest of the same-sex siblings should avoid each other, since neither is nurturing, nor are they accustomed to members of the opposite sex. The youngest sisters of brothers, often a tomboy and a flirt, is best matched with an oldest brothers of sisters who will happily indulge these traits. She's smart to stay away from an oldest brother of brothers or, worse, a youngest brother of brothers. The youngest brothers of sisters is popular because he enjoys women that are supportive, admiring and eager to please.
Middle Child
The middle child is influenced by many variables; however, middles are often self-introverted, less likely yo take initiative or achieve high academic standards and more anxious and self-critical than others.
The middle child's most comfortable marriage duplicates a relationship with a close sibling. Middle often successfully marry other middles, since both are strong on tact, not so strong on aggressiveness and tend to crave affection.
Only Child
The only child picks up characteristics of her same sex parent's birth order, and this may influence who represents her best match. She is often most comfortable when alone, but since an "only" tends to be a well-adjusted individual, she'll eventually learn to relate to any chosen spouse.
The male only child expects his wife to make life easier without getting much in return; he is sometimes best matched with a younger or middle sister of brothers, or a maternal, oldest sister of brothers. His most difficult match is with another only. The female only child, who tends to be slightly more flexible, is well matched with an older man, who will indulge her tendency to test his love. Any birth order will do, but her best match is apt to be a brother of sisters. Her worst match? Another only, of course.
The End :D
Monday, 27 July 2009
thoughts.
before i start, i wanna paste this here .
what type of dog should you have?
German Shepherd
Powerful, Loyal, and very protective. These are the words that friends and family members would use to describe you. You are fierce, you will put yourself out there to protect what you stand for. Your courage is mind-blowing and your bravery can save lives. A German shepherd is the perfect match fro you.
sounds impossible lol.
today, not much had happened. bla bla. anyway, another story.
Title : My Forever Valentine.
i found it touching :D
The traditional holidays in our house when I was a child were spend timing elaborate meals around football games. My father tried to make pleasant chitchat and eat as much as he could during halftime. At Christmas he found time to have a cup or two of holiday cheer and don his holly-shaped bow tie. But he didn't truly shine until Valentine's Day.
I don't know whether it was because of work at the office slowed during February or because the football season was over. But Valentine's Day was the time my father chose to show his love for the special people in his life. Over the years I fondly thought of him as my "Valentine Man".
My first recollection of the magic he could bring to Valentine's Day came when I was six. For several days i had been cutting out valentines for my classmates. Each of us was to decorate a "mailbox" and out it on our desk for others to give us cards. The box and its contents ushered in a succession of bittersweet memories of my entrance into a world of popularity contests marked by the number of cards received, the teasing about boyfriends/girlfriends ad the tender care that I gave to the card from the cutest boy in class.
That morning at breakfast table I found a card and a gift-wrapped package at my chair. The card was signed "Love, Dad," and the gift was a ring with a small piece of red glass to represent my birthstone, a ruby. There is little difference between red glass and rubies to a child of six, and I remember wearing that ring with pride that all the cards in the world could not surpass.
As I grew older, the gifts gave way to heart-shaped boxes filled with my favourite chocolates and always included a special card signed "Love, Dad." In those years my thank-yous became more of a perfunctory response. The cards seemed less important, and I took for granted that the valentine would always be there. Long past the days of having a "mailbox" on my desk, I had placed my hopes and dreams in receiving cards and gifts from "significant others," and "Love Dad" just didn't seem quite enough.
If my father knew then that he had been replaced, he never let it show. If he sensed any disappointment over valentines that didn't arrive for me, he just tried that much harder to create a positive atmosphere, giving me an extra hug and doing what he could t o make my day a little brighter.
My mailbox eventually had a rural address, and the job of hand-delivering candy and cards was relegated to the U.S. Postal Service. Never in ten years was my father's package late nor was it on the Valentine's Day eight years ago when i reached into the mailbox to find a card addressed to me in my mother's handwriting.
It was the kind of card that comes in an inexpensive assortment box sold by a child going door-to-door to try earn money for a school project. It was the kind of card you used to get from a grandmother or an aging aunt or, in this case, a dying father. It was the kind of card that put a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes because you knew the person no longer able to go out and buy a real valentine. It was a card signalled this would be the last you would receive from him.
The card had a photograph of tulips on the outside, and on the inside my mother had printed "Happy Valentine's Day." Beneath it, scrawled in barely legible handwriting, was "Love, Dad."
His final card remains on my bulletin board today. It's a reminder of how special fathers can be and how important has been to me over the years to know that i had a father who continued a tradition of love with a generosity of spirit, simple acts of understandings and an ability to express happiness over the people in his life. Those things never die, nor does the memory of a man who never stopped being my valentine.
By Pamela Underhill Altendorf.
P.S : I OWN NOTHING ABOUT THIS SCRIPT. TAKEN FROM MY EXERCISES. THANKS.
touching isn't it ? hmmm.
what type of dog should you have?
German Shepherd
Powerful, Loyal, and very protective. These are the words that friends and family members would use to describe you. You are fierce, you will put yourself out there to protect what you stand for. Your courage is mind-blowing and your bravery can save lives. A German shepherd is the perfect match fro you.
sounds impossible lol.
today, not much had happened. bla bla. anyway, another story.
Title : My Forever Valentine.
i found it touching :D
The traditional holidays in our house when I was a child were spend timing elaborate meals around football games. My father tried to make pleasant chitchat and eat as much as he could during halftime. At Christmas he found time to have a cup or two of holiday cheer and don his holly-shaped bow tie. But he didn't truly shine until Valentine's Day.
I don't know whether it was because of work at the office slowed during February or because the football season was over. But Valentine's Day was the time my father chose to show his love for the special people in his life. Over the years I fondly thought of him as my "Valentine Man".
My first recollection of the magic he could bring to Valentine's Day came when I was six. For several days i had been cutting out valentines for my classmates. Each of us was to decorate a "mailbox" and out it on our desk for others to give us cards. The box and its contents ushered in a succession of bittersweet memories of my entrance into a world of popularity contests marked by the number of cards received, the teasing about boyfriends/girlfriends ad the tender care that I gave to the card from the cutest boy in class.
That morning at breakfast table I found a card and a gift-wrapped package at my chair. The card was signed "Love, Dad," and the gift was a ring with a small piece of red glass to represent my birthstone, a ruby. There is little difference between red glass and rubies to a child of six, and I remember wearing that ring with pride that all the cards in the world could not surpass.
As I grew older, the gifts gave way to heart-shaped boxes filled with my favourite chocolates and always included a special card signed "Love, Dad." In those years my thank-yous became more of a perfunctory response. The cards seemed less important, and I took for granted that the valentine would always be there. Long past the days of having a "mailbox" on my desk, I had placed my hopes and dreams in receiving cards and gifts from "significant others," and "Love Dad" just didn't seem quite enough.
If my father knew then that he had been replaced, he never let it show. If he sensed any disappointment over valentines that didn't arrive for me, he just tried that much harder to create a positive atmosphere, giving me an extra hug and doing what he could t o make my day a little brighter.
My mailbox eventually had a rural address, and the job of hand-delivering candy and cards was relegated to the U.S. Postal Service. Never in ten years was my father's package late nor was it on the Valentine's Day eight years ago when i reached into the mailbox to find a card addressed to me in my mother's handwriting.
It was the kind of card that comes in an inexpensive assortment box sold by a child going door-to-door to try earn money for a school project. It was the kind of card you used to get from a grandmother or an aging aunt or, in this case, a dying father. It was the kind of card that put a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes because you knew the person no longer able to go out and buy a real valentine. It was a card signalled this would be the last you would receive from him.
The card had a photograph of tulips on the outside, and on the inside my mother had printed "Happy Valentine's Day." Beneath it, scrawled in barely legible handwriting, was "Love, Dad."
His final card remains on my bulletin board today. It's a reminder of how special fathers can be and how important has been to me over the years to know that i had a father who continued a tradition of love with a generosity of spirit, simple acts of understandings and an ability to express happiness over the people in his life. Those things never die, nor does the memory of a man who never stopped being my valentine.
By Pamela Underhill Altendorf.
P.S : I OWN NOTHING ABOUT THIS SCRIPT. TAKEN FROM MY EXERCISES. THANKS.
touching isn't it ? hmmm.
Friday, 24 July 2009
tiring
dont know why today's vb is the happiest vb so far in the past 7 weeks i've went. maybe it's because my presentation for etnik and also asgmt for acc had done. 2 down but there are 2 more. micro econs and also qs. zzz tired! hectic life eh? not easy . ahhh. go vrum to sleep. seriously my eyes are dropping. ahaha
can't wait to see you again :P
can't wait to see you again :P
Wednesday, 22 July 2009
Hari Anuegrah in CPT
today, woke up as usual. bla bla bla. went to cpt to take the "Prize" 50bucks man LOL.
never expect got money to take eh. haha. anyway. the interesting was : the photos and THERE WAS A XXXXX there! two malays. i'm not sure who. seriously chim wei!
brb presentation. alot of things happening today! ahhhhhh tonight still got star journey in tar. gona see who's the winner loL!
shit wei. my presentation sucked. T_T
here are some photos.
nice hoh the lights :P chun chun take tio wan :P
-that's all. overall, today there are sadness and also happiness. =X -
never expect got money to take eh. haha. anyway. the interesting was : the photos and THERE WAS A XXXXX there! two malays. i'm not sure who. seriously chim wei!
brb presentation. alot of things happening today! ahhhhhh tonight still got star journey in tar. gona see who's the winner loL!
shit wei. my presentation sucked. T_T
here are some photos.
nice hoh the lights :P chun chun take tio wan :P-that's all. overall, today there are sadness and also happiness. =X -
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
today again.
tired of assignments and presentation is coming up this thursday. not yet prepare for it also. sigh! tired. slacking again. roars. now i hope the time pass by slower but my progress on my work is faster :D oh yea. skipped hubungan etnik again, just to go and watch harry potter. i'm just afraid that i kena pink letter for skipping classes. hope they did signed for me. :D
Monday, 20 July 2009
Work sheets from my EL
i find this few work sheets meaningful. so, i decided to post it up here. :D
I own nothing about this stuff. just posting for fun. :)
When in Rome, Do as the Romans Do.
In Latin American countries, it is customary to be late for appointments. The Swedes expect people to arrive precisely on time. In Egypt, even the smallest service should be rewarded with a tip. Japan is virtually a no-tipping society. In Mexico, courtesy requires that you inquire about one's spouse or family. In Saudi Arabia, such question would be an intrusion of privacy.
How can travellers "do as the Romans:? A survey of well-travelled people from other countries who now live in The United States produced this advice.
Japan. While bowing is the customary greeting, the handshake is acceptable these days, says Etsuko Penner of the Japanese National Tourist Organization, but the foreigner is advised to wait and see what the Japanese does. If he or she extends a hand, shake it, but if greeted by a bow, it's better to return one, bending from the waist, with the hands at your sides. Sightseers should remember to remove their shoes on entering any religious place or a private home. Invitations to Japanese homes are rare, since the Japanese see them as private, modest and unsuitable for entertaining guests, they prefer to entertain outside the home. Eating on the street is frowned upon, although increasing numbers of young people do it, partly because the growth of American-style fast food places. At the table, lay chopsticks on the table; never leave them in a bowl. Travellers do not tip taxi drivers. Hairdressers do not get tips, and neither does a chambermaid, unless she is asked to perform a specific task. What you do then, says Mrs. Penner of the tourist organization, is to wrap the money in a piece of paper and give it to her. To pass money "nakedly" would be demeaning. As for gifts, they are not opened when they are given. So do not be disappointed by the absence of oohs and ahs.
Sweden. An invitation for 7 P.M. means you must arrive precisely at 7. "It's not uncommon for guests to make sure they get to the right place on time by arriving 15minutes early and then walk around the block or, in an apartment building; wait downstairs untul the exact hour." says Swedish-born Mona Staaf. "You shake hands when you say hello and when you say goodbye, and it's considered good manners to shake hands on leaving before, not after, you put on your coar." Miss Staaf, who is the front office manager of the Interlaken Inn in KLakeville, adds, "There's very little kissing, except for very close relatives, and it's not unusual for sisters to greet each other with a handshake." Dinner guests in private homes should arrive with flowers - with the wrapping removed - or a box of chocolates, not wine (which is relatively expensive in Sweden). The honoured guest will be placed at the hostess's left. Before leaving the table, thank the hosts for the meal and telephone the next day to say thank you again.
Mexico. "A smile and handshake will go a long way in Mexico," says Vincent Hodgins of the Mexican National Tourist Council, "but a gentleman should never ever attempt to kiss a woman he doesn't know well, either on the face or on the hand. "While it seems that everyone is embracing, kissing is only got those with long-standing relationships. In this country, your host will expect you to be 15 to 30 minutes late for lunch and dinner; woman invited on their own are never expected to arrive on time. Chivalry is very much alive, and men open doors of cars and buildings for women. They are expected to stand when a woman enters a room and to give up their seat on buses and on the subway. It is generally considered in poor taste to wear shorts on city streets and for women to wear slacks in any social gathering. If you should be invited to spend the weekend at a Mexican 's home, sending flowers to the hostess is considered preferable to arriving with a gift.
Egypt. If you admire a possession or an article of clothing, says Nimet Habachy, the host of the WQXR "New York at Night" program, it is likely to be offered to you. It is a custom, "part formula and part generousity," that confounds many visitors. They should use discretion about whether to accept the offering. Miss Habachy, a native of Cairo, recommends that women dress conservatively in public places. "For Westerners, especially women, to walk around without sleeves is not a good move, and shorts are out. Many mosques, espcially those off the usual tour beat, do not welcome women; and visitors, on entering a mosque, should remove their shoes and put on the vover-sock that is provided. "Remember, too, that tips are the only source of income for many people. A tip is expected for the least service. That is the way it is."
I own nothing about this stuff. just posting for fun. :)
When in Rome, Do as the Romans Do.
In Latin American countries, it is customary to be late for appointments. The Swedes expect people to arrive precisely on time. In Egypt, even the smallest service should be rewarded with a tip. Japan is virtually a no-tipping society. In Mexico, courtesy requires that you inquire about one's spouse or family. In Saudi Arabia, such question would be an intrusion of privacy.
How can travellers "do as the Romans:? A survey of well-travelled people from other countries who now live in The United States produced this advice.
Japan. While bowing is the customary greeting, the handshake is acceptable these days, says Etsuko Penner of the Japanese National Tourist Organization, but the foreigner is advised to wait and see what the Japanese does. If he or she extends a hand, shake it, but if greeted by a bow, it's better to return one, bending from the waist, with the hands at your sides. Sightseers should remember to remove their shoes on entering any religious place or a private home. Invitations to Japanese homes are rare, since the Japanese see them as private, modest and unsuitable for entertaining guests, they prefer to entertain outside the home. Eating on the street is frowned upon, although increasing numbers of young people do it, partly because the growth of American-style fast food places. At the table, lay chopsticks on the table; never leave them in a bowl. Travellers do not tip taxi drivers. Hairdressers do not get tips, and neither does a chambermaid, unless she is asked to perform a specific task. What you do then, says Mrs. Penner of the tourist organization, is to wrap the money in a piece of paper and give it to her. To pass money "nakedly" would be demeaning. As for gifts, they are not opened when they are given. So do not be disappointed by the absence of oohs and ahs.
Sweden. An invitation for 7 P.M. means you must arrive precisely at 7. "It's not uncommon for guests to make sure they get to the right place on time by arriving 15minutes early and then walk around the block or, in an apartment building; wait downstairs untul the exact hour." says Swedish-born Mona Staaf. "You shake hands when you say hello and when you say goodbye, and it's considered good manners to shake hands on leaving before, not after, you put on your coar." Miss Staaf, who is the front office manager of the Interlaken Inn in KLakeville, adds, "There's very little kissing, except for very close relatives, and it's not unusual for sisters to greet each other with a handshake." Dinner guests in private homes should arrive with flowers - with the wrapping removed - or a box of chocolates, not wine (which is relatively expensive in Sweden). The honoured guest will be placed at the hostess's left. Before leaving the table, thank the hosts for the meal and telephone the next day to say thank you again.
Mexico. "A smile and handshake will go a long way in Mexico," says Vincent Hodgins of the Mexican National Tourist Council, "but a gentleman should never ever attempt to kiss a woman he doesn't know well, either on the face or on the hand. "While it seems that everyone is embracing, kissing is only got those with long-standing relationships. In this country, your host will expect you to be 15 to 30 minutes late for lunch and dinner; woman invited on their own are never expected to arrive on time. Chivalry is very much alive, and men open doors of cars and buildings for women. They are expected to stand when a woman enters a room and to give up their seat on buses and on the subway. It is generally considered in poor taste to wear shorts on city streets and for women to wear slacks in any social gathering. If you should be invited to spend the weekend at a Mexican 's home, sending flowers to the hostess is considered preferable to arriving with a gift.
Egypt. If you admire a possession or an article of clothing, says Nimet Habachy, the host of the WQXR "New York at Night" program, it is likely to be offered to you. It is a custom, "part formula and part generousity," that confounds many visitors. They should use discretion about whether to accept the offering. Miss Habachy, a native of Cairo, recommends that women dress conservatively in public places. "For Westerners, especially women, to walk around without sleeves is not a good move, and shorts are out. Many mosques, espcially those off the usual tour beat, do not welcome women; and visitors, on entering a mosque, should remove their shoes and put on the vover-sock that is provided. "Remember, too, that tips are the only source of income for many people. A tip is expected for the least service. That is the way it is."
Sunday, 19 July 2009
2012
wake me up when it's 2012. cause it's end of the world. end of my pain.
rumours said that 2012 is the end of the world.
i roughly planned my college will finish at that year or next.
good isn't it, if it's 2012 now.
i need not face the people i need not face.
i need not bear the pain I'm bearing now
it's tiring u know ? exhausting.
eh. people, my apologies to the people out there. the people who know they are the people.
it was my fault right? i knew it. should have done it in the first place.
and now I'm regretting. you know? in my life. i often regret every single thing I've done. who knows? and who cares anyway. time. please do pass by even faster. i could take no more. not anymore! and to another group of people out there. sometimes it feels good to be spoon fed. but do be careful with the one you are dealing. she might just back stab you by just telling the truth.
rumours said that 2012 is the end of the world.
i roughly planned my college will finish at that year or next.
good isn't it, if it's 2012 now.
i need not face the people i need not face.
i need not bear the pain I'm bearing now
it's tiring u know ? exhausting.
eh. people, my apologies to the people out there. the people who know they are the people.
it was my fault right? i knew it. should have done it in the first place.
and now I'm regretting. you know? in my life. i often regret every single thing I've done. who knows? and who cares anyway. time. please do pass by even faster. i could take no more. not anymore! and to another group of people out there. sometimes it feels good to be spoon fed. but do be careful with the one you are dealing. she might just back stab you by just telling the truth.
Saturday, 18 July 2009
Quizzes in Facebook
lol. dont know why. i wan to keep a record of the quizzes i took and i find it quite true. so just stick it up here. :D
1) What do others see in your eyes?
Your eyes constantly say something about you and often express the emotion of timidity. Often the eyes of shy people, they can express strong emotion and evoke pity or other feelings from other people, and are often subtly beautiful.
2) Ice Cream personality test.
If you like strawberry, you are shy, yet emotionally robust, skeptical, detail-oriented, opinionated, introverted and self critical. Easily made to feel guilty.
you are most likely to be compatible with someone whose favorite flavor is chocolate chip.; cranky, pessimistic, low self-esteem.
Prototype: Bureaucrat, journalist.
3) Why do you cry?
Sorrow
You are crying because you are sad. Someone might've insulted you, or it might've been a bad day for you. Whatever it is, you're slowly bringing yourself to darkness and isolating yourself because you can't bear to face anymore of it. Try to release that sorrow. Share your problems with your friends, or do something that you enjoy. Soon, you'll be back to your normal self again.
walao. still the same eh. suak lo.
4) What kind of mask do you wear ?
Pain.. (yeah. stil the same one. :D)
Your mask is pain. For some reason or another you just can't seem to find a positive outlook on life. You get angry when people try to relate with how you feel, because you're convinced they won't understand. Deep down you know there should be a million reasons for people to want to get to know you, but you often find yourself closing yourself off from those around you. You have your select friends, but can't help but want something more. You find opening up difficult, but you do find your ways to let things out. You have your good days, but even through the good times, you feel like there is always going to be those feelings that don't sit right..
5) What does your mind look like?
Waterworld
Your mind is like a Waterworld. You live fast and are impatient, when you slow down it's only to discover your next goal. You constantly look for changes and like to take chances. You have big demands for yourself and are very creative. Some people are scared of you, cause you dont smile much. But your closest ones know that you can be the nicest person in this world.
6) What is your hidden super power?
A mind reader.
7) What are you hiding from people?
your Emotions.
8) How Good is your memory?
(ok nia. those really major eh, i still can picture it out. :P )
You will remember 89% of your life experiences. You will remember all the major events in your life with great detail and random details here and there of your life.
9) Chinese Zodiac Personality.
(Some are quite true but maybe some i didnt realise about it? haha)
Ram enjoy being part of a group, but prefer the sidelines rather than the center. Their nurturing personality makes ram excellent care-givers. They’re quite and reserved because they spend much time absorbed in their thoughts.
Home and alone is where ram feel most comfortable. There they can express themselves artistically, whether it’s by painting, cooking or participating in whatever artistic endeavors they enjoy. Ram prefer the couch because there they can relax and explore their minds. They don’t need elaborate furnishings; only items reflecting their desire for art.
When traveling or seeking entertainment, Ram prefer groups or venues that hold many people. Ram spend money on fashions that give them a first class appearance. Although ram enjoy spending money on the finer things in life, they are not snobbish.
Ram tend to be private, so it can take effort to get to know one. The ram is the one who will decide when and with whom it will share its personal life. As a result, most ram have few “close” friends, yet they’ll work hard for those they love.
Ram at work prefer being part of a flock. Power and status aren’t important. Ram will only assume leadership roles when asked directly. They’ll never volunteer. Good career choices for Ram include: florist, interior designer, daycare teacher, pediatrician, actor, editor, hair stylist, illustrator, musician, and art history teacher.
Ram are compatible with Rabbits and Pigs and incompatible with the Rat and Ox.
1) What do others see in your eyes?
Your eyes constantly say something about you and often express the emotion of timidity. Often the eyes of shy people, they can express strong emotion and evoke pity or other feelings from other people, and are often subtly beautiful.
2) Ice Cream personality test.
If you like strawberry, you are shy, yet emotionally robust, skeptical, detail-oriented, opinionated, introverted and self critical. Easily made to feel guilty.
you are most likely to be compatible with someone whose favorite flavor is chocolate chip.; cranky, pessimistic, low self-esteem.
Prototype: Bureaucrat, journalist.
3) Why do you cry?
Sorrow
You are crying because you are sad. Someone might've insulted you, or it might've been a bad day for you. Whatever it is, you're slowly bringing yourself to darkness and isolating yourself because you can't bear to face anymore of it. Try to release that sorrow. Share your problems with your friends, or do something that you enjoy. Soon, you'll be back to your normal self again.
walao. still the same eh. suak lo.
4) What kind of mask do you wear ?
Pain.. (yeah. stil the same one. :D)
Your mask is pain. For some reason or another you just can't seem to find a positive outlook on life. You get angry when people try to relate with how you feel, because you're convinced they won't understand. Deep down you know there should be a million reasons for people to want to get to know you, but you often find yourself closing yourself off from those around you. You have your select friends, but can't help but want something more. You find opening up difficult, but you do find your ways to let things out. You have your good days, but even through the good times, you feel like there is always going to be those feelings that don't sit right..
5) What does your mind look like?
Waterworld
Your mind is like a Waterworld. You live fast and are impatient, when you slow down it's only to discover your next goal. You constantly look for changes and like to take chances. You have big demands for yourself and are very creative. Some people are scared of you, cause you dont smile much. But your closest ones know that you can be the nicest person in this world.
6) What is your hidden super power?
A mind reader.
7) What are you hiding from people?
your Emotions.
8) How Good is your memory?
(ok nia. those really major eh, i still can picture it out. :P )
You will remember 89% of your life experiences. You will remember all the major events in your life with great detail and random details here and there of your life.
9) Chinese Zodiac Personality.
(Some are quite true but maybe some i didnt realise about it? haha)
Ram enjoy being part of a group, but prefer the sidelines rather than the center. Their nurturing personality makes ram excellent care-givers. They’re quite and reserved because they spend much time absorbed in their thoughts.
Home and alone is where ram feel most comfortable. There they can express themselves artistically, whether it’s by painting, cooking or participating in whatever artistic endeavors they enjoy. Ram prefer the couch because there they can relax and explore their minds. They don’t need elaborate furnishings; only items reflecting their desire for art.
When traveling or seeking entertainment, Ram prefer groups or venues that hold many people. Ram spend money on fashions that give them a first class appearance. Although ram enjoy spending money on the finer things in life, they are not snobbish.
Ram tend to be private, so it can take effort to get to know one. The ram is the one who will decide when and with whom it will share its personal life. As a result, most ram have few “close” friends, yet they’ll work hard for those they love.
Ram at work prefer being part of a flock. Power and status aren’t important. Ram will only assume leadership roles when asked directly. They’ll never volunteer. Good career choices for Ram include: florist, interior designer, daycare teacher, pediatrician, actor, editor, hair stylist, illustrator, musician, and art history teacher.
Ram are compatible with Rabbits and Pigs and incompatible with the Rat and Ox.
Friday, 17 July 2009
eight weeks in tarC.
wake me up when September ends.. finals is in September. that's why. sigh.
eek. eight weeks in tarc. what have you learned ? well, first, I've got some new friends there? learn to cooperate with people you don't know? be more spontaneous during discussion and stuff like that? you'll need 2 be stand up and be brave to do a presentation? i dont know. there's so much i wanna write it down but i am really tired now. lol. somehow it's fun in college. especially the sports event, except for the warming ups =.= really much. er. some of my classmates, one somehow childish but also funny and yet daring. a few also go there like pass time ni. hmmm. got two damn smart eh. both also give out 101% for everything they do. lol. got one worst. damn daring and also, dont care how other's feelings. really rude. somehow. hmmm. the campus is too damn big. tired walking everywhere. ahhh. college life is boring. it's not really easy u know?? with the asgmts there, all the stuff u need to do all. zz. dont know whether i can stil go on with it anot. but i will never giv up so easily. i promised myself to finish up it. cant recall what i wanted 2 write. but really, the people in tarc, some of it, sucks!
eek. eight weeks in tarc. what have you learned ? well, first, I've got some new friends there? learn to cooperate with people you don't know? be more spontaneous during discussion and stuff like that? you'll need 2 be stand up and be brave to do a presentation? i dont know. there's so much i wanna write it down but i am really tired now. lol. somehow it's fun in college. especially the sports event, except for the warming ups =.= really much. er. some of my classmates, one somehow childish but also funny and yet daring. a few also go there like pass time ni. hmmm. got two damn smart eh. both also give out 101% for everything they do. lol. got one worst. damn daring and also, dont care how other's feelings. really rude. somehow. hmmm. the campus is too damn big. tired walking everywhere. ahhh. college life is boring. it's not really easy u know?? with the asgmts there, all the stuff u need to do all. zz. dont know whether i can stil go on with it anot. but i will never giv up so easily. i promised myself to finish up it. cant recall what i wanted 2 write. but really, the people in tarc, some of it, sucks!
Thursday, 16 July 2009
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sad! i just lost my helmet. firstly, it's because i'm stupid. secondly, it's still because i'm stupid. fcuk. dang dang. sigh. i dont know what else to say. very lost now. i dont even know why am i sad also.
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
dinner at home?
just finished dinner and finished doing the dishes. am doing assignment but feel like talking here. :P ahhh. mavis the great went to bake cake just now. reminds me something. it's been a while since i last bakeD a cake. :( lazy to clear up u know? not like her, got maid. haha. everything just kakak and kakak and kakak!!!!!!! haha. time flies nowadays. why don't we just slow down ourselves and enjoy our surrounding? hear the bird chirping, listen to the sea breeze and feel the wind there. or just simply listen to the musics in your computer. it really helps to slow down our heartbeats. sometimes it do. humans are now being eaten up by technology. slowly they will all be gone. why not just stop by and enjoy the nature we already had? why not this ? life was easy. and life is shorter day by day. as day pass by. we will all grow old. when wen we have realised this.. it just might be to late. don't see things based on the appearance. see the inner side of it. and you'll find it amazing.
i dont know what crapping also. ZZZ shuttap and go do your damn assignment sk. =.=
i dont know what crapping also. ZZZ shuttap and go do your damn assignment sk. =.=
Monday, 13 July 2009
spinning me round.
today woke up as usual. bla bla. went for QS . thank god i did not get less than 20! i got 24.5 :D better than my micro. way much better. blah. i've seen so much today. this few days actually. i often lost in my deep thoughts. i just dont know why. when i pass by anywhere, i seem to flash back alot of things. just like in the movies where u can see the black in white stuff rewinding and so. alot and alot more. so much that i thought about it. but went i want to type it here (when i'm home), i tend to forget all. lol. terrible isnt it ? sigh. the moment i saw it, i must write it d eh. zz dont know what to say d la . aiyo. sien!
Saturday, 11 July 2009
the unforgetable night.
lots of fun. lots of noise. and last but not least. lots of vulgar. roars! pictures speaks louder than words. :P girls. no offence. if want, ask me to remove lo. >.< :p great night. looking forward for another night. haha. we watched a few movies also. step up 2, stomp the yard and honey. lol. lastly no comments please. copyright reserved. 
this 1 leh i take for fun nia. the fog is nice.
this 1 leh i take for fun nia. the fog is nice.
- The End -
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
voices of me
confused? really confused. where am i heading to? or rather i have lost my ways. direction-less. seems like everything in sight is just another illusion. in a path that is separated into two where you have to make a choice and u couldn't make one as both is just too close to be compared and yet too far to see the conclusion. life's a circle. when u start something, that's the starting point and when you reach the finishing line, it goes back to the starting point. it's never easy to go on life without any problems. as human grows older, they get more complicated. things were as simple as ABC but they never think it that way. they just think the other way round. and they will probably never find the solution. what is life really about? you were born and then you lived and then u get old and die? is that all? i wouldn't want to make my funeral as the most memorable day of my life. who would want it that way anyway. get cha' head in the game? but now my mind and my head are separated. they are combined. they are separated. distractions. what's the only thing distracting me from focusing in my studies? what is more important than studies now? only knowledge will bring me further. and only knowledge will broaden my mind, my sense and last but not least, will lead me to somewhere i belong. knowledge is half of the key to success and the other half is ... the effort u put in. success doesn't come right in front of you. just like volleyball. the ball will never land directly in front of you. you have to run to get it. if you implies this into life, you will have to sacrifice or work on to be success. when you are success, fame, glory, gold and maybe, if you're lucky, you would find love as well. i don't really know why am i writing this. but it just passed through my mind. both knowledge and effort are needed. both are equally important. alright. that's all for now. all out of my head. am i'm heading for hubungan etnik.
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