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:: Saturday, June 28, 2003 ::
Went to look for Unitarian Universalism on google.com. Found a forum, and a test, and freakily enough, here are the results. Or maybe not so freaky, considering I might have a very high suggestibility level.:: Thursday, June 26, 2003 :: I took emode's Religion test. According to it, I'm most suited to be a Unitarian Universalism. Whatever that is. "In fact, your test results show that you're 71% compatible with Unitarian Universalist religious beliefs. How do we know this? Your high compatibility with this religion was assessed objectively based on how you answered questions on the test. Your score indicates that you share more core beliefs with these religions than you do with the other 9 world religions assessed in the test. Here are some important details about the religion that might reveal why: While the Unitarian Universalists have mixed beliefs about the existence of God, they tend to share the belief that there is something to be learned from every world religion. It appears that you are also open to a wide variety of religious and spiritual ideas. By accepting differences between individual spiritual beliefs, Unitarian Universalists come together under a few broad and inclusive moral ideologies. They pass their beliefs from generation to generation through their church's literature and their teachings, both of which draw on many of the major spiritual texts from a variety of religions. Typically open-minded and intellectual, Unitarian Universalists encourage individual exploration of many different spiritual truths. They also tend to be politically liberal. It seems that you also see the importance of being open-minded and curious." There you go. :: nimezs @ 11:49 pm [+] :: ... ooh. new blogger. Looks pretty. Caught the new Charlie's Angels movie yesterday. Sigh. I love hot women. I really do. It's just that I'm not sexually attracted to them, unfortunately. The guys have it real good.:: Tuesday, June 24, 2003 :: Lyndon is back! I'm so happy. Granted, I'm only so happy because I had a crappy day, but seeing him and talking to him after, gosh, I don't know, over 5 months, was great. I'm disappointed. There aren't any excessively tall, good-looking or english-speaking guys in my orientation group. My house I/C is ... or one of them, is quite a pretty girl, but you know what? It shouldn't matter to me. So it doesn't. I'm so demoralized. What's the point of joining a camp if not to meet cute guys? Hai. All that effort for naught. All the cute guys are in other groups. Even the not so cute but nice guys are in other groups. I foresee that I will be nothing more than genial aquaintances with the people in my house and OG. I can't enjoy this camp if there aren't any cute guys to banter with and tease. Flirting with the freshies... is somehow... not very appealing to me. As it is, freshies are only interested in other freshies. Gloom. Yeesh. Fine. This isn't the way a councillor should act. (Let's hope none of the others reads this.) Forget meeting guys. Let's.. have some fun now. (half-hearted cheer) "Nobody wants to be lonely..." - Christina Aguilera and Ricky Martin :: nimezs @ 9:24 pm [+] :: ... :: Monday, June 23, 2003 :: I'm a councillor Herheherheherherherherherrrrrh. They made us learn a dance. Why do we always have to learn a dance? Then we played some games, as a sort of trial of the games that the freshies will be playing. Some were rather... sadistic. I had to swallow down some strange concoction whose contents most definitely contained garlic. Good thing I'm not vampiric, like Pris. -snigger- All in all I did have quite some fun. Though I'm terribly tired now. Zzz. Later. "I will give you tacos. Oh, what tacos I will give!" - Zim :: nimezs @ 6:15 pm [+] :: ... :: Friday, June 20, 2003 :: Well, well. It's Friday. Today, we discuss the thrills of wearing high heeled shoes. Firstly, of course, the big plus is that it adds about one to three inches to your height, and if you're short (not like me, haha) this is a big deal since your guyfriends won't be looking at you down their noses. For me there's the possibility that some of them will be looking up to you too. Secondly, high heels have a way cool effect of totally changing your posture, once you get the hang of balancing your entire body weight on two points and the balls of your feet. And they make your legs look like they go on forever.... Of course, the down side is the strain on calves, ankles, and certain parts of the feet. And the balancing. High heels. An ode to women's masochistic beauty. (Is that how you spell it?) :: nimezs @ 11:58 pm [+] :: ... "A Woman and A Policeman":: Thursday, June 19, 2003 :: Today's entry will be about... relationships. Why? It's a relatively hot topic, since it covers lots of the factors that trouble l'il boys and girls - like appearance, the other sex, sex by itself and so on and so forth. When I say this entry will be about it, I mean I'll be asking lots of questions and trying to answer them. (Since YOU never do anyway.) Okay. So how do relationships get started? You get the right hormones, two people who like each other, the right place and the right time and poof! They're together? Apparently not. But then, that's my outsider's point of view. You see, I'm not very qualified to give relationship advice, yet at the same time, some people who've had tonnes of relationships might not be the best dispensers of wisdom. Think about it. If they've been through so many relationships, why haven't they stuck through with one? I mean, they gotta be doing something wrong. It's probably a very "Ally-Mcbealish" POV, but I do want to eventually meet somebody I could like or even love, and fall into a relationship. Or is it the other way round? Anyway, it's a very cyclic thing. Maybe it's seasonal, but a few times every year, I get desperately lonely for male human company. But I digress... And this "Chemistry" show I've been watching. Okay, see, Stephanie, who is Rachael's best friend starts falling for C.K, who is James' friend, who is Stephanie's boyfriend. But C.K. is really Rachael and Rachael is really C.K because they swapped souls. So, does that mean that Stephanie was always emotionally attracted to Rachael but did not realise it until Rachael got dumped into C.K's body to add physical chemistry to the mix? If you think about it, girls like men who think like girls, but I've hardly heard of many men who like girls who think like men. And what's the big deal about being called a boy? I don't mean being called "girl", but why do some guys make such a big fuss about being called a girl? Okay, admittedly, I don't like being called a "little girl"... So I can't stick to one topic. Sue me. That's how my mind works. But, I've fulfilled my obligations to my blog, and thus said, I will sign off. =) :: nimezs @ 11:58 pm [+] :: ... :: Friday, June 13, 2003 :: I'm not evil! I'm ruthless! :: nimezs @ 1:58 am [+] :: ... :: Wednesday, June 11, 2003 :: "You can't trust your best friend." I heard that on Chemistry, and well, as much as it is something said in a fit of anger, there is some truth in it. Not that you can't trust your best friend, but you can't trust your boyfriend with your best friend. Especially if you've got a good-looking best friend. I mean, doesn't anyone out there worry about boyfriends/girlfriends being attracted to one's best friend? Unless they hate each other's guts, which, IMO, with a whole lotta narrativism is gonna only go one way. You know, you've seen it. People who are always at each other's throats habour a great and deep attraction to each other. Unless they really hate each other's guts. But back to my rather off-handed topic at hand. There's always a danger of that ain't it? Especially if you're trying desperately to juggle time between both of them, and end up seeing both of them at the same time. What if your gf/bf likes your friend better? What if he/she begins to REGRET being with you? I'm probably being paranoid here, but I HAVE had this fear before, and sometimes when I introduce the guys I like to my best friend, it becomes a sort of test. If they mention anything about her being extremely good-looking, chances are, I'll rapidly begin to lose all interest in him. Because I'm such a jealous bitch, you know. I've never been very secure about myself, and if I'm going to get saddled with someone who looks at other girls and has the audacity to mention it to me, sorry, not going there. Speaking of which, it's time for me to work on the Seven Deadly Sins of Dating. Apart from the lust and coveting. Seriously. People say "Ugly Chicks have good looking friends." I sure as hell ain't the best looking one. Heh. :: nimezs @ 10:43 pm [+] :: ... :: Tuesday, June 10, 2003 :: I believe in information sharing. Last year I knew a really cool phrase for this, but I've forgotten. Goes to show how much is retained from one's studies. Anyway, someone on IRC directed me to this link, and now I'm sharing it with you, so you can share it with others and the whole world can know it. Cool stuff, eh, isn't the internet? http://www.houstonvehicles.com/modules.php?op=modload&name=phpBB_14&file=index&action=viewtopic&topic=2361&17 Go visit it. :: nimezs @ 2:24 am [+] :: ... Hrm. Okay. I was surfing, something I haven't, really, for a long time, and I found this site.:: Monday, June 09, 2003 :: See, this way, you can read it at your own leisure, instead of me forwarding mails like crazy. Yes, I got this in my mail box. First, I know this is copyright, so I'm going to leave the subscription url here, so you can go read it up yourself if you prefer. http://www.jokedujour.com/subscribe.htm LadyHawke, Joke du Jour (sm) Set 2. Volume 66; Issue 8. Jun 8, 2003 "SHMILY" My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other. But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to G~d to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty. S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You. :: nimezs @ 9:08 pm [+] :: ... :: Sunday, June 08, 2003 :: Fine, I stole this link from someone else. http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/ You may or may not have come across it before, but it's the first time for me, and frankly, must admit I find it exhilarating when people tell me about myself, egoistical jerk I am. In case you're interested, (as you should be), here's their take on my past life. Your past life diagnosis: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation. You were born somewhere in the territory of modern West Africa around the year 725. Your profession was that of a builder of houses, temples and cathedrals. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Ruthless character, carefully weighing his decisions in critical situations, with excellent self-control and strong will. Such people are generally liked, but not always loved. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: Your lesson is to combat violence and disharmony in our world, to understand its roots and origins. All global problems have similar origins. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Yes, I read the disclaimer, but what is life without narrativism? :: nimezs @ 12:46 am [+] :: ... :: Friday, June 06, 2003 :: "Fate is building a bridge of chance for the one you love." Watched My Sassy Girl for the second time today on VCD. I really enjoyed it too, because it's one of those romantic comedies that make you laugh and cry. This is rather fatal for fans of romantic comedies, as it makes you either 1) want to go out and get the kind of relationship you see in the show or 2) make you wish you could write like that, which, IMO, both take lots of time, patience and skill. They make you feel good up till the end, when you start feeling like you're all alone once more after leaving a group of bubbly friends. Unless of course you're attached, and start trying to copy the antics performed by your movie counterparts. But that's a whole different kettle of fish... :: nimezs @ 10:42 pm [+] :: ... :: Thursday, June 05, 2003 :: I haven't been posting much recently because I've been busy doing nothing. Het het het. I played GTA3 and Golden Sun on GBA. Currently tyring to complete Golden Sun 2. But no hurry. Writing my soapie too. :: nimezs @ 1:13 am [+] :: ... :: Sunday, June 01, 2003 :: Okay, I have photos. And, guess what? They're on the net, somewhere, but you won't be told their location until some serious editing is done... because ... because. :: nimezs @ 12:42 am [+] :: ...
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