Entry: admirable
Function: adjective
Definition: respected
Synonyms: ace, attractive, best ever, cat's pajamas, choice, commendable, cool, copacetic, crack, crackerjack, daisy, deadly, deserving, dilly, doozie, dream, estimable, excellent, exquisite, fine, gnarly, good, great, greatest, groovy, heavy, hunky dory, keen, laudable, mean, meritable, meritorious, neat, peachy, praiseworthy, rare, smashing, solid, spiffy, super, super-duper, superior, unreal, valuable, wicked, wonderful, worthy, worthy, zero cool
Antonyms: despicable, low, rotten, contemptible, detestable, hateful, loathsome, repugnant, repulsive, unworthy
Concept: superiority

These are some different ways to say "wickid". Just so's you know. Spiffy, isn't it? I know. Copacetic seems like a good word to throw into the winds of trend.

Greetings Net-citizens. Another day-late post. I had dinner with the administrative panel of the Internet Relay Chat based channel #medicine. After seeing the CEO home, the rest of us adjorned to a nearby pool center to knock some ivory balls together. The Chief Resident and I disputed constantly throughout the games which resulted in chalk stains on both. The Entertainment I/C was most amused by our antics. Following which we went out seperate ways to our abodes.

Some of results just don't make sense.

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What's your sexual appeal? - Result: Tomboy

What Color Eyes Should You Have? - Result: Blue Eyes

Which X-Men character are you most like? - Result: Jubilee

According to Quizilla, my heart is red. Amazing stuff, this technology. I just answer a few questions and they can tell me the color of my heart. And did you know I'm the perfect girlfriend?! Bwahahahahahaha... (embarrassed laugh)


-Perfect- You're the perfect girlfriend. Which
means you're rare or that you cheated :P You're
the kind of chick that can hang out with your
boyfriend's friends and be silly. You don't
care about presents or about going to fancy
placed. Hell, just hang out. You're just happy
being around your boyfriend.


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Crazy. No one will ever believe me. Other tests await. Will update later with another post the results I got and the tests.

Hrm. I could change my parting and no one would notice.

As is usual when I have nothing to blog about, here's a song that plagued me for one entire morning yesterday.

Wishing and hoping and
thinking and praying,
planning and dreaming
each night of his charms
that won't get you into his arms,
so if you're looking to find love
you can share, all you gotta do,
is hold him and kiss him, and love him
and show him that you care

Show him that you care just for him,
do the things that he likes to do,
wear your hair just for him,
cause you won't get him, thinking and a praying
wishing and a hoping

Just wishing and hoping
and thinking and praying
and planing and dreaming
his kisses will start...
that won't get you into his heart...
so if your thinking how great true love is
all you gotta do is...

Hold him and kiss him and squeeze him and love him
just do it and
after you do, you will be his

Show him that you care just for him,
do the things that he likes to do,
wear your hair just for him,
cause you won't get him
thinking and a praying
wishing an a hoping

Just wishing and hoping and thinking and praying
planing and dreaming
his kisses will start...
that won't get you into his heart
so if your thinking how great true love is
all you gotta do.....

Is hold him and kiss him
and squeeze him and love him
just do it and after you do
you will be his....
you will be his.....
you..will..be..his........

Basically you have to seduce this guy of your dreams, and you'll be his? You... will be his? That's so sexist. Why not he will be yours, eh? Okay, apart from the fact it doesn't rhyme.

I is back from shopping. I bought another pair of shoes. This one has lower heels though, so all of you can breathe a sigh of relief for my feet and ankles...! We were supposed to watch this play with Willy Low, that guy frm Light Years, in it, but apparently... we couldn't so we didn't. I'm not going to elaborate further, because it's probably a waste of my time and your interest. So that's why we went shopping instead.

On the other hand, I did have a rauchy dream about Vincent Ng. Nothing that would be R(A) though. Perhaps just NC-16. Interesting, why? Because I never did think he was cute. So, yes, it was a rather surprising dream. I wonder what it means....

Was reading Reader's Digest... Came across this article "The Science of Love" which was pretty interesting, and led me to this website http://www.helenfisher.com. Helen Fisher is this Ph.D. holder in physical anthropology... and I think she's doing some kind of research into human courtship... Might be worth checking out?

"You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up."

Or something to that effect... I watched "10 things I hate about you". It was surprisingly good, despite the rather overused storyline - Guy pays other guy to date girl, guy takes money first but then falls in love with girl. Big argument ensues. They make up. And out. The part where he sang "Can't take my eyes off you" was pretty good. Not the singing, I mean, but uh, the idea. I seriously doubt anyone would do that for money. Certainly not $300. I could be mistaken, of course.

I didn't know my cousin put a link to my page on hers. Well, have to return the favour, I think. More visitors, I say. Seriously, her blog is really what an online diary should be, unlike this little place I have here, with loads and loads of stuff totally unrelated to what I've actually done during the day stated above. Well, you still come back, don't you? I'm glad you do. Because now there's a TAG-BOARD! Yaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy!!!!

I'm such a conformist. ~baaa...

I'm giving in to the urge to add doo-hickies and thingamajigs to this blog even though I KNOW FULL WELL too many cooks spoil the broth, but I can't help my... ostentatious behaviour. Please don't hate me! -grin-

Various things I've done to my online diaries...
1) Created a new blog. I'm not sure why.
2) Changed the description on my FOD slightly.
3) Got a Tag-board!
4) No, it's not up yet.
5) Might be soon. It's on the other page. The new blog.

Is a cult following too much to ask for? Heheheheheheheheheh....

I don't know what the hell has happened, http://www.carpeveritas.blogspot.com links to some stupid spanish website devoted to stupid harry potter and his stupid pals. Correction. The actors that play these people. WTF.

I just caught Gattacca. First, let me rave about the leads, Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman. Oh they're gorgeous! GORGEOUS!

I mean really, aren't they?

That aside, I was glued to the screen. The idea of discrimination by genes is one that is extremely interesting, not to mention pertinent to the near future as scientists learn more and more about the human DNA code. I mean, heck, there's this series on Arts Central about building a human being... Babies being born to donate tissue for ill siblings or relatives... Designer babies will probably be next if the moral argument for perfection ever outweighs the argument against playing God. I won't go anymore into it, because I think it'll bore you, and I don't have much more to say, besides, ;)

It was a good movie. Really. Even without Ethan Hawke and Uma Thurman. And Jude Law. Yeah.

More Html Gears! More! Twist those thingies!

I think when people get bored, they try to fix things that ain't broken. Mark that, my dear Gregory. I'm shamefully thinking of redoing my blog too.

This is interesting. They've changed the format back. Goody. I like seeing what I've blogged previously. Anyhow, as you've noticed, I have this bad habit of blogging about the previous day. So, yesterday, I headed all the way down to NUS to collect my laptop. A potentially boring trip, and fruitless too, since I'd be going all the way to the other side of the island just to get back my computer. However, Azmi was nice enough to come along and have lunch with me at NUS. Afterwards we played pool... Heh, I've said this before, but Azmi, you're such a darling.

Rather unexciting games we played, since he won most of the time and when he didn't it was mostly because he potted the 8 ball when he shouldn't have. And really, what's the point of playing if you don't know how to control where the cue ball goes. It so defeats the purpose of clever and manipulative snooking. I would go work on this if not for my unease at playing pool by myself.

I think I'm definitely going to develop bruises where I was hit by a frisbee. They hurt.


free enneagram test

That's what happens when you actually pay attention to ads on your own page. But, well, it was short, and quite interesting, especially to an individualist like moi. Buahaha. Ha.

Your wife is a big hippo!

-punch punch punch punch-

-whack whack whack whack-

I'm all better now, thanks.

And Az, just to PROVE YOU WRONG, here's an excerpt from one of OUR ICQ conversations.


Euphrosyn 4/24/02 9:36 PM what's up?

Santino 4/24/02 9:37 PM nothing dear...

i'm dead bored... that's all/


Euphrosyn 4/24/02 9:37 PM haha.. so am I. why do you think I come here?

Santino 4/24/02 9:38 PM because i'm bored?

Euphrosyn 4/24/02 9:39 PM ah.. Why don't you go study then?

Santino 4/24/02 9:39 PM study? wat's that?
new word u just invented?

Euphrosyn 4/24/02 9:40 PM it means opening up your school related books
and looking at them.

Santino 4/24/02 9:40 PM so i look at them? then wat happens?

Euphrosyn 4/24/02 9:40 PM try to get some of the stuff into your head.

Santino 4/24/02 9:41 PM i studied enuff today, dear...pls..

Euphrosyn 4/24/02 9:41 PM heh... you can never study enough

Santino 4/24/02 9:42 PM i'm living prood that u can.

Euphrosyn 4/24/02 9:42 PM yeah yeah. And I'm living proof that you can't

Santino 4/24/02 9:43 PM oh.. we're so made for each other...

I had a nightmare last night. Well, last morning to be precise. I was with this bunch of people from Wesley Church and they were in my room, I think, conducting a cell group meeting. It was in the middle of the night. Hey, dreams don't have to make sense. Well, anyway, we were clearing toys from the tables... (TOYS I ask you, and there are none in my room anymore and I remember they were small My Little Pony toys...), when suddenly these tiny toy cars were rolled under my door from outside, one by one. It's quite scary when you think about it. In the middle of the night and someone's outside your door rolling tiny toy cars in? Total silence but for the the grind of plastic wheels against my parquet floor. I opened the door and my mother was standing outside with a very strange expression on her face, which scared me, frankly.

FINE. So it's a stupid dream, but I woke up at 5.14 am, breathless and with heart pounding. And I couldn't go back to sleep. When I did, it was a kind of restless dreaming - you know, the kind that seems to repeat and repeat and repeat.

I'm currently going through logs on my ICQ, so be forewarned, thou could be exposed on my blog! My first victim is Mr. Flipside, just 'cause I'm talking to him now. Here's a snippet of one of our conversations.

Flipside 5/16/02 12:04 AM heyya

Euphrosyn 5/16/02 12:05 AM I thought you were going to bed.

Flipside 5/16/02 12:05 AM so did i
but i thought "what the heck"

Euphrosyn 5/16/02 12:05 AM what the heck? lol. Don't you have work tmr?

Flipside 5/16/02 12:05 AM yah. of course. but why should i give the SAF
the best time of my life?

Euphrosyn 5/16/02 12:06 AM yes, but why shld SAF give you the worst time
in your life?

Well, to be honest, I didn't make any sense to me when I read it for the first time just now. And I think, my goodness... Am I getting less witty these days?

And what is with this new blogger format? I preferred the one before this.

Today, or rather, yesterday evening, I went to Holland V to watch my friend perform with his band, Test the Next Day, I believe it's called. Two other bands played after they did. I can't remember their names, though I did like some of the songs performed by the third band. I missed his solo! A pity, since I went there to watch him play anyway, but then, he said he screwed up, so eh, well... maybe things work out for the best in the end. It's alright, Lyndon ol' boy, I still luv ya. Heh. Their vocalist is quite good, though, and the bass player was kinda impressive, though, by my non-guitar playing standards, anyone who can play a guitar impresses me. Not going to go on anymore because I know zip about music. I'm also lying through my teeth.

I won't say what about. Hah.

You are Agent Smith, from "The Matrix."
No one would ever want to run into you in a
dark alley. Cold as steel, tough as a rock,
things are your way or the highway.


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I'm Agent Smith. How delightful, and he was my favourite character, though I was quite shocked to find out that he was the poncy elf-king LOTR.

I just discovered that my cousin has a blog. And so do all her friends. Amazing stuff, and she's just sec 1. Check it out here... Diaries. Man. When I was her age, I had a book of paper and a tiny lock at the side, and was happy with it. Of course, it wasn't a public diary, like this is... which reminds me... I had a journal, but the entries have stopped since last year. Maybe this teen angst thing is wearing off already.

Funny story? I accidently set my browser's font size to large, and so for the past half an hour or so have been tinkering with the fonts on my FOD to make them smaller. Maybe not so funny for those people who had to suffer through size 1 font. I'm sorry.

Another thought strikes me. If I remain single for another 2 years, can I qualify as someone suffering from the 7 year itch? Bob knows I'm suffering it NOW. Cripes. It is fairly impossible to meet nice young men these days. Alright, I promised I wouldn't rant anymore, so I'll make good the promise and shut up now.

"I sleep with my teddy bear because I know where he's been."

And if you play with it too much, it'll fall off. So cut down on that action.

I have been blog visiting. It seems that everyone has been having fun except me. Bleh. Bleh. Bleh. And bleh. -pout- I so need a hobby.

I'm back. Tired, hungry, darker. With a sore throat and a feeling I just paid $30 to torture myself for the past 4 days. Ah well.

I AM AT CAMP. Currently manning the laptop as the rest of the girls...er... some of the girls choreograph (however it's spelt) a slutt... I mean...er... sexy dance. Technically, camp hasn't started yet. I want to sleep now. But like I said. I'm here manning the laptop and the music. More posts when I can. ciaos.