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:: Tuesday, March 29, 2005 ::

FREAK THERE WAS AN EARTHQUAKE IN SUMATRA JUST NOW!!

And I felt the tremors... O_O

:: nimezs @ 12:57 am [+] ::

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One of my pet peeves about public transport is the public portion of it. Singaporeans are rude, pushy and selfish people when it comes to seats. Hey, Ungracious Singaporean. You ignore the elderly and the pregnant women carrying other children. It doesn't matter they've got a heavier load to support than you - just plunk your big fat ass down because you can't stand for a few more minutes.

I can understand why you won't give up seats for the opposite sex - I think you call it call "equality", because sometimes men just can't tell the difference between "chivalry" and "sexism". But you clearly don't care about anyone else besides you.

And what really ticks me off about this is that it's SINGAPOREANS who are the problem, because these two guys from China had no problem giving up their seats for women. I remember this time they gave up their seats for myself and another lady. *Frown* though for the life of me, I can't find the reference in my blog.

:: nimezs @ 10:16 pm [+] ::

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The Prioress You scored 18% Cardinal, 53% Monk, 58% Lady, and 48% Knight!

You are a moral person and are also highly intellectual. You like your solitude but are also kind and helpful to those around you. Guided by a belief in the goodness of mankind you will likely be christened a saint after your life is over. You scored high as both the Lady and the Monk. You can try again to get a more precise description of either the Monk or the lady, or you can be happy that you're an individual. My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 18% on Cardinal You scored higher than 65% on Monk You scored higher than 80% on Lady You scored higher than 78% on Knight

Link: The Who Would You Be in 1400 AD Test written by KnightlyKnave on Ok Cupid

Bwahahaha... Hyeah right.

:: nimezs @ 1:55 am [+] ::

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Surprise, surprise, I have...

An Idealist (Melancholic) Temperament

View description here.

Take the temperament test!

:: nimezs @ 11:32 pm [+] ::

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Beads and Barang.
Earrings, handphone accessories and a bracelet (at least since the last time I looked). And they're cheap, or at least I think so. But then, I'm a sucker for earrings, so don't take my word for it, and go take a look yourself. There are quite a few pretty pieces.

:: nimezs @ 3:23 am [+] ::

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I question the wisdom of writing the conclusion before I've actually finished the essay, but somehow or another, I can't really be bothered now, especially since it's due tomorrow!

:: nimezs @ 11:35 pm [+] ::

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If you prefer to study alone, why on earth did you ask me to study with you in the past??? The only thing I can infer from it is that you don't like me anymore, so can you see why I'm confused?

:: nimezs @ 2:35 am [+] ::

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My best friend remarked to me once that people often get rid of problems by pretending they don't exist. While this sounds sad and unconstructive, it's a truism, and people have been repressing thoughts of their problems for years and years.

We shall call it the "sweeping-under-the-carpet" syndrome. What happens is that small problems do go away (seemingly) if you ignore them or hide them cleverly by distracting all parties involved in the problem. You sweep the dirt under the carpet and hey presto! It's gone, and before you know it, you forget about it.

The only thing wrong with this coping mechanism is that eventually the dirt builds up and makes a rather unsightly lump in your carpet which you fail to notice at first because of the gradual build-up. And suddenly you don't even know why there's a huge lump under your carpet. You can see there's a lump, but you have no idea what it is and why it's there.

At least until you buy a new vacuum cleaner, but the metaphor doesn't extend that far.

Oh and to someone in particular, your behaviour is getting weirdly coquettish, and believe me, that doesn't do anything for me. There are better ways to flirt, trust me.

:: nimezs @ 3:20 am [+] ::

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Pity. I wrote a post about change and unhappiness yesterday but it's not anywhere to be found. It's not possible to talk about it again. The feeling is gone. Bleah. And it was eventually refreshing and forward looking too, quite unlike my usual dreary whining. How discouraging. Except one piece of advice. Walking backwards only makes you miserable because you won't be able to see the road ahead of you. Also, you'd probably keep falling over.

If you thought that was rather pointless and obvious information, I have only one word for you: Metaphor.

Anyway, today's post is about music. It's philosophy to a melody. Strictly speaking this applies only to songs WITH lyrics that have some kind of meaning. If you find meaning in Prodigy though, do let me know. Mad props to you.

I don't believe you cannot find a piece of music that would portray whatever feelings you have right now, and that's the beauty of it. Subtle propaganda. If I were a man romancing a woman, I'd send her music (better still, write, if I was so able) depicting my deep and utter love for her. And if I were that woman, I'd love you for your messages of love buried in music.

Music is so mood evoking and is the BEST form of escapism because it doesn't demand a lot of cognitive activity on your part. Once you reach the point when you're able to lose yourself to the melody, you'll discover it has magical properties of mood-changing.

Whenever I'm feeling particularly down, I sit down at the piano and storm out "Memory" from Cats. Sigh. They're right. Music does soothe the savage beast. Heh.

Sooth is an actual word, meaning truth or reality. E.g: Forsooth! Music doth soothe the savage beast.

:: nimezs @ 3:13 am [+] ::

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Have just started replaying Final Fantasy 9. I can't explain why I like it so much better than 8. Anyway, I just realised that the Tantalus Knights (the band of actors/thieves/bandits led by Baku) are probably named after Tantalus. Which, if you think about it is a bit strange since 1) Tantalus had quite an ill-fated family and 2) He was punished by the gods to forever be tantalised by food and drink yet be never able to partake in it.

Which by association means that the Tantalus Knights are pretty lousy thieves, doomed to admire riches and wealth but never possess it?

:: nimezs @ 12:01 am [+] ::

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20 Questions to a Better Relationship

eXpressive: 6/10
Practical: 3/10
Physical: 1/10
Giver: 5/10


You are a XSIT--Expressive Sentimental Intellectual Taker. This makes you a Hellcat.

Yowza, you are fiery to be with. You're dynamic and volatile and a living roller coaster. You're also very attractive and immaculately groomed, so your target sex gets drawn in like a moth. You love the attention and never get tired of it. At a party you command attention, but you're a lightweight with alcohol and if you drink too much there can be trouble.

Like an XSYT, you tend to over-analyze things, so the slightest comment or action from your significant other can send you into a tailspin. Conflict with you can be either very productive or very dangerous. You are incapable of lying -- you have no guile -- and if your partner can't handle the truth, that's his/her problem, not yours. You are explosive when you're upset, but when the smoke clears you are right back on track with no ill will.

This is a highly effective way to resolve issues and keep them from brewing, but this can stun and hurt a partner with a more laid-back approach. You aren't angry later, but s/he might be. Make sure when you've gotten your satisfaction that your partner is satisfied as well!

You would never cheat. But combine your hot-blooded style with the fact that your partner is *attracted* to that style, and you've got a recipe for being cheated on. If you pair up with an X_YG (and that's not unlikely) you may get caught in his/her cycle of cheating. Make sure your partner feels appreciated and loved to balance out the fire of your approach to conflict.

If you're female, you're kind of like Evita or Teresa Heinz Kerry. I can't think of any famous men like this.

Of the 209111 people who have taken this quiz, 5 % are this type.

It was an interesting trip. So true about the alcohol bit...! Not really sure about the commanding attention bit though. Great link, Azmi.

:: nimezs @ 1:50 am [+] ::

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Well, we do stupid things all the time, don't we?

Smile
Though your heart is aching
Smile
Even though it's breaking
When
There are clouds
In the sky,
You'll get by
If you smile
Through your fear and sorrow
Smile
And maybe tomorrow
You'll see the sun
Come shining through
For you

Light up your face
With gladness
Hide every trace
Of sadness
Although a tear
May be ever so near
That's the time
You must keep on trying
Smile,
What's the use of crying?
You'll find that life
Is still worth-while
If you just smile

That's the time
You must keep on trying
Smile,
What's the use of crying?
You'll find that life
Is still worth-while
If you just smile

My friend Neltje said it's stupid because you're fooling yourself, but sometimes, darling, there's nothing else you can do... At least it makes me feel better for a short while.

:: nimezs @ 10:14 pm [+] ::

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The last donut.

Imagine you like eating donuts. You like all donuts, but your particular favourite are chocolate rice donuts. One day, you come across an especially scrumptious looking chocolate donut. But then you find out that this donut is special. It's the last donut. Why the last donut? Because after you've eaten it, you can never eat another donut again.

Would you take this donut? It's the best donut you've seen so far, extremely tempting to the eye. You'll never know how it tastes unless you eat it, but if you eat it, you'll never be able to eat another donut again. Is the delicious looking donut worth it? Maybe you'd never crave another donut again after having this one. But you wouldn't know until you ate it. What would you do?

Would you take the last donut?

:: nimezs @ 4:04 am [+] ::

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The work isn't over the moment you plant a seed. Don't expect the plant to water, prune, fertilize and weed itself.

:: nimezs @ 2:38 am [+] ::

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I don't know why, but suddenly I feel like bitching.

I can't stand rom coms anymore. It's not like I don't like them, but they make me feel sad and they NEVER did in the past. I don't want to feel miserable everytime I watch any kind of romantic show. Moulin Rouge, Hitch, ARGH even the stupid 9pm show on Channel 8.

Romance, romance, romance. It's FREAKING DEAD. As a doornail. I'm quite sure it doesn't exist in a relationship anymore. Every girl wants to be swept off her feet by the right guy, but how often does it happen? OMG. I am reaching the stage where I don't mind being swept off my feet by ANY male. That's how damn much I'm craving the attention.

Point of information? I received one of those nice chinese smses from a guy I hardly know much less even like, but yet, (yes, YET) it actually made me feel good (it made me smile, even) and I almost msged back thank you, even though I've never ever done it before in the entire history of his smsing me.

And that shocked me. It shocked me that I'm so desperate for attention. It shocked me that deep down inside I'm a sad sad cry for attention, and everything I've disliked about anything these days is borne of an overwhelming sense of jealousy. I am even begining to regret the times I rejected the people who ever romanced me. All of you, I'm sorry. I made a mistake, I did not appreciate the things you did. Truly, it's better to be loved than to love.

I think I'm tired of being nice to people I want to like me. Funnily, the people I never try that hard with are the people who like me the best. So maybe the problem is me and my being nice. And if it doesn't seem to make a difference on your attitude towards me whether or not I'm nice to you, then perhaps you're not worth wasting my time on. I'm tired of smiling and pretending to be mature and letting all go and seeming as if I really give a damn sometimes. I do care about some people in my life but like I said to a friend of mine, I want some payback. Because we're really all selfish inside. We only do things so we can receive some form of reward.

I don't know if I can be altruistic anymore. And guess what? I'm still a seething, boiling mass of teenage rage inside and for what it's worth and for everything that's ever happened to me, I think I'm overdue for a nuclear meltdown. And this is my carthasis, my way of getting attention. There IS an audience. I can rant madly.

I hate gilded smiles. I hate people who pay me lip service. I hate people who don't sincerely appreciate the things I do for them. I hate it that I too have to do all these things in order to fit in. Well, screw you and yours. Do beware my gilded smile from now on. I'm not evil but I can be extremely creative.

Also, person(s) who have been stealing money from the clubroom? You're the most despicable of all. You betrayed a trust and wrought misery on many people. If I ever find out who you are, so help me, I will make sure you experience exactly the trauma you dished out so unthinkingly. Somehow it's not enough to know you will someday receive your just desserts. I want to watch you taking it cold and sweet too.

Well, now that's over. I think I can get back to being normal.

Good question, why do I never say what I feel to the people I especially want to know this? Because the whole process of accusation and discussion never gets anywhere but just drags on and on going around in circles. This is why I'm all blank smiles and "I'm fine" to everyone who asks. THIS IS WHY. I'm tired of explaining and hearing your justifications. I'm tired of hearing people ask me what I'm going to do about it. So allow me my ranting, listen and pay attention. If it really bothers you, fine, say something but don't ask me what's wrong. I'm telling you now. And what I'm not telling you, you'll just have to find out yourself. Because frankly sometimes I don't know myself as well as you think I would. That's why we use mirrors to look at ourselves. I'm only human, I am not omniscient. So don't expect me to be able to look at myself.

Figure it out yourself.

:: nimezs @ 12:48 am [+] ::

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Tag board is weirding up. Tired. Not going to say anymore today.

:: nimezs @ 11:38 pm [+] ::

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I am amused. Truly I am. Amused in a good or bad way... Find out yourself.

http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2005/03/come-meet-me.html

I dunno. It seems to me the above blog has been so mentioned or perused because of the cummulative effect of word-of-mouth. I just sat through one post (read: scrolled quickly through) and have come to the conclusion... that apart from the rather atypical swearing and the fantastic pictures and design, the writing isn't really that special.

Hmmm. Ok, by my admission, I have not gone through the contents carefully, and should not be so quick to come to a conclusion, but I just felt that it's funny that popularity means being able to stand out. Applying this logic to society and people in general, you'd be popular if people remembered you for a quality that most others don't have. Even if this quality isn't all that good. It's infamy turned on its head.

*sigh* And intellectual banter? Please don't bother looking for it among people at NUS. It's a very, very rare quality, especially so because it's so easily lost when it can't be sharpened against another wit. Do they even know the meaning of a double entendre? Also, there's a difference between intellectual banter and bitching. But if you're looking for the latter, there's plenty of them to go around. Hey, even the men have jumped on that wagon. And I suppose, in their own way, bitches are intelligent creatures. Haha... they'd have to be to say those things.

:: nimezs @ 5:17 am [+] ::

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Hi, let me introduce you to my new blog, @ neosurrealism.blogspot.com. It's recently been revived and given a face-lift so now it's my new baby. Carpeveritas.blogspot.com will always be my home, and somewhere I rant and rave about life in general, but neosurrealism? That's where I work now, and all the posts are carefully written and more or less thought out. It serves as a base for all the art work, stories and sometimes poetry I have and will do, and is definitely for the lighter palate. If you have time, read through all the entries. Some have little commentaries, and it won't take long. Also, lots and lots of pictures. Or at least there will be from now on. Promise. =)

:: nimezs @ 1:11 am [+] ::

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"Romance"

Romance is a state of mind. An attitude. It's not so much what you do as how you do it. This is why little gestures work so well. It's also why some people just don't get it when it comes to Romance.

If you approach romance and relationships with a cynical attitude or a rigid overly practical state of mind -- You just won't tune in to what's
going on here.

Surprises are an integral part of the romantic lifestyle. The everyday and ordinary can be made into the unexpected and Special. Surprises come in all shapes and sizes and in all budget ranges. Make up your mind to add surprise to your life

Romance is about the little things a call from work for no other reason than to say: "I LOVE YOU." And make it a habit. Make compliments at least once a day. Hug often. Wildflower bouquets. Bring home a favorite classic movie.

ROMANCE: Some associate it with a place... For others, it is sparked by a song. It can develop over a lifetime. or emerge in a moment....

--Joke du Jour, mailing list.

:: nimezs @ 1:16 am [+] ::

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Brother wanted a banner for his website, Final Fantasy style, so I butted in and helped him. Pretty nice, though, don't you think?

:: nimezs @ 6:08 pm [+] ::

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Baby, it's a wild world.

Listening to this now, and literally chilling out in my air-conditioned hidey hole. I've been spending a lot of time in my room, like a sad disfigured skeleton in the cupboard.

Things I've learnt this week.

Misery loves company. For the first few days, then it just gets sick of it.

There are more Singaporeans who love Singapore than I realised. This among my age group. Not everyone's going to run off to Australia/Canada/America/England forever and ever. For that I'm glad.

It's nice to have neighbours who care.

Ditto on friends.

Men seem to dig Winona Ryder for no other reason than she's cute.

I still think Nick Shen is adorable in First Touch.

Chicken pox is the worst stay-home illness EVER.

THEY'RE NO LONGER SHOWING DAYS OF OUR LIVES AT 1PM!! *sob*

Touched by An Angel is actually quite good.

I can't think of anything else for the moment. Everyday was quite similar.

:: nimezs @ 6:26 pm [+] ::

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It's true, you know. 

:: nimezs @ 2:10 am [+] ::

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Saturday Dinner. BEFORE I GOT THE POX!!! 

I don't know where the other photos are because no one sent them to me, and THIS one I stole off Claire's blog. (Thanks dear) But it's kinda small and the resolution's not too good. I'm very pleased that this is the photo she put up instead of the other one, 'cause before that the rest of them were standing behind me and Ann, and I remarked that it was like we were the parents of a whole bunch of girls. It's more balanced like that, don't you think?

:: nimezs @ 2:06 am [+] ::

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Men? Explain to me now, please. Why do you think Winona Ryder is hot?

I don't understand. And just so I can sleep soundly in bed tonight, this post? Completely innocent. I'm just trying to understand, y'all.

:: nimezs @ 1:34 am [+] ::

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Having chicken pox makes me feel old. And tired. It itches and hurts at the same time and worstest place to have a pox is on your hands. And your mouth, because they (and let me know if I'm not making this clear enough for you) hurt like... something that hurts a lot. I have one in my throat, so that's not making eating easy at all.

And you wander around trying not to touch anything or scratch anything. And there's nothing to do at all that would make you feel more comfortable.

I'm sad. I don't want chicken pox. My throat hurts, and I can't eat properly. Not to mention the fact my face seems to be on oil production overload...

:: nimezs @ 1:29 pm [+] ::

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