Sunday, January 30
Your scores are below
Overall:
Melancholy:15
Phlegmatic:14
Sanguine:9
Choleric:2
Strengths:
Melancholy:6
Phlegmatic:9
Sanguine:4
Choleric:1
Weaknesses:
Melancholy:9
Phlegmatic:5
Sanguine:5
Choleric:1
All right.
So I am melancholic and phlegmatic.
Funny that I always thought the latter meant one has alotALOT of phlegm.
Yellow or greenish coloured phlegm.
And yes, you've got it right -
I thought choleric referred to the state of having cholera.
Do you not agree why I am classified melancholic?
Hey.
But I should not allow myself to be
C L A S S I F I E D .
I had a bad morning.
Yet the tears were reciprocated with a precious 'sorry' - a worthy trade, indeed.
Then the real game began.
I am so proud of my Friendster photos.
Too bad there's a limit for six pictures,
otherwise the saga of thy camera whores will have ensued...
I need to source for some web-photolog of some kind.
Then Vanity Fair will be cast in reality with Barney and company.
Time travels at light-speed.
I need to chase back the lost moments.
Or perhaps, I am just addicted to the thrill of chase.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 1:21 AM
Thursday, January 27
I do think Life is beautiful.
With all the colours, sceneries, people and sounds - how bad can Life be?
I was wondering how miserable Life will be for me if I lost the priviledge to hear, or even see.
The spiralling silence.
Moving without a single shuffle.
No voices, nor music.
Even motion will seem to be stifled and Time itself, stalled.
Imagine a world without colours,
self-expression will be deintensified; aesthetics will not be fully-appreciated.
Perpetual dreariness.
How terrible Life will be in grayscale!
Doubly so, in a dimension sentenced to silence.
Thank God for His version of Life to us.
And I still want to watch Life Is Beautiful.
Yet sometimes, it is better not to think about Life at all.
Recollections, reeking of raging regret, rush rapidly to rout.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 10:37 PM
Tuesday, January 25
I am enjoying webgraph with a lovelorn barney right beside me.
"Take Off To The Rocking Sky," she types.
I have already endured the gruelling mock test,
so the Marquis de Sade in me decides to laugh at her work.
Marketing's done, F I N A L L Y .
I completed the insane essay outline.
I have absolutely no clue about IAC (!)
Otherwise, life's been all right.
I found myself in a fishing village in Batu Pahat recently.
A lovely place on a lovely Sunday.
More about that when I've recollected myself.
Scraps still lay in Batu Pahat, I suspect.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 11:14 AM
Friday, January 21
As Annie sings,
It's the hard-knock life!
Somewhat akin to that of Twist's.
The melody sounds joyous and cheery,
yet it fails to cover up the fact it's T H E hard-knock life.
It's all right.
It's going to be transitory.
As many, many things are in the world.
Incessant panic pangs plaugue (now you really know I am mad about alliteration) me.
Open House.
Grammar test.
Marketing templates with Mentos and Yupi (!)
The prospects of repeating IAC.
And a messy lifestyle that is about to get even messier.
And really, do not attempt to stretch my patience.
I can get pissive (Definition: perpetually pissed off, Credit: Noor Rab[i]a Rab[i]a) too.
Boo.
I can't wait for this semster to end.
But I truly dread getting onto Year 2.
Alright, man.
Good'ol contradictory cynical debbeee is baaaaaaaaaaaaaack!
(the drawl that hints of neurotic dysfunction)
Boo.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 11:27 PM
Thursday, January 20
03:47 on my clock.
I struggled to crawl out of my bed in the dark to complete work otherwise left untouched.
All because I was too upset yesterday.
Really, I have never disliked someone so much apart from my Primary 1 form tutor.
I particularly hate it when someone attempts the 'guilt' treatment on me.
I feel guilty very easily and will you please do not contradict yourself?
I will find it extremely difficult to respect you.
I will be sniggering away in my heart.
Not only me.
I couldn't help but be loose-lipped in front of my 'always-there-for-you' mudheads.
Afterall, my eyes told the story.
I merely filled in the descriptions with my meagre vocabulary.
Oh, what lethargy with the Open House just yesterday.
All the work shall resume in another three hours' time.
Wait - let me correct myself - the work starts now.
Marketing and radio script and writtcomm and IAC and
not a moment to breathe.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 4:44 AM
Monday, January 17
I got pink pumps.
Pink Pumps.
Doesn't the phrase sound nice?
Emphasise on the 'P' sounds.
let your lips gather together;
expel the air with a slight force to achieve the cathartic effect.
Doubly.
Anyway, I couldn't find pumps in my size,
until I was looking in Bata and... ...
-Voila!-
A nice pair of kids' pink pumps that fits to a T!
Hurrah.
I finally own a pair of flat pumps.
(Albeit being a sickeningly sweet shade of pink.)
Lectures were absolutely torturous.
Save for WrittComm, since I got a Mars Bar.
Not that I like Mars Bars, but Pearl liked it anyway.
Can I exult over the coming of break weeks?
Hip Hip Hurrah!
I need to catch up on some brain inactivity (not literally, tho').
Oh, but there's still the SYMC.
O h w e l l .
I turn to Cranberries in time of er, perpetual highstrung-ness.
Have a break, have a Cranberries. (Yes, it's gramatically incorrect. So?)
No Need To Argue
by Cranberries
There's no need to argue anymore.
I gave all I could but it left me so sore
And the thing that makes me mad
is the one thing that I had
I knew, I knew, I'd lose you.
You'll always be special to me,
special to me, to me.
And I remember all the things we once shared.
Watching tv movies on the living room armchair.
But they say it will work out fine.
Was it all a waste of time
cause I knew, I knew, I'd lose you
You'll always be special to me,
special to me, to me.
Will I forget in time.
You said I was on your mind.
There's no need to argue,
No need to argue anymore.
There's no need to argue anymore.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 10:23 PM
Saturday, January 15
I am too exhausted to blog.
Words fail me after being overworked in
http://writtcomm04.blogspot.com
Much to my chagrin,
Messers P.Wong and J.Sharpe never leave comments.
Boo.
I need to get well soon.
Open House's next Wed(19th), Thurs(20th) and Sat(22nd) of January.
Come, everbody, just C O M E .
Time passes at a frightening rate.
I'm turning nineteen this year.
That would be ... ... NIRVANA NINETEEN.
I wish.
I think I'm turning quite materialistic.
I have come a long way to be smitten with the Bonbons ring from Lee Hwa.
It's so... ... delectable.
I like Ishq.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 11:48 PM
Friday, January 14
Hurrah.
The weekend's here, f i n a l l y .
Make me raise a brow - what's new?
I officially loathe those insolent brats,
who irritate me till no end on bus 154.
(Greg, if you reading, it's YOUR brilliant alma mater.)
Clad in white uniform;
armed with uncapped Sprite bottles;
lacking in a certain balancing ability and manners?
I have an unspoken affinity with Sprite, I must say.
Ah, allow me to be the villain sometimes, eh?
Another crazy week ensues.
Everything's just one huge whirlpool.
I'm rushing to catch up with myself.
Ha, ha!
Radio is finally a l'il funner today. (yes, fun-ner, you've a probelm with that?)
The jingles were spasm-inducing.
I finally got a decent grade for SocPsych,
even tho' our skit screwed up.
School's still unappealing without modules like LocVid and lecturers like Suja Thomas.
Much less eye-candies.
Almost eight freakin' years after Neoprints are in fashion,
I find the camera-whore in me.
Neoprints ARE fun, indeed.
Digi-cams are, too!
Credit due to none other than you, HUUUUU-da.
This is such a fragmented post.
I don't post anything contructive anymore.
You know, manyMANY eyes are on this space.
I reiterate - manymanymanyMANY eyes.
I feel like an eccentric fishmonger.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 1:21 AM
Wednesday, January 12
Five more minutes to four in the silent morning.
Time is ticking,
my brain is swooning.
Finishing off Writtcomm depresses me -
dark chocolates support cardiovascular health.
BITTERNESS IS GOOD FOR THE HEART.
Cocoa(80%) inertia is not totally unfounded after all.
Words choke me,
I can almost cough my lungs out.
My nose is an excellent athlete,
but an enviromentally-unfriendly one.
I lust after the blood of the anal mister who invented APA citations.
I'll smile again when the day breaks.
I always do
because I have to.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 3:55 AM
Monday, January 10
If mad is the word, I doubt the prowess of the English language.
Because I am not just mad as in outraged;
neither am I simply mad as in deprived of a sane Mind.
The start to the new year has been outrageously hilarious.
Almost akin to the comedy that spun out of control.
That spanned the noblest tragedy.
Made the audience laugh in bitterness.
Shed tears of laughter.
Was there even an initial distinction between their sorrow and joy?
Perhaps.
Jaded right from the start,
but where do you mark the head?
Was there even an end previously?
You never did ask,
so I never did tell.
Not to worry -
God will provide. Jehovah Jireh Jehovah Jireh Jehovah Jireh Jehovah Jireh. The Lord will provide.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 10:36 PM
Saturday, January 8
All is lost.
I couldn't log onto MeL for the grammar test.
I have had enough of blood-pressure raising tensions from projects assignments.
Somehow my lovable mum thinks MCM has stolen her daughter away from her.
Her sane and smiley daughter, that is.
Don't even think of a proper post.
I crave the sleep of a thousand light years.
No more.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 8:39 PM
Tuesday, January 4
I am freakin' upset.
Everything's going awry.
Radio report sucks.
Writtcomm was unpleasant.
WebCG is pressing.
SocPsych is non-progressive.
Marketing is a chore.
CATS has a time-consuming presentation.
I missed IAC for some reason unbeknownst to myself.
AND Mel has this annoying glitch.
I can't log in and do lots of stuff.
Hurrah.
I'm gonna make a mess out of this semester.
The following five weeks are going to be the peak of my insanity.
Abba Father, wherefore art thou?
I need your touch.
I need Y O U .
d e b b e e e kvetched at 3:21 PM
Saturday, January 1
It could have been uncertainty, or even fear.
The worst fall my Mind ever took since two years back.
On par with the 3 seconds anti-gravitational fall,
except it took less than 3 seconds, yet seemed more than 3 years.
Extraordinary, isn't it?
They say you win some, you lose some.
I think I lost way too much.
Or maybe I'm just an extremely sore loser.
Right, that's it.
L-O-S-E-R
Don't even start philosophising on self-esteem.
That is pure self-centredness.
I detest SocPsych.
So leave me to run wailing into the arms of God.
Not to worry, I don't need your sympathy.
I will be fine.
I am.
d e b b e e e kvetched at 6:05 PM
"Cap, Pas Cap?"
Jeux D'enfants.
Never-ending childhood; friendship.
The game that spanned a lifetime.
A beautiful tale I never tire of.
Such a torturous affection - it pained them to love.
Their ability to hurt each other became an inevitable demonstration of mutual attraction.
The way she implied he wasn't important to her by declaring he could never hurt her.
The way he asked her to be his wedding witness.
The way she left him running after the bus.
The way he bought exactly the same dress, which she wore four years ago, for his fiancee.
And the way they dared each other in death.
But it was more than a game,
more than mere viciousness they intended for each other.
Perhaps they just couldn't separate each other's dares from reality anymore.
Childhood, memories and all, then became the very essence of their existence?
Julien. Sophie. A pretty tin.
How stubborn can the two be -
they could have been still daring each other at the age of 80!
See how they could have repeated the same pranks, sharing candies from the same old tin.
Only difference lies in the verbal declaration of their love.
It's been ages since a movie made me tear this sorrowfully.
Splendid way to slip into the new year.
First, Vita Brevis and now, Jeux D'enfants.
Books and shows like these set me thinking so much,
I don't even feel like sleeping.
It's already 5 hours into 2005, and I shall take it to the Lord.
La Vie En Rose
Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is la vie en rose
When you kiss me heaven sighs
And though I close my eyes
I see la vie en rose
When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom
And when you speak
Angels sing from above
Everyday words seems
To turn into love song
Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be la vie en rose
d e b b e e e kvetched at 3:27 AM