And damnit. There is somebody's blog which has a link to a quiz called "which one of captain jack sparrow's bizarre sayings from Pirates of the Caribbean are you?" And I desperately want to do the quiz, because the person who's blog I found it on, was "but why is the rum gone?" which is of course the best quote in the world.
And the picture:


But the frickin link isn't working. Quizilla is down. Bloody annoying.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. - Pablo Neruda

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

scroll down. OH MY GOD is correct. There are no other words.

Finally finished an emath paper one. It has taken me from 545 to 835, with lotsa distractions such as my dad singing the James Bond theme with a funny little dance, and my mom opening a box of Godiva chocolates. Mmm heaven. Anyhow, moral of the story: I still don't know if I'm up to speed. Literally.

And the HC/RJ dilemma resurfaces, because my dad thinks I should go to Hwa Chong. His reason is purely altruism of course: Hwa Chong will be closer to home for a longer time. However I think I will stick to my decision of RJ, Jamie Reeves be damned.

And now I desperately want the Blue Man Group album. Latest one - The Complex. It seems that my music taste is greatly shaped by the television that I watch. Well it's a good thing. Atleast my musical horizons are broadening...

A husband and wife are traveling by car from Key West to Boston. After almost twenty-four hours on the road, they're too tired to continue, and they decide to stop for a rest. They stop at a nice hotel and take a room, but they only plan to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road. When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a bill for $350. The man explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it's a nice hotel; the rooms certainly aren't worth $350. When the clerk tells him $350 is the standard rate, the man insists on speaking to the Manager.

The Manager appears, listens to the man, and then explains that the hotel has an Olympic-size pool and a huge conference centre that were available for the husband and wife to use.
"But we didn't use them," the man complains.
"Well, they are here, and you could have," explains the Manager. He goes on to explain they could have taken in one of the shows for which the hotel is famous.
"The best entertainers from New York, Hollywood and Las Vegas perform here," the Manager says.
"But we didn't go to any of those shows," complains the man again.
"Well, we have them, and you could have", the Manager replies.
No matter what facility the Manager mentions, the man replies, "But we didn't use it!"
The Manager is not moved, and eventually the man gives up and agrees to pay.

He writes a check and gives it to the Manager. The Manager is surprised when he looks at the check.
"But sir," he says, "This check is only made out for $100."
"That's right," says the man. "I charged you $250 for sleeping with my wife."
"But I didn't!" exclaims the Manager.
"Well," the man replies, "She was here, and you could have."

A smile fell in the grass.
Irretrievable!

And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?

Such pure leaps and spirals ----
Surely they travel

The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift

Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.

Their flesh bears no relation.
Cold folds of ego, the calla,

And the tiger, embellishing itself ----
Spots, and a spread of hot petals.

The comets
Have such a space to cross,

Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off ----

Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given

These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes

Six sided, white
On my eyes, my lips, my hair

Touching and melting.
Nowhere.

-- The Night Dances / Plath

Chit claims credit for mooshed.
However, I still claim beautifuck. Daph will of course fight me on that one. Anyway, should start using that word again.

Shoutbox is unmooshed. Yay.
Although chit tells me that it's always been mooshed on her browser. But then on her browser daph's blog words are like size 5 or something. Somebody leave me a note and tell me if it's like that for you as well.

And mooshed has become part of our vocabulary. Who came up with it?

Only problem. Shoutbox is mooshed. Damnit. Well. The picture's worth it. But I will go fiddle around with template to see if I can bring the shoutbox back upstairs.

OH MY GOD my image thing WORKED. Haha I am proud of my html skills. Although basically all I did was dig through chit's shoutbox archives to find daph's little lesson in how to put in images.

And speaking of daph, DAPH CHECK OUT THOSE FOREARMS!!! AND he looks like Robert Downey Jr. That is officially my favourite picture of the year.

The Interesting Spam That I Get


Arguing with your Boss is like 'wrestling with a pig in mud'. After a while, you realize that while you are getting dirty, the pig is actually 'enjoying it'.


Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again !!!!


Complex problems have simple, easy to understand, wrong answers.


It is not exactly cheating, I prefer to consider it 'creative problem solving'.


Whoever said money can't buy happiness, didn't know where to shop.


Alcohol doesn't solve any problems, but then again, neither does milk.


Most people are only 'alive' because it is illegal to shoot them.


I'm not a complete idiot, there're still some parts missing.


Forgive your enemies but remember their names.


The number of people watching you is directly proportional to the stupidity of your action.


I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father - He said he wanted more proof.
Sloane you listenin'?


Some pain is physical and some is mental, but one that's both is dental.


Life is pleasant, death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

REWARDING HANGOVER

Rodney wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. Rodney looks around the room and sees that it is in a perfect order, spotless, clean. So's the rest of the house.

He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.

Rodney asks, "Son, what happened last night?"

His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."

Confused, Rodney asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me?"

His son replies, "Oh that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off you said, "Lady leave me alone, I'm married!"

HAHAHHA


Gay Bear


Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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My peerguardian, for some reason, perpetually has 47 hits. Interesting.
I should go sleep now before waking up to do chem or something.

Heh daph you'll love this review.

My brother emailed my DAD from India, telling him to tell me not to twop too much, and to study instead of being on the computer all the time. He wants to be my, I don't know what to call it, supervisor? Invigilator? Spy? Basically the annoying little piss. And my dad puts it down to his meaning well, and that he is a "wise young man". Means well my ass.

I have figured out the problem with Lauren. Because I was thinking, the Lauren-Vaughn scenes would have been really nice had it been Sydney. And then I was thinking about how, all the actors said in interviews that it would be impossible to hate the wife. I think from the script, the scenes with Lauren might actually have made us like her, but we just hate her so much and I personally find it hard to believe that JJ and the actors could have misjudged the response so totally.

So I have a theory. I think they planned for her to really be a nice person, and the script works for that. But some casting person made a REALLY bad decision, and maybe for some reason it couldn't be reversed. Maybe Melissa George's daddy pulled strings? All Australian actors seem to have influential families. Anyway, Melissa George got cast. And she's just not the type of person that you look at, and think that she must be a nice person. If it had been someone who looks at first glance like a sweet woman, I really think we could have liked Lauren Reed. Unfortunately MG looks like a horrible person, and her accent is all wrong, and she has no chemistry whatsoever with Vartan. And she just turns Lauren into a super-bitch.

That Damn Lauren Reed.

haha that'll only be understood by alias AND gg fans, aka Chit.

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Job	Whore
Partner	Ron Weasley
Death	Killed by Voldemort
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Your Life: The Movie by mintyduck
Who will play you:	Mary-Kate Olsen
Who will play your love interest:	Shannen Doherty
Weeks you will stay in the box office:	24
Song that will play during your love scene:	ABBA - Take a Chance On Me
Song that will play during your death:	Black Box Recorder - Seasons in the Sun
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I hate Shannon Doherty. Especially as my LOVE INTEREST. Though she was the best Charmed One. And Mary-Kate Olsen as me, that's kindof alright. Although she's likely to be an airhead in real life. She's quite pretty and has nice clothes. The clothes SHE wears, that is, not her Wal-Mart line. That is.. well, Wal-Mart. ABBA and Black Box Recorder, that's nice. Strangely I've had the "I stopped talking when I was six years old" line from Child Psychology on replay in my head for the past few days although I haven't listened to the song in ages. Very weird. Maybe it's an omen. Currently people are finding it hard to understand what I'm saying cos my nose is SO blocked... Or Dose is so blocked. I had a question for my tutor and I had to repeat it FIVE times before she got what I was saying. But then she probably didn't understand the question itself cos I was asking for a translation of an English phrase, and Tamil teachers have this habit of just pretending not to hear you properly when they don't know something, instead of admitting defeat. Anyway the woman didn't 'understand' even after the fifth repeat, so she randomly started talking about something else. Another entry for the Loonies of the World book or tv show that Chit is probably going to compile soon. With her maid as the biggest star.

Oh FUCK. I watched one scene from Repercussions. And I need to rant. Or rave. Or something. And Chit just hung up on me cos she was sleeping when I called. Bloody HELL that was a cool scene. Ahhhhh damnit.

Vaughn wakes up in the hospital, and he sees Sydney sitting there next to him. And she's all Oh My GOD thank god you're alive I thought I lost you. (Which is ironic because she's already lost him in another way, and it's called the RONG). And he caresses her cheek and tells her that he's right there. And she's tearing up and she sort of kisses his hand, and she tells him that almost losing him made her realise how much she missed him, and he tells her that he missed her too. And she's like Really? You DID? And he nods, and he sort of lifts his head off the pillow a bit and she leans down and kisses him. And she starts kissing his neck, and suddenly she stabs him. Again. Right where she stabbed him earlier (that was the cause of his being in the hospital.) And she gets up and she's back in Angry!Syd mode, and she's all narrowed eyes and shit, going How could you do this to me? in a reprise of her You never should have betrayed me.

And you're all what the FUCK and then.... BADUMBUM. Vaughn wakes up again. It was all a DREAM. And the stupid COW is sitting right where Sydney was in the dream, and Vaughn's looking confused and bleary as hell, so she thinks he's braindead or something, so in a really awful piece of acting, she goes, Sweetheart, do you remember me? And he's like, Of course. And she lays her head on SACRED GROUND. Vaughn's chest. And Vaughn's looking troubled. That BETTER not be the last scene of the episode, because I sure as hell need to know what happens after that. Because he probably realises that he still loves Sydney, or something like that.

DAMN that scene was so REAL. Ok thank god, I don't think it's the last scene, cos I'm just looking at the last screencap, from Alias Media, and it's Lauren at Vaughn's bed, but she's wearing a black shirt, unlike the beige suit-thingy she was wearing in the clip. And she's CARESSING HIS FACE. It's so damn annoying, with the honeys and the sweethearts and the hugs and kisses. Interesting thing, however, is that we've only seen Lauren calling her snookums Honey and Sweetheart. No terms of endearment from the Vaughn side however. Not even a nickname, whereas he only ever called Sydney 'Syd'.

I am pleased, though. Alias is back to providing the powerful scenes again. And no more Mannequin Vaughn. And the Nov sweeps will have Merrin and Brad back! Yay.

OK I should now try to pull myself away from the Haze and do some physics or something.

I am afflicted. With a terribly raw throat and a cough. Since yesterday morning. I guess Bacardi last night was not a terribly good idea either.

It is painful, and merely breathing makes my throat all tickly, in a very unpleasant way. Save me.

Daph's quiz:

You are Bookish Remus!

Fiction is better than reality for you, but you
prefer the honesty of learning from books to
the uncertainty of dealing with people. You
admire cleverness in others, probably because
it's what you're proud of in yourself. You hold
intelligence in high regard. Sometimes
communication frightens you, as does letting
yourself go and opening up to people. Possibly
this is because you don't think you're very
interesting and you don't want others to see
your weaknesses. Or you could simply be
arrogant. Either way, the real world fazes you
a little. The wolf says: Get a life!


Remus Revealed - what's your inner wolf? (a Harry Potter quiz)
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The fiction and reality thing is sadly, kindof true. But not so much books as TV (heh) and movies. The Alias-related haze. I do in fact need to get a life.

My Alias Obsession: last night, at 1230 we got bored at Aditi's house so she and Minty and I decided to go over to my house, because Aditi's place is in Pandan Valley as well. I realised you can almost see my garden from hers, except there's a tree in the way. Stupid tree. We watched the important bits of the season 3 episodes. Hee. Lotsa dissing of the COW. And Minty agrees that Sweiss is a nice ship. Aditi is amazed by my obsession with Alias.

Minty and Aditi and Avanti are totally nuts over Harry Potter though. Lotsa talking about fanfic that I'm not interested in. But this innuendo-from-hp list, tonsa fun. Some of the stuff is really priceless. Do not read in front of parents, because these are quotes that are in-your-face smut when taken out of context, which is basically the point of the site.

Ok I should amend my statement in previous entry. I love Johnny Depp in ANYTHING. Including, and in fact very importantly in Pirates. I just don't understand how anyone who appreciates Johnny Depp's greatness can like Orlando Bloom in Pirates as well, because he just doesn't compare at all. He's pathetic and, according to Minty, feminine, and just basically SAD in comparison to Johnny the Great. Anyway, Minty is sitting next to me and telling me that she doesn't understand how I can't like Orly. I think he's cute, but that is of no consequence. He is sad.

In other news, and Danielle Steele, mistress of weird romantic/trying-to-be-inspirational books, has a new book out called Johnny Angel. And yes, I did type Johnny Depp there before changing it to Angel. OK gotta stop being boring and socialise.

Got home at 3 am last night. Well, this morning. Because they were playing cards, some gambling thing. And then they made my dad sing. Diwali parties are so fun. We also played Taboo and watched the important parts of lotr 2. HEE. Important parts means Aragorn, and for them, Legolas. (For some reason, they all loved both Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp in Pirates. Incomprehensible.)

Now I have been woken up at the ungodly hour of ten. To go to the temple. Happy Diwali.

You are Sark


Which Member of the Alias SpyGang are you?
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Hahahaha I don't think the description fits. But it is cool. I am a Sark. Sarks are cool. We don't have first names.

The Big Five is currently the most accepted personality model in the scientific community. The Big Five emerged from the work of multiple independent scientists/researchers starting in the 1950s who using different techniques obtained similar results. Those results were that there are five distinct personality traits/dimensions. Here are your results on each dimension:


Extroversion results were moderately high which suggests you are talkative, optimistic, sociable and affectionate but possibly not very reflective.

Friendliness results were moderately low which suggests you tend to be rude, uncooperative, and irritable.

Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you tend to be unreliable, lazy, careless, and unmotivated.

Emotional Stability results were medium which suggests you are moderately worrying, insecure, emotional, and nervous.

Intellectualness results were very high which suggests you are very creative, original, curious, imaginative but possibly not very practical.

Overall, you scored highest on Intellectualness and lowest on Orderliness.


Hmm.. I'm not that unfriendly, I think. Though I do say things very rashly and regret them the moment after they're out of my mouth. And I think I'm more relaxed than emotional. Haha. I'm intellectual. Right.

General: ENFPs are both "idea"-people and "people"-people, who see everyone and everything as part of an often bizarre cosmic whole. They want to both help (at least, their own definition of "help") and be liked and admired by other people, on bo th an individual and a humanitarian level. They are interested in new ideas on principle, but ultimately discard most of them for one reason or another.

Social/Personal Relationships: ENFPs have a great deal of zany charm, which can ingratiate them to the more stodgy types in spite of their unconventionality. They are outgoing, fun, and genuinely like people. As SOs/mates they are warm, affectionate (l ots of PDA), and disconcertingly spontaneous. However, attention span in relationships can be short; ENFPs are easily intrigued and distracted by new friends and acquaintances, forgetting about the older ones for long stretches at a time. Less mature E NFPs may need to feel they are the center of attention all the time, to reassure them that everyone thinks they're a wonderful and fascinating person.

ENFPs often have strong, if unconvential, convictions on various issues related to their Cosmic View. They usually try to use their social skills and contacts to persuade people gently of the rightness of these views; his sometimes results in their negle cting their nearest and dearest while flitting around trying to save the world.
Work Environment: ENFPs are pleasant, easygoing, and usually fun to work with. They come up with great ideas, and are a major asset in brainstorming sessions. Followthrough tends to be a problem, however; they tend to get bored quickly, especially if a newer, more interesting project comes along. They also tend to be procrastinators, both about meeting hard deadlines and about performing any small, uninteresting tasks that they've been assigned. ENFPs are at their most useful when working in a group w ith a J or two to take up the slack.

ENFPs hate bureaucracy, both in principle and in practice; they will always make a point of launching one of their crusades against some aspect of it.

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Extraverted iNtuitive Feeling Perceiving
by Joe Butt

ENFPs are friendly folks. Most are really enjoyable people. Some of the most soft-hearted people are ENFPs.

ENFPs have what some call a "silly switch." They can be intellectual, serious, all business for a while, but whenever they get the chance, they flip that switch and become CAPTAIN WILDCHILD, the scourge of the swimming pool, ticklers par excellence. Som etimes they may even appear intoxicated when the "switch" is flipped.

One study has shown that ENFPs are significantly overrepresented in psychodrama. Most have a natural propensity for role-playing and acting.

ENFPs like to tell funny stories, especially about their friends. This penchant may be why many are attracted to journalism. I kid one of my ENFP friends that if I want the sixth fleet to know something, I'll just tell him.

ENFPs are global learners. Close enough is satisfactory to the ENFP, which may unnerve more precise thinking types, especially with such things as piano practice ("three quarter notes or four ... what's the difference?") Amazingly, some ENFPs are adept at exacting disciplines such as mathematics.

Friends are what life is about to ENFPs, moreso even than the other NFs. They hold up their end of the relationship, sometimes being victimized by less caring individuals. ENFPs are energized by being around people. Some have real difficulty being alone , especially on a regular basis.

One ENFP colleague, a social worker, had such tremendous interpersonal skills that she put her interviewers at ease during her own job interview. She had the ability to make strangers feel like old friends.

ENFPs sometimes can be blindsided by their secondary Feeling function. Hasty decisions based on deeply felt values may boil over with unpredictable results. More than one ENFP has abruptly quit a job in such a moment.

Functional Analysis

Extraverted iNtuition
The physical world, both geos and kosmos, is the ENFP's primary source of information. Rather than sensing things as they are, dominant intuition is sensitive to things as they might be. These extraverted intuitives are most adept with patterns and connections. Their natural inclination is toward relationships, especially among people or living things.

Intuition leans heavily on feeling for meaning and focus. Its best patterns reflect the interesting points of people, giving rise to caricatures of manner, speech and expression.

Introverted Feeling
Auxiliary feeling is nonverbally implied more often than it is openly expressed. When expressed, this logic has an aura of romance and purity that may seem out of place in this flawed, imperfect world. In its own defense, feeling judgement frequently and fleetly gives way to humor. ENFPs who publicize their feelings too often may put off some of the crowd of friends they naturally attract.

Extraverted Thinking
Thinking, the process which runs to impersonal conclusions, holds the extraverted tertiary position. Used on an occasional basis, ENFPs may benefit greatly from this ability. Less mature and lacking the polish of higher order functions, Thinking is not well suited to be used as a prominent function. As with other FP types, the ENFP unwary of Thinking's limitations may find themselves most positively mistaken.

Introverted Sensing
Sensing, the least discernible ENFP function, resides in the inner world where reality is reduced to symbols and icons--ideas representing essences of external realities. Under the influence of the ever-present intuition, the ENFP's sensory perceptions are in danger of being replaced by hypothetical data consistent with pattern and paradigm. When it is protected and nourished, introverted sensing provides information about the fixed. From such firm anchoring ENFPs are best equipped to launch into thousands of plausibilities and curiosities yet to be imagined.

Perhaps the combination of introverted Feeling and childlike introverted Sensing is responsible for the silent pull of ENFPs to the wishes of parents, authority figures and friends. Or perhaps it's the predominance of indecisive intuition in combination with the ambiguity of secondary Fi and tertiary Te that induces these kind souls to capitulate even life-affecting decisions. Whatever the dynamic, ENFPs are strongly influenced by the opinions of their friends.

Famous ENFPs:
Franz Joseph Haydn, composer Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain)
Will Rogers, humorist
Buster Keaton
Theodor "Dr." Seuss Geisel, children's author (The Cat in the Hat)
Mickey Rooney, actor
James Dobson, "Focus on the Family"
Andy Rooney, television news commentator
Carol Burnett, comedian
Paul Harvey, radio announcer
Elizabeth Montgomery, actor (Bewitched)
Bill Cosby, comedian, actor (Ghost Dad)
Dom Delouise, actor
Dave Thomas, owner of Wendy's hamburger chain
Lewis Grizzard, newspaper columnist
I. King Jordan, president of Gallaudet University
Martin Short, actor-comedian
Meg Ryan, actor (When Harry Met Sally)
Robin Williams, actor, comedian (Dead Poet's Society, Mrs. Doubtfire)
Sandra Bullock, actor (Speed, While You Were Sleeping)
Robert Downey (Heart and Souls)
Alicia Silverstone (Clueless)
Sinbad
Andy Kaufman

Fictional:
Dr. Doug Ross (ER)
Balkie (Perfect Strangers)
Ariel (The Little Mermaid)
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Steve Irkle

I sound jealous/bitter that Gwen doesn't talk to me. Just to clarify, I'm not. She just annoys me. Because I'm an attention whore, or because she's just a stupid mummy's girl bratbitch. With the accompanying sweet smile.

I spent the day trudging around rj, then walking to jelita, then going to hwa chong and trudging around some more. And what has it left me with? One bottle of newater, another left behind at Pizza Hut, a headache, sore neck, huge blister on foot, extreme exhaustion, and worst of all, the biggest dilemma of my life.

Hwa Chong or RJ? I thought I had it all figured out. I was gonna go RJ. But now chit is completely swayed to go to HC, and Dawn's going. And to me it IS very attractive. Argh. Later I will make a long pro/con list ala Rory. Now I just wanna sleep.

Unfortunately the parents are having some stupid fancy diwali party and every few minutes I am called out to either say hello to so-and-so, or help the waiter to find something, or help the maid with something she doesn't know how to do and that my mother's too busy/harried to help her with. And of course, entertain the kiddies. Until a few minutes ago an 11 year old girl was stuck in my room, and the two of us stared at each other for a while before I handed her a book and basically told her to Read. And there is some other girl in secondary one somewhere, whom my mother always tells me to talk to, but who never talks to me despite my one attempt to make conversation a year ago at the same function held by my parents. She's a fuckin snob, just hangs around attached at the hip to her mother (i just saw them sharing the same plate), and while her mother talks to the other people, she just smiles sweetly at them. I've honestly never seen her without her mother at any function. So I no longer attempt politeness. Just walk away when mutti tells me, "Gwen's here! Go talk to her."

Twenty minutes later: Mom made me go out and smile at people. Gwen smiled back at me. Yay. Some kid my brother's age, who learns carnatic music, was made to sing a few minutes ago. I pity him, and I ran away because I also learn carnatic music. Also, spoke to Shirin on the phone, and let her make the decision for me, stupid as it may sound. I'm going to RJ. I weighed the pros and cons of the two schools sort of in my head already, and I still couldn't decide, so I let her tell me that RJ was better.

Other details: my dal is brown and my rice is multicoloured and my cauliflower is yellow. Aloo gobi. Haha. And most of it is untouched because I have no appetite/too tired to eat. Supposed to go for other party at Minty's house next. That should be more interesting, but wondering if for once in my life I should listen to my head and just GO TO BED.

What a fucking boring, whiny post. And I had promised myself that my blog would never be a recount of my day. This post is worse, it's like a minute-by-minute (almost) recap of my life.

MUST CALL CHIT TO REMIND HER TO TAPE 24.

And chit's maid is one of the world's loonies. Check it out.

Now I think I really must dig out the books. All this because the smurfs are red. Atleast it was a bit of a history revision. And fanfic does impart knowledge after all.

Uh. More weirdness. Phantom wings and secret twins.

OOh. George Bush is the Devil's Spawn? I won't disagree with this one.

Revelation: The smurfs are red. It's incredibly disturbing, that a kids show was full of communist propaganda. And the strangest thing is, The Smurfs, though created as a comic strip by a Belgian guy, only became really popular after it was made into a cartoon in the United States. And speaking of Belgium, apparently it doesn't exist.

Huh. Iced tea is also communist. And apparently Sesame Street is designed to espouse American values, thus it is currently being shown in Iraq. And Richie Rich is intended to teach capitalism. "Looking back, our resistance was not destroyed (only our happy childhood memories) but only due to the determination of other cartoons such as G.I. Joe and Richie Rich who's goal it was to instill in the children of the western world the morals and values of Capitalism." I feel indoctrinated. Richie Rich did make me want a hell of a lot of money. But then I always want money. I am terribly capitalist. Maybe it was Richie Rich's fault. Too much American TV.

So, apparently the battle between cartoons is a subversive way of "recruiting" kids to opposing sides. The Cold War of Cartoons, in other words. The world is a scary place. And this site will give us our daily supply of loonies for a long time to come.

And I thought the starfolk were weird. Chit says perhaps they're all Ford Prefects looking for a ride to Betelgeuse.

But in Chit's words, "the O Levels are tomorrow. Loons can wait." So I'll go wipe the dust off my biology textbook now.

And then she tells me about the otherkin. The starfolk reappear. Why??? I swear, atleast 3 billion people in the world are nutso. Absofuckinglutely raving mad.

My blog is full of utterly stupid things.

These sentences actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced in church services:

1. Bertha Belch, a missionary from Africa, will be speaking tonight at Calvary Methodist. Come hear Bertha Belch all the way from Africa.

2. Announcement in a church bulletin for a national PRAYER & FASTING Conference: "The cost for attending the Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals."

3. The sermon this morning: "Jesus Walks on the Water." The sermon tonight: "Searching for Jesus."

4. Our youth basketball team is back in action Wednesday at 8 PM in the recreation hall. Come out and watch us kill Christ the King.

5. "Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Don't forget your husbands.

6. The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been cancelled due to a conflict.

7. Remember in prayer the many who are sick of our community. Smile at someone who is hard to love. Say "Hell" to someone who doesn't care much about you.

8. Don't let worry kill you off - let the Church help.

9. Miss Charlene Mason sang "I will not pass this way again," giving obvious pleasure to the congregation.

10. For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.

11. Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.

12. Barbara remains in the hospital and needs blood donors for more transfusions. She is also having trouble sleeping and requests tapes of Pastor Jack's sermons.

13. The Rector will preach his farewell message after which the choir will sing: "Break Forth Into Joy."

14. Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24th in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.

15. A bean supper will be held on Tuesday evening in the church hall. Music will follow.

16. At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be "What Is Hell?" Come early and listen to our choir practice.

17. Eight new choir robes are currently needed due to the addition of several new members and to the deterioration of some older ones.

18. Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.

19. Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person you want remembered.

20. Attend and you will hear an excellent speaker and heave a healthy lunch.

21. The church will host an evening of fine dining, superb entertainment and gracious hostility.

22. Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 PM - prayer and medication to follow.

23. The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.

24. This evening at 7 PM there will be a hymn sing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.

25. Ladies Bible Study will be held Thursday mor ning at 10 AM. All ladies are invited to lunch in the Fellowship Hall after the B.S. is done.

26. The pastor would appreciate it if the ladies of the congregation would lend him their electric girdles for the pancake breakfast next Sunday.

27. Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 PM. Please use the back door.

28. The eighth-graders will be presenting Shakespeare's Hamlet in the Church basement Friday at 7 PM. The congregation is invited to attend this tragedy.

29. Weight Watchers will meet at 7 PM at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.

30. The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new tithing campaign slogan last Sunday: "I Upped My Pledge - Up Yours."

31. Our next song is: "Angels We Have Heard Get High."

debating the meaning of life, once again, is not going to save me from the O level biology practical which is in two days. Yet I cannot stop.

Daph's latest post is the most depressing thing I've read in a long time. The greatest tragedy of life IS growing up. And we're growing up. There're so many of us who are already cynical and unromantic and unbelieving. I have wild, romantic dreams. They may be unrealistic even by the standards of my counterparts who themselves are dreamers, and I'm aware of it, but I still don't ever want to give up my dreams. I don't want my life to turn out completely different from what I imagined. The thought is devastating.

Daph says, "i can long for poetic misery but i probably can't deal with the reality of it." I'm quite the opposite, really. I need my material luxuries. That much is obvious. And I long for poetic romance. I don't know if I can deal with the reality that there really are no grand love stories. I don't know if there really aren't any grand love stories, I've just been told that there aren't and that I should stop believing in them. But again, I don't want to. Because that means giving up on love and I don't think I could possibly do that. I think I'll keep hanging on to that perhaps naive optimism until and unless the day comes that I lose the spirit and give in to mundane existence, settling, compromise or whatever it is. Hopefully by then I'll be in the sort of oblivion that many adults live in now. Living whatever sort of life, being perhaps vaguely unhappy or unfulfilled but not really pinpointing any reason or trying to change anything. If at all they realise that there IS something missing.

Chit said something a long time ago that i still remember and i hope i keep remembering it: don't ever forget what it's like to be a kid. I mean, here we are, thinking that we've realised that we don't want to lose what we are and therefore we aren't going to lose what we are now, as children, as optimists perhaps. But who knows that our parents weren't like that?
I don't want to grow up, if growing up means losing my dreams and settling for someone else's dreams, if it means living vicariously through my children or my husband or the woman in the soap. Because I'm a kid today, and I can see that my mother is living through me in a way because she wants me to become what she never did. What if I neither live up to her dreams nor mine? My mother's life isn't what my grandmother dreamed for her. I know that. And in some strange way I think what my grandmother wants for me is closer to what I want than what my mother wants for me. That's another story, but my grandmother is an interesting person. Not because of what she says or does, but because of what her actions reveal. She's got a lot of regret.

She and my mother both had the postgraduate degrees, but they never really worked in any job that was deserving of her qualifications. My grandmother never worked at all but in her own kitchen. She calls that her job, cooking for her husband and children and grandchildren. My mother's dad told her to get married at 24 and she did and the next year she was pregnant and the rest is history. And she still listens to whatever her father and her husband tell her, and she can't make a decision without their input and hours of vacillation over what shall i do i don't know what to do.

I don't want to turn into my mother. I think that is my worst fear. I don't want to grow up and become all practical and shit and become jaded about life, and lose all my dreams and my expectations. OK I think I'm going around in circles here. Hell. I just need to be idealistic about idealism, I guess. Doesn't matter if it's stupid, I'd rather be stupid than jaded. Jaded, cynical, grownup is the worst thing to be. Tragic. I have to believe that idealism has a fighting spirit. That dreams will only die screaming. Thinking too much about the likelihood of the future being a faded, remote heaven will only drive me crazy.

This is actually FUN! I am scared. I think I'm going to become a blogaholic. This is VERY bad for me. I am in the euphoria of figuring out how to actually do basic HTML.

The scariest site ever. Giles the wannabe drag queen. Holey stockings, bad hair and all. Very cool show but Ouch! Antony Stewart Head as Frank-n-Furter.

The weird interpretations of scholars.
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Puff the Magic Dragon
A new interpretation by Swami Dharmananda

…and the authors thought they were writing about loss of the innocence of childhood. Childhood is not completely innocent. True innocence is the death of tyranny – tyranny of the mind and ego.

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, oh

Puff is the primordial life energy, Shakti, manifesting through an individual cosmos called a human being. It is therefore called the Mother Kundalini Shakti. Jesus said except ye become as little children ye shall in no wise enter the kingdom of heaven. Honalee is this kingdom of heaven of which he spoke. The sea is the ocean of consciousness from which both the mud of the material world and the delights of Honalee have been churned. Autumn mists are the…. Let's start with spring. In the spring or beginning of the expansion of consciousness dense forests of desires, passions, fears, and attachments obscure one's path. Summer is hot with the sun of pride: pride in learning, pride in accomplishments, pride in respectability and wealth. Come autumn only the mists of beauty, joy, and subtle ideas separate the dragon from the ocean of consciousness. The dragon lives in the constellation of human consciousness. Were she to dive into the sea itself the rascal would take the individual soul with her, drowning individual consciousness in the sea of mirth.

Little Jackie Paper is the individual human consciousness that Puff makes for a playmate. The next line has two points. The most important is that it makes no difference what Little Jackie Paper gives to Puff; what matters is the simple devotion with which he gives it. It is done in playfulness. The fun is not ruined by hoary thoughts of being of service or other dark clouds of ego. In the other meaning the string is the path Puff follows from his cave up to the autumn mists. In tantra yoga it is called the sushumna. Along the path are seals or knots that prevent Puff from going up to the autumn mists to play by the infinite sea of mirth. In those who have not become as little children these seals prevent Puff from using the path so he has to stay in his cave in the earth. As long as Puff stays in his cave in the earth Little Jackie Paper remains in material consciousness. When Little Jackie Paper surrenders the seals to Puff, she melts them with her breath of fire and passes on toward the sea. When she does Little Jackie Paper rides on her tail and is raised with her to higher states of consciousness, heaven, or Honalee. ( Honalee is a contraction or abbreviated form of Pihanakalani. PiHANAkaLanI. Pihanakalani is Hawaiian for "where heaven meets earth." Honalee is thus the place where heaven can be known while yet on earth.) The other fancy stuff is the different states of consciousness that Jackie Paper surrenders to Puff. In tantra yoga these are identified with different wheels or chakras along the string-like sushumna pathway.

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, oh

Noble kings, princes, and pirates were some of the fancy stuff given to Puff. The bowing of kings and princes signifies his surrendering the thirst for power. On the path to Honalee the desire for power is associated with a wheel, a center of consciousness, or solar system far from the autumn mists by the sea. If Jackie Paper did not surrender the desire for power he would have to stay in that chakra where the ego is course enough to enjoy the idea of power. In the state of mirth or Honalee one couldn't care less about power. In the mirth of Honalee it is not possible to enjoy power. Who will have power over whom? How can mirth have power over mirth? All is the mirth of divine play. Even the idea of power cannot enter Honalee.

Pirate ships ply many chakras or solar systems along the pathway of Puff, the Primordial Dragon Kundalini. In some they pirate ships of material possessions. In others they seek out ships laden with pleasure. They may seek out the wealth of worldly learning. Whatever realm of the Dance of Nature they enter they seek out Her wares to call their own. Puff's name of course is the mighty, oceanic roar of OM, which alone has the power to lower the pirate flag of ego.

CHORUS

A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys.
One gray night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.

The dragon of primordial energy, which alone has the power to fill the sails of consciousness that blow us on to the eternal sea, lives forever. But the humility and receptivity to surrender the seals of wax and ride his tail aloft is not always present. Often it is the toys brought by the pirate ship if ego that catch the fancy of Little Jackie Paper.
His head was bent in sorrow; green scales fell like rain

Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh

Then Puff, rejected, must return to his cave in the earth chakra. The green scales of elevated tates of consciousness fall like rain as he descends to his cave beneath the earth. The cherry lane of sushumna remains dark. Puff will not venture from his cave without his humble playmate, Little Jackie Paper.

Things to ponder:

1. Could it be that all those trick-or-treaters wearing sheets aren't going as ghosts but as mattresses?

2. If a mute swears, does his mother wash his hands with soap?

3. If a man is standing in the middle of the forest speaking and there is no woman around to hear him...is he still wrong?

4. If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?

5. Is there another word for synonym?

6. Isn't it a bit unnerving that doctors call what they do "practice?"

7. If a turtle doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?

8. If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

Useless facts

1. It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4000 years ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead he could drink. Mead is a honey beer, and because their calendar was lunar-based, this period was called the "honey month" or what we know today as the "honeymoon".

2. In English pubs, ale is ordered by pints and quarts. So in old England, when customers got unruly, the bartender would yell at them to mind their own pints and quarts and settle down. And that's where we get the phrase "mind your p's and q's".

3. Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic cups. When they needed a refill, they used the whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the phrase that inspired that practice.

4. In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes, the mattresses tightened, making the bed firmer to sleep on. That's where the phrase "Good night, sleep tight" came from.

5. The sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter in the alphabet (developed by Western Union to test telex/twx communications).

6. The only 15-letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable.

7. When opossums are playing "possum", they are not playing. They actually pass out from sheer terror.

8. The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch ever year, because when it was built, engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy the building.

9. The term "the whole 9 yards" came from WWII fighter pilots in the Pacific. When arming their airplanes on the ground, the .50 caliber machine gun ammo belts measured exactly 27 feet, before being loaded into the fuselage. If the pilots fired all their ammo at a target, it got the whole 9 yards.

10. The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.

11. An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.

12. The name JEEP came from the abbreviation used in the army for the "General Purpose" vehicle - GP.

13. The cruise liner Queen Elizabeth II moves only 6 inches for each gallon of diesel it burns.

14. Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.

15. No NFL team that plays it's home games in a domed stadium has ever won a Super Bowl.

16. The first toilet ever seen on television was on "Leave it to Beaver".

17. Only one person in 2 billion will live to be 116 or older.

18. In Cleveland Ohio, it is illegal to catch mice without a hunting license.

19. It takes 3000 cows to supply the NFL with enough leather for a year's supply of footballs.

20. 35% of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married.

21. There are an average of 178 sesame seeds on a McDonald's Big Mac bun.

22. The world's termites outweigh the world's humans 10 to 1.

23. The 3 most valuable brand names on earth : Marlboro, Coca-Cola and Budweiser, in that order.

24. When Heinz ketchup leaves the bottle, it travels at a rate of 25 miles per year.

25. 10% of the Russian government's income comes from the sale of vodka.

26. On average, 100 people choke to death on ball-point pens every year.

27. In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapons combined.

Top 10 Things To Say About A Gift You Don't Like

10. Well, well, well ...
9. I really don't deserve this.
8. Boy, if I hadn't recently shot up 4 sizes this would fit great.
7. I love it but I fear the jealousy it will create.
6. Gosh. I hope this never catches fire! It is fire season though... there are a lot of unexplained fires.
5. If the dog buries it, I don't know what I'll do!
4. No, this is perfect for wearing around the basement.
3. Sadly, tomorrow I enter the Federal Witness Protection Program.
2. To think -- I got this the year I vowed to give all my gifts to charity.
1. No, really... mohair bikini underwear is a great idea.

LIFE BEFORE THE COMPUTER

An application was for employment,
A programme was a TV show,
A cursor used profanity,
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something you lost with age,
A CD was a bank account,
And if you had a 3 ¼ inch floppy,
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to garbage.
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public,
You'd would be in jail for a while.

Log on was adding wood to a fire,
Hard drive was a long trip on the road,
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived,
And a backup happened to your commode.

Cut - you did that with a knife,
Paste, you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home,
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper,
And the memory in my head,
I hear nobody's been killed in a computer crash,
But when it happens they wish they were dead.

I'm just digging through all the junk mail in my inbox and putting stuff up here. And waiting for my lunch.

A little kid asks his father, "Daddy, is God a man or a woman?"

"Both son. God is both."

After a while the kid comes again and asks, "Daddy, is God black or white?"

"Both son, both."

The child returns a few minutes later and says, "Daddy, is Michael Jackson God?"

The Passing Of Common Sense

Today we mourn the passing of an old friend, by the name of Common Sense. Common Sense lived a long life but died in the United States from heart failure on the brink of the new millennium. No one really knows how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He selflessly devoted his life to service in schools, hospitals, homes, factories helping folks get jobs done without fanfare and foolishness. For decades, petty rules, silly laws, and frivolous lawsuits held no power over Common Sense. He was credited with cultivating such valued lessons as to know when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, and that life isn't always fair.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn), reliable parenting strategies (the adults are in charge, not the kids), and it's okay to come in second. A veteran of the Industrial Revolution, the Great Depression, and the Technological Revolution, Common Sense survived cultural and educational trends including body piercing, whole language, and "new math."

But his health declined when he became infected with the if-it-only-helps-one-person-it's-worth-it" virus. In recent decades his waning strength proved no match for the ravages of well intentions but overbearing regulations. He watched in pain as good people became ruled by self-seeking lawyers. His health rapidly deteriorated when schools endlessly implemented zero-tolerance policies.

Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate, a teen suspended for taking a swig of mouthwash after lunch, and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student only worsened his condition. It declined even further when schools had to get parental consent to administer aspirin to a student but could not inform the parent when a female student was pregnant or wanted an abortion.

Finally, Common Sense lost his will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband, churches became businesses, criminals received better treatment than victims, and federal judges stuck their noses in everything from the Boy Scouts to professional sports. Finally, a person too stupid to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot, was awarded a huge settlement, Common Sense threw in the towel.

As the end neared, Common Sense drifted in and out of logic but was kept informed of developments regarding questionable regulations such as those for low flow toilets, rocking chairs, and stepladders.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by two illegitimate stepchildren: My Rights, and Ima Whiner.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

Chemistry Jokes.

1. What did one atom tell another?
- I think I lost an electron
- Are you sure?
- Yes, I'm positive.

2. A small piece of sodium which lived in a testube fell in love with a Bunsen burner. "Bunsen! my flame! I melt whenever I see you" said the sodium. The bunsen burner replied :"It's just a phase you're going through".

3. Heisenberg is out for a drive when he's stopped by a traffic cop. The cop says: " Do you know how fast you were going? Heisenberg replies: "No, but I know where I am".

4. A neutron walks into a bar; he asks the bartender: "How much for a beer?" The bartender looks at him and says: "For you, it's no charge".

5. Why did the white bear dissolve in water?
- Because it was polar.

6. What do you call a tooth in a glass of water?
- A one molar solution.

7. What do dipoles say in passing?
- Have you got a moment?

8. Why does hamburger have lower energy than steak?
- Because it's in the ground state.

9. What do you do with a dead chemist?
- Barium

10. What weapon can you make from the elements potassium, nickel and iron?
- A KNiFe.

11. Why do chemists like nitrates so much?
- They're cheaper than day rates.

12. What happens when electrons lose their energy?
- They get Bohr'd.

13. What did one titration tell the other?
- Let's meet at the endpoint.

14. Why are chemists great for solving problems?
- They have all the solutions.

15. Do you know what happened to the chemist who was reading a book about Helium?
- He just couldn't put it down.

16. A florence flask was getting dressed for the opera. All of a sudden she screamed: "Erlenmeyer, my joules! Somebody has stolen my joules!". The husband replied: "Take it easy honey, do not overreact. We'll find a solution".

17. Why do chemistry professors like to teach about ammonia?
- Because it's basic stuff.

18. What is a cation afraid of?
- A dogion.

19. What did the match tell the flame?
- Baby, you make me lose my head.

20. What did the cowboy tell his horse?
- HIO Ag!!!!

21. How many moles are in a guacamole?
- Avocado's number.

22. Why did the ice cube get divorced?
- His wife said he was too ! cold.

23. Why did Carbon marry Hydrogen?
- They bonded well from the minute they met.

24. What kind of ghosts haunt chemistry faculties?
- Methylated spirits.

25. If H20 is water what is H204?
- Drinking, bathing, washing, swimming. . .

26. A psychotic chemist came home from work and had a big fight with his wife. In the heat of the moment, he grabbed a bottle of some lethal chemical substance and forced her to drink it while he screamed: " Die Ethyl, die". The wife dropped dead on the floor and the neighbors who were watching the scene, decided to call the police. The policemen arrived and arrested the chemist. One of them asked: Was there any reason for you to kill your wife? The chemist replied: " There was no chemistry between us. We never bonded well although we tried. In the compound where we lived, our temperaments collided. She always responded negatively to my comments. Our relationship was unstable. There was no possible solution. She had an attitude and I was explosive. Finally, I overreacted. But now I'm glad it's over. I'm in equilibrium again.I will feel free even behind the irons."

27. A group of organic molecules were having a party, when a group of robbers broke into the room and stole all of the guests joules. A tall, strong man, armed with a machine gun came into the room and killed the robbers one by one.The guests were very grateful to this man, and they wanted to know who he was. He replied: My name is BOND, Covalent Bond.

28. According to a chemist, why is the world so diverse?
- Because it's made up of alkynes of people.

how many students in RJC does it take to cook chicken?

A: None. Cos they all got hot chicks already.. cook chicken for wad?

how many students in HCJC does it take to cook chicken?

A: None. they go to coronation tender fresh shop for fried chicken.

how many students in ACJC does it take to cook chicken?

A: None. They all go to orchard to chick (chEck) chicks out.

how many students in JJC does it take to cook chicken?

A: NOne. They all go to cinema to watchthe golden chicken.

how many students in SAJC does it take to cook chicken?

A: None. They all chickened out.

how many students in NJC does it take to cook chicken?

A: All. then when dey decided to give up on trying to start the fire.. they dissected the chicken to do biology tests.

how many students in NYJC does it take to cook chicken?

A: All. and they cook all of the chickens too. Cos chickens are nan2 to yang3 ( hard to grow in cheena-->for aparna) in nanyang jc.


HAHA i think i missed out tjc and some others.. but den i duno waddahell they are la!

oh yes how many students in polytechnic does it take to cook chicken?

A: All except the annas. cos the pollyannas too nice people.. dey too nice to chickens too.

how many students in ITE does it take to cook chicken?

A: All. they like chicken during h-ITE... (high tea)

10 wedding songs to avoid
Here are 10 songs to circumvent as you flip through your CD collection in search of the perfect wedding song. Not only are the following tunes cheesy, but they also share a common thread: They're grossly overused at weddings. And at the risk of sounding picky, some don't even relate to wedded bliss. Give these tunes their swan song:

10. "Every Breath You Take"
-- The Police
Nothing says "I love you" like a song about obsessive love. This is, in essence, the classic stalker theme. Just look at the lyrics, or even the title for that matter. But, hey, if you want to inform your guests that from this day forward your marriage will be a testament to intense scrutiny and infatuation, go right ahead. I'm not here to judge you ... psycho.

9. "Against All Odds"
-- Phil Collins
Remember: When you pick this song, you're not telling your beautiful bride that you'd fight for her no matter what the obstacle. This song is about a guy who keeps reminiscing about the good times and can't believe his woman walked out on him. Hence, you won't come off as romantic; in fact, guests who know the lyrics will think you're an idiot.

This is a classic example of how a title can be misleading. Even if it seems like a gooey love song, it is anything but. And twirling your bride around the dance floor to it won't make you seem very bright.

8. "Without You"
-- Mariah Carey
It's one thing to pick out a song that demonstrates your devotion and quite another to pick one that painfully reiterates how you can't breathe without her in your life. Originally Harry Nilsson's hit, this song was made popular by Air Supply and again by none other than shrilly-voiced Mariah Carey. This tune reeks of desperation. Opt for a song that celebrates life and love, and not the loss of such things.

7. "This I Promise You"
-- 'N Sync
Although it requires little explanation, 'N Sync's tearjerker begs the question: Do you really want a bubblegum boy band past its prime kicking off the night's festivities? Even if this was the song playing at the precise moment you locked eyes for the first time, avoid the novelty ballad and opt for a classic with a longer shelf life.

6. "Wicked Game"
-- Chris Isaak
It's easy to get wrapped up in Isaak's steamy and seductive ode to a woman who has infiltrated his heart. And I'm willing to overlook the fact that it's really about a man's mixed feelings. But in the end, the song caters to emotions that are far too X-rated for a PG party. Don't despair, though. This makes for a great lovemaking song once you kick off the honeymoon.

5. Back At One
- Brian McKnight
McKnight's signature song does offer an original R&B vibe that appeals to a more contemporary crowd. But listen closely and you'll realize that what you're getting is, in actuality, nothing more than a tacky list of reasons why your woman is so special. Chances are you've already expressed those same sentiments in countless cards and poems; there's no need to have someone number them off on the dance floor as well.

4. You Are So Beautiful
- Joe Cocker
While your wife to be may be as beautiful as they come, why in the world would you want to have a man who sounds like he's having a conniption serenade her? Add to that the fact that the song moves along too slowly -- even for an intimate wedding dance -- and you've got yourself a song that no one should be playing at their reception.


3. (Everything I Do) I Do It For You
- Bryan Adams
On paper, this Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves track has all the must-haves of a classic wedding anthem, as the poignant lyrics and emotional, albeit powerful chords come together in one harmonious masterpiece. Any couple could make this ballad their own... And just about every couple has. Although things seem to have cooled off, there was a time when you couldn't escape this runaway hit. If only it had been given some time to rest, perhaps the greatest wedding song of all time wouldn't have turned into such a cringe-inducing annoyance.

2. I Will Always Love You
- Whitney Houston
No one can belt out a tune like Whitney Houston, and she would be a great addition to anyone's wedding track list. But as much as I hate to burst your and your woman's Bodyguard-loving bubble, this iconic tune has more to do with separation than union. After all, she does admit in the song's opening verse that she would "only be in the way" if she stuck around. So while I'm not denying that this is a killer track, it may be better-suited for couples going through an amicable divorce than those tying the knot.

1. My Heart Will Go On
- Celine Dion
Where does one begin? This Oscar-winning theme song from Titanic will likely go down in history as the most misused love song of all time.
Picking up where Whitney left off, Celine sings her heart out about a couple forever separated (you know how this story ends), but due to the film's immense popularity -- and the fact that it is a love song, after all -- couples were somehow tempted to turn the song's bittersweet message into an all-out love fest. The result? Millions of couples dancing to a song chosen more for its origins than for what it's really about.

The airwaves are inundated with great love songs, so stop settling for one that doesn't even apply. Well, at least listen to the lyrics before making your choice.


Honorable mention
Unchained Melody
- The Righteous Brothers
This is one of those classics that never goes out of style. The distinct vocals and unforgettable melody can immediately set the stage for heightened romance. Too bad the song became synonymous with 1990's Ghost; if you opt to dance to this, you'll veer the attention away from you and your lovely bride and fill the guests' heads with visions of Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore engaging in an erotic pottery session.

You are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal.

"And The Phoenix's cycle had reached
zenith, so he consumed himself in fire. He
emerged from his own ashes, to be forever
immortal."

Some examples of the Phoenix Form are Quetzalcoatl
(Aztec), Shiva (Indian), and Ra-Atum
(Egyptian).
The Phoenix is associated with the concept of life,
the number 0, and the element of fire.
His sign is the eclipsed sun.

As a member of Form 0, you are a determined
individual. You tend to keep your sense of
optomism, even through tough times and have a
positive outlook on most situations. You have
a way of looking at going through life as a
journey that you can constantly learn from.
Phoenixes are the best friends to have because
they cheer people up easily.


Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Immortalized by the famous "Draco Sinister" (by Cassandra Claire), you are witty, sexy, and the typical bad boy girls love. You are paired with Ginny or Hermione, because they remind the author the most of herself. You have sudden special powers that enable you to go along special Voldie-killing missions with Harry and Co. At first you get on everyone's nerves, especially Ron's, but soon everyone learns to love you.
Everyone.

Find out which Draco you are.