The Dalai Lama Quiz

A few days back, I got a call from my mom. She told me she had forwarded this particular mail with attachment to me and ask me to go and take a look. Thinking that it was something she wanted me to help edit, I went to check all my mails and found that she sent me this mail titled THE DALAI LAMA. Thinking that it was probably some prophecy she got from some techno-savvy fengshui master, I downloaded it.

It turned out to be a stupid quiz called the "TIBETAN PERSONALITY TEST". My mom, of all people sent me that, and she added a ridiculous comment at the bottom that said "very very true". I thought I have quite passed the age of reading chain letters and taking quizes that make you make wishes, and think of a number in the process. And if you stupidly choose a big number, then you'd have to send it to the stated amount of person, or else you'll
1)die a horrible death
2)die as virgin
3)be miserable for the rest of your life
and such.

Nevertheless, I gave it a try. (Why??? I dunno) Maybe because the Dalai Lama suggested it. Haha. I thought he was supposed to go around helping people? Or maybe the chain email was sent as a 'blessing', but i didnt know this kind of thing follows my wireless signals all around.

anyway, the quiz. It started by asking me to make a wish. I wrote down
"I wish that my highlighter won't keep running out of ink." In case I get too lazy to forward the mail and my wish will turn for the worse. And in case the curse/blessing/whatever actually works. It would be a neutral wish.

Question #1
Put the following  5 animals in the order of your preference:
Cow, Tiger, Sheep, Horse, Pig

My order: Sheep, Horse, Tiger, cow, Pig
It was a test on my priorities in life which turned out to be "love", "family", "pride", "career" and "money" respectively. Hmmm does that mean I would dessert my family for love? or the quest of love? I don't think I'd do that. As for career and money, I think I like money better. If there was a way to have money without having a career, I wouldn't mind at all.

Question #2
Write one word that describes each one of the following:
Dog, Cat, Rat, Coffee, Sea.

My answer: cute, exotic, smelly, exciting, happy and suntanning

It turns out Dog describes me
Cat describes my partner
Rat describes my enemy. (If someone was my enemy, i certainly wouldn't want to be close enought to him/her to ascertain that he/she is smelly)
Coffee describes sex
Sea describes my life....(????)

Question #3
Think of someone, who also knows you and is important to you, which you can relate them to the following colors.
Do not repeat your answer twice.
Name just one person for each color:

Yellow, Orange, Red, White, Green.

Given Analysis:
Yellow(my brother) : Someone you will never forget
Orange(xiaobai) : Someone you consider your true friend
Red(laura) : Someone that you really love
White(ZY) : Your twin soul
Green(me) : Someone that you will remember for the rest of your life


This had to be the most ridiculous analysis. It suggests
1) Brothers are meant to be forgotten, but I wont!
2) My true friend is a toy dog
3) I'm a lesbian
4) people actually usually forget themselves, but I won't!

The last one, I had to choose the number, so I conveniently choose the smallest even number.

At least the Dalai Lama that sent this email wasn't so evil. He didn't curse people, but he did mentioned that if the recipient sent to # that is stated in Qn 4, the sender will receive a pleasant surprise. which apparantly my mom was hoping for. Sigh...

Oh and before I end, the chain letter assumed a nice name too. it's called the email mantra. WOnderful.




ps: This entry has no intentions of disrespects to the Dalai Lama. Just to the email. If the Dalai Lama really created the chain email, then (sigh) okie my highlighter will dry up very fast all the time.

TAF club PART II

OKie today's a long day for ZY, and maybe me?!? Well I took very long to print notes at the library and read through them. PLus the week ends for the both of us today!! on Thursday!!! So I wanted to surprise him by making something special.

So I made apple crumble to go with Ben's & Jerry CHunky Monkey ice cream. Phooo~ I found it to be a little bit sweeter than what I wanted, but it was a little too sweet, but still good...After the dessert, we drank beer and watched HOUSE MD... haha the episodes that we missed the other time. There goes my TAF club plan. If this continues, I'm going to become fat and big-assed (bigger than current).

Actually, the main purpose of this blog entry is not to complain about my failed TAF club plan. Firstly, I got sick of the Sukarno and Communist readings; but mainly, I actually just wanted a place to brag about my successful and yummy apple crumble. Maybe one day I'll open a franchise of shops selling black pepper drumlets and apple crumble and mushroom soup. Haha. But according to ZY they were DA BOMB, so I really have to say mah...I mean not many people have had a taste of my 'wonderful' culinary skills. Haha... oH but i have to admit, I am actually not that creative. All the recipes are taken from online cookbooks.

Anyway enough of bragging. Happy birthday Jessalyn!! Hugz...I'm getting sleepy...and Sukarno is of no match to the sleep monster. Hurhur

On my way to joining the TAF club

I'm growing fat. I wanted to start my healthy eating plan today, so I only bought juice for lunch. But I had to get hungry after lesson, plus I wanted to get nice food for ZY as well, so I headed to the engine macs with eileen to get 2 double cheeseburger, 1 strawberry sundae and 1 oreo macflurry. Hurhurhur...

Then for dinner, ZY cooked soup noodles which was really good, but to cheer him up, I went ahead to make strawberries with cream, and I was very generous with the cream. sigh~

SO I think to tone up my fat butt, I need to do TAF club activities. I mean I can feel my waist expanding and my thighs blah blah blah...For the past dunno how many weeks, with like 10000 deadlines looming, I hardly WALKED at all. I eat, study and fall asleep. It's almost like a pattern, a vicious cycle. Even when I drink tea to keep myself awake, I will get hungry very soon and I'll just eat more, then I'll get sleepy again. I can eat alot when I am not desk-bounded, but the waist expands once I hit mid-term.
It'll be bloody depressing when all the fashion houses start to reject me because I am too much of a whale to squeeze into even their L size. Come to think of it, I wouldn't even actually get to go for castings anyway. Luckily, I am taking an exam break from modelling.

From today onwards, i mean from tomorrow onwards, after Thurs lunch with Jessalyn, I'm going to start my healthy eating plan. No more double cheeseburger with ice cream, no more thick coconut milk, basically, just moderate eating. And I will do sit-ups in between readings, squats and jump around whenever possible.

Damn~ I should stop blogging when I have work to finish. I dont seem to blog as much when I am not studying. I mean this kind of fat story also want to blog about. I must be damn sick of studying.

The Magazine Cover

About sometime in July, I was shot for the cover a free quarterly government magazine. Only later during the shoot did I found out that it was a magazine which encourages young or 'young' Singaporeans to expand their social circle and errmm get married and yada yada yada...

Initially I was told that it was a magazine advertisement shoot for a ball, in which i'd be wearing a cocktail dress sponsored by La Vie Bridal boutique. That wasn't a lie entirely, firstly because my agency really didnt know about it; and secondly, it WAS an advertisement to promote the ball which would be held sometime at the end of this year. But what I didn't know was that it was a magazine for SDU/SDS.

Taken using my hp camera, this was my initial outfit, and I really liked it. But they decided that it wasn't flirty enough, and the male model couldn't carry it off. Sigh the photographer of the bridal studio dunno how to use my hp camera~



This was the part where they had some story, which I cropped away using photoshop because without reading the fine-print, people would mistake it as the story of me and the male model. YUCKZ!!!



Speaking of the male model...he irritates me to the core. I still haven't got over hating him.

i thought I didn't look nice in the magazine and the smile looked forced. A friend, who is a photographer asked me if I was unhappy/uncomfortable with the model/photographer. And he was right. In this case, it was the model. Firstly, he stood the whole team up because he kept insisting his hair was not right. Even I was faster than him la. Then subsequently, he kept insisting during the shoot that we should go witht the concept of a couple in love, and told me to relax in case we would be doing intimate poses, which started to piss me off. Hello~ this is a cover for a government sponsored magazine. Clean image. Not some racy magazines like Maxim/FHM, which I would never be featured on the cover because I would REFUSE; Secondly, despite all the shit he said, he was stiff, expressionless, and refused to cooperate. We did so many NGs because he refused to smile.

"eh..no la I won't look nice when I smile", "my mouth looks big when I smile", "you will see my wrinkles when I smile" blah blah blah.
I wanted to club him there, it was so hot out there, he was complaining and my mood plunged with every stoopid, whine he made. In a nutshell, he's a himbo without much to "bo", and totally unprofessional as a model. I think even Takeshi Kaneshiro would have been more coorperative. I found him immensely repulsive, something like a Steven Lim but maybe not as smelly.

Nacissism aside, I thought that the cover would look so much better if his face was removed from the picture, like that:



Right?!

Or even better, substitute it with ZY's head:


Haha

Confessions of a very stressed alcoholic...

Drinking and gettin drunk is one of the greatest indulgence in life...When you are stressed, drinking makes you less stressed, happy, silly and sleepy. Being stressed and drunk is better than being stressed but not drunk. When you are happy, drinking is like a celebration of life. Recommendations to everyone, drink when writing your essays. I swear it helps. But be sure to check through your work before handing in. Hail Alcohol~

At the StoneyRidge Winery, Waiheke Island, New Zealand






Is there a need for further explanation why Waiheke Island's my NEVERLAND?


Drink up and be silly!


A peep into my mini-bar fridge. From left to right: Penfolds Semillon Chardonnay, Hoegaarden (The supposedly original Belgian White Beer), Jacob's Creek's Sparkling Rose, vintage from Pinot and Chardonnay, 2004 some Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon(we bought it because it was on discount and it had supposedly won quite a number of prizes). The other side of the fridge is not so exciting...




*Note this is NOT usually the way I drink


Our first bottle of wine that we got from G'day Mate. Their house pour--"Partners", a reasonably affordable bottle of Australian Shiraz Grenache. See the dark rings around my eyes? That's when drinking wine helps.


*STONED but happy*


*Erdinger's Oktoberfest 2006. Cant remember what the dark coloured beer was called. But nice with lemon to suck.






This is what me and my bf do when we get drunk in hall. We draw each other's face. *Boohoo* I've got a curly eyebrow, a mole some mortifs here and there, and a Hitler moustache...


And he fell asleep with Xiaobai after that...

It's weekend!! And if I finish my Film and History essay tonight, I'd get stoned with ZY...*hic!

The B+ Semester

This has been the grade I consistently get for my CA essays for this sem. At least for Essay #1 of each module. I know I shouldn't be complaining. There are people who worked as hard as I did yet did not even get to smell a B (No I'm not trying to be sarcastic here. It was a heartfelt sorry). Consistency is kind of good when it comes to a grade that begins with a B, because it could have been worse and my tutors were kind enough to grace me with an acceptable grade. I certainly do not hope to fall my consistent grade, but everytime I hand in my essays, I actually tingle with hope that I would get a better than current grade kind of grade. Unlike most of my peers, when I hand in an essay, I don't usually hand in with an expectation or approximation to what grade I'd get. I am the type who hands in my paper with quickened heartbeat and hope for the Bestest of the best grade that I can possibly get.
I do know for a fact that I am not one of the most outstanding History student around (or even anywhere near that), and I do know for sure that everytime I hand in one of those papers, I could have done better, but sometimes I think I have already done them to the best of my ability in the given period of time and I really do not know how to improve. Being a purely science student for the past god knows how many years of my life didn't help with my essay writing or argument constructing skills.
Nor that I have an average of 2 essays/tests to hand in per week for the past 5 weeks. I remembered that the last time I got an A something for a CA assignment was in my 3rd semester of being in NUS. If only I could remotely smell that A something again...even if it's a A-- ie something worse than an A-, but better than a B+, but there's not such thing. Hurhurhur...
As the exam draws nearer, and more deadlines of the assignments #2 & #3 breathe down my neck, I almost stop modelling anymore. Travelling all the way down town for a clothes fitting seemed like too much an effort for me these days, and I hardly even go home during weekends these days. I just wanna sleep, and maybe I'll dream of my As when Xiaobai is working his silly little dog magic on me. *yawnz* back to writing about the bloody Vietnam War $#@*&%^!!!!!

Day of Rose and Caffeine overdose

Caffeine always wrecks havoc on my system.
I don't know why, but I was exceptionally tired today, and yet today's lessons were all too important to fall asleep in class. Usually, I don't even sneak a 5 min nap during lessons, but when I do, I really sleep. Once I fall asleep, I can hardly wake up again, until the class is over. ANd when I sleep, I can dream or have nightmares.

There was once I dreamt of someone tickling me when I was taking a nap in the central library and I burst out laughing, waking up almost immediately thereafter. Luckily it wasn't a "mugging in the library" period, so there was no one around me.
There was this other time when I fell asleep during one lecture a few semesters back. I not only had chicken scribes wrtitten all over my notes, I even babbled in my sleep and I was sitting with my friends. But I think I wasn't very loud, so only one friend heard it and nudged me waking me up. But the point is I don't like to fall asleep in class. Especially not today when Prof Farrell is going to talk about the US intervention decision to KPO in the Vietname war in the 1960s, cos I'm doing my research essay on that. I was already falling asleep towards the end of the class before it.

So what I did was I bought one can of cold Nescafe before Farrell's class. Usually a bit of caffeine would go a long way, but I had lunch just before the lesson, so I supposed I needed double my usual dosage, or the caffeine needed longer to work. But towards the first half of the lesson, my concentration started to waned and my eyelids were threatening to fall. So during the break I got myself a cup of hot, BLACK coffee, and gulp down half a cup before lesson began. The effect was amazing. I didnt feel sleepy, but gradually the horrible effects of caffeine kicked in. My heart-beat quickened, and I started to get restless and jittery. I started shuffling my feet and drum of my fingers took control, of which I had to consciously stop myself from doing so. Then I started writing very fast(which was not neccessarily a bad thing), but my wrists hurt from it. And worse, I was slightly hypervantilating. Luckily no one tried to talk to me, or I'd start talking very fast, and nobody will understand what I'm speaking.

After class, I went to the library to photocopy some materials that I could use for my research essay, and went I was photocopying, I was kind of excited by the bright light of the photocopier that I started breathing rather deeply. It didn't help that I was standing. I felt plain awful. The guy beside me at the photocopier kept looking at me; either thinking that I am excited by photocoping a dumb book; or I was going to get an asthma attack. But either way I was so embarrassed that I chose a copier with no one around.
Trying to make myself better, I told myself I could take a walk around the bazzaar at the central forum before heading back, and perhaps I could get something pretty for my mom's brithday this coming SUnday.

I got 3 pairs of handmade rose earrings. One scarlet, one deep plum, and one white with a light lavender tinge at the center.



Shopping is therapeutic; so is blogging.