Your personality type:

Enthusiastic, idealistic and creative. Able to do almost anything that interests them. Great people skills. Need to live life in accordance with their inner values. Excited by new ideas, but bored with details. Open-minded and flexible, with a broad range of interests and abilities.

Careers that could fit you include:

Actors, journalists, writers, musicians, painters, consultants, psychologists, psychiatrists, entrepreneurs, teachers, counselors, politicans, diplomats, television reporters, marketers, scientists, sales representatives, artists, clergy, public relations, social scientists, social workers.

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http://www.41q.com/ Courtesy of Farah and her blog.

see the word in red? twas meant to be. OBAMA HERE I COME!

This past week has been a blast. I don’t know why, but it just was. I somehow felt free, despite all the pw and malay. And oh, malay. I don’t really feel for the subject, but i love my classmates. Gonna miss them next year. At least we’ll have our “lepak-ing” sessions, or “lepaks”- as Sabrina puts it. And pw, not as stressful as i thought it’ll be. Maybe because we’re all so cooperative and efficient, and I love them for that .

I’ve had time to put my life into perspective though, after frequent visits to Facebook. It makes you think, well at least it makes me think. Shan’t bore you with my Lawrentian-like theories, not that I have any. But still, Facebook can be depressing actually. Sometimes. With all the showiness. But after I saw past that I kinda felt above it all. you get me? no? Moving on…

I’m happy, but i don’t know why. It’s like I’ve got sth to look forward to, but I can’t see what. It’s weird, but comforting at the same time. Ah well. I just ate some grapes. And grapes make me highhhhh. So i’d look something like this:

I is weird.

I’m currently reading The Last Concubine by Lesley Downer. Not a bad book. But I feel the Memoirs of a geisha’s better. I just love Japanese-sy books, whereby the story is set in old Japan. books about the Middle East is awesome too. The issues are very real and somewhat gritty and can make readers uncomfortable, which is what makes it genius. The Last Concubine isn’t as good though but it was her first book anyways. It’s very human and at times degrading. I should try reading books set in China and India now, if i get can my hands on any. Books set in Asia are the closest to great English Literature novels. Normal american/ british books have entertainment value, no doubt. But they often don’t leave a lasting impression. To me, at least. But i still love them anyway.

Ok. gtg get some malay done. But i’ll leave you with wise words from the ever-so talented Leona Lewis, taken from her latest song. ‘Happy’

So what if it hurts me?
So what if I break down?
So what if this world just throws me off the edge
My feet run out of ground
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear myself
Don’t care about all the pain in front of me
Cause I’m just trying to be happy, yeah
Just wanna be happy, yeah

Bye loves.

Epic. Pure genius. May the great King of Pop rest in peace.

Sup. Soup. Salad.

Yes, i finally feel liberated, free.. and unbound to my books. Like finally. But PW hits and boomz the feeling’s gone. But that aside, YAAY! Went to the ILoveUMA (teehee)  shopping mall  at bugis at it seemed pretty nice, but I’ll tell you what’s nicer. The kind, hot, gentlemanly, hot, considerate, hot, ever-smiling, HOT dude who works at this music store. Really quaint. But the guy, *major swoons*  He had REALLY good taste in music (which is by the way, right at the top of my checklist), and was really, really sweet. He went all out to find a box for me, although I had second thoughts about buying the thing in the first place, which made both me and Farah go “awwwww”  and all warm and fuzzy inside. So I bought it. I mean, we wouldn’t want his effort to go to waste now, would we? And that smile. WOW. He should get an award or sth. For just BEING ALIVE. I forsee more visits there, ALOT more, haha.

Why is this so important, you ask? It gave me hope in Singaporean men. There are men with SOUL out there, and most of them work in quaint music stores, which I’m considering working in, btw.  Pity, should’ve gotten his name. But for now, he’s Mr Music Man. Mr Manly Music Man.

Moving on, as much as I hate to, Something happened a few days back. And that something made me realise how much I need to be free, or at least, have my taste at freedom. I’ve made a resolution, to get into a uni abroad, as long as it’s one better than NUS. i’m not going to be a mugger though, but I’ll be more motivated, i’ve got a DRIVE. We’ll see how it goes, I don’t wanna burden my parents with school fees (which is why working at that quaint music store is on the agenda )

The word mugger reminds me of this guy/girl who added me on fb and had the name “Mugger King”. Don’t know who he/she/it is but isn’t the name cool? And, why am I talking about this? Pfft. Now Joanne’s statement is ringing in my ears, “Cassandra has an attention span of a fly” So. Not. True. aaanyways…

Heard Mika’s bisexual. I don’t care, he’s still rocks. At least, there’s a 50% chance.

                                                    
 Woooohotstuff!!

Speaking of music, HAVE YOU WATCHED S’PORE IDOL’S TRIBUTE TO MJ??!! Twas horrid. H-O-R-R-I-D.  They sang “Billie GIN”, “Ban” (which’s s’posed to be Ben, btw. She ruined my favourite-est MJ song in the process) and they even swept the floor with their heavy feet in a failed attempt at the moonwalk. At what’s with the weird karaoke-like music accompaniment? ‘PTOOI’ is all I have left to say, really. And that’s not even a word.

 I watched globe trekker today. I learnt more about India, Wei Yan’s country of origin. I was repulsed at some bits of it though, but I sat there and realised that hey, wouldn’t it be cool if I were to be a globe trekker? I’ll get paid for just walking around and talking to a camera! And plus I’ll get to see the world! That should be my goal in life. I wonder if they offer a degree in it (haha.)

alright then,

ciao for now!

It’s been a while, eh?

I don’t know what i’m doing here.

Lit today was.. interesting. I learnt that I have this uncanny knack of having to pee everytime I sit for a lit exam. Happened for the ‘o’s, mid years, and today was no exception. I couldn’t think straight and I can’t even remember a THING I’ve written. Really i think it was a feat; having to pee and apparently thinking straight at the same time.  Sometimes I amaze myself, really. Ah well, life goes on I guess.

I’ve been feeling very blase these few days. Or weeks. I’m sick of blogging, of facebook ( Gasps!) and even of my handphone. Yes, the side effects of technology overload, not that I have been overloaded recently, but still. You know what I need?

BACKPACKING. Somewhere lost and forsaken. Like the Tomb Raider, with a turtle-shell of a bag.

Remember how i complained that i was sick of routines? Well, HERE IT IS AGAIN!

so anyways, I just took this facebook test thingy and the answer that turned up was scarily true. Most of it though. Title: What does the week you were born say about you. Dumb quiz if you ask me. I had to click the same thing for 5 times. AAAAnyways…

The Week of the Enigma – Virgo 2 September 3-10

You are tough to figure out; you have a hard time showing emotion and are a guarded individual. You are highly private and do not like to discuss your personal or family life with anyone. You have great inner strength, and take pride in your individuality; you are able to inspire confidence in others. You are kind, thoughtful, considerate and do not like to bother others with your difficulties. Asking for help is very hard for you. You have a zany side and love humor in many forms. You have a rich fantasy life and pride yourself on your good taste in people as well as intellectual matters. You have extremely high standards and a small social circle. You can put yourself under great stress and enjoy being involved with active, outgoing types, who are a good foil to your thoughtful and at times withdrawn personality. Strengths: Tasteful – Practical – Thoughtful Weaknesses: Guarded – Over exacting – Detached

I am highly private though, but not about my personal and family life. The whole world knows that. Some things I won’t and can’t tell people. Not that I don’t want to, I guess. Scary how facebook predict your life, eh? I think it’s the only person that knows me inside out… NOT. I hate being dubbed as practical, because I’m not. Stupid horoscope stereotype. Have I mentioned the fact that I hate my horoscope and can never FULLY get along with other people of the same horoscope? (well, there are exceptions though.) I don’t really believe it the horoscope-predicting-you-personality-bullcrap but this Facebook result was.. interesting.

Now here’s a new word to describe myself: Enigmatic and mysterious. Oooh, I like

17. wow. Did I mention the fact that I hate odd numbers? Yes, this is one of those minute little things that make me go “urgh”, next to uncapped pens. AHHA. I think I have OCD. Soon enough you’ll see a TV sitcom entitled The Nun (HAHA, geddit? The Nun= The Monk= OCD?! Nvm, the odd numbered-age thing’s kicking in I s’pose.)

Annnyways, I’d like to thank all of you guys for your msgs via sms/facebook! It really made my day. I woke up on the 10th of September with 10 msgs! How cool is that? All of which were somewhat 12/1 ‘o’ clock ones. WHICH WAS SO SWEET.I’m basically in awe because I am somehow incapable of performing such a feat.  More came during the day. This one cracked me up the most. I’ll give you ten bucks(no, not really) if you can guess the weirdo who sent this msg:

“Happy Birthday! I dreamt our school was attacked by atilla the hun last night”

HAHAAHAHA. Only two people shall know this. Me and the incoherent mind who sent it, provided he/she/it’s reading the post now. But ah, the msgs made me feel so loved. And here was I so sullen the day before. Why, you ask? I believe it was the odd-numbered-vibe setting in, for it was 9/9/09 the day before. haha.

Anyway, I had a blast these few days, going out with family, friends and basically PIGGING OUT. Food tends to cure all my ailments. It’s been proven. Yesterday I had a HORRIBLE sneezing fit which went away mysteriously after my eating something. Awesome or AWESOME, huh? Had a great day with the Tikis yesterday. It was fun reminicing and complaining about life together. Love you guys! And thanks for the gifts, a notebook which has inspired my to write poetry and an obama memoir- which I shall build an altar around in no time!

As of now, I shall get my 17-year-old butt to start INTENSIVE REVISION (have you seen the new timetable? that’s the title of it, fyi). My INTENSIVE REVISING shall begin today.

ciao!