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Sunday, February 26, 2006

2 of my close friends took this test and told me it was extremely accurate. Out of curiosity, I went to complete this 72 Q quiz.

A certain part of the result seems to be pretty accurate, they labeled me as ISFJ - with my Feeling personality holding the highest percentage. I assume what they meant was that I'm an emotional creature. The most accurate of all was this - " They are not as outgoing and talkative as the Providers, except with close friends and relatives. With these they can chat tirelessly about the ups and downs in their lives, moving (like all the Guardians) from topic to topic as they talk over their everyday concerns. However, their shyness with strangers is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth these Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of themselves to those in need. "

However, there was one part of the quiz which I would gladly beg to differ.

" Protectors do well in many careers that have to do with conservation: curators, private secretaries, librarians, middle-managers, police officers, and especially general medical practitioners. To be sure, the hospital is a natural haven for them; it is home to the family doctor, preserver of life and limb, and to the registered nurse, or licensed practical nurse, truly the angels of mercy. "

For the life of me, I cannot ever ever work in a hospital. For one thing, I'm afraid of ghosts, and I would assume hospitals are full of them. For another, I would most probably faint at the sight of needle poking into flesh, since I've developed a phobia of needles ever since that evil nurse took an entire syringe of blood out of me in sec 3.

Well, I guess the quiz wasn't as accurate when applied to me as it did when applied to my friends.

Enough of the quiz, I shall blog about my weekend.

Friday night I went to catch Final Destination 3, which live up to itz reputation of being gruesome, gross, disgusting and revolting. Of coz, they all died in the end. Moral of the story? You can't escape death. Duh.

Saturday was a busy day. Met up with guru in the morning and we shop around PS, while guru mischievously tried to stop me from throwing away something which should have been in the bin long long time ago. The afternoon was spent with cherie, and I dyed my hair a different colour - a reddish brown this time. But no one in my family seems to have noticed the colour change. Darn, I thought it was pretty different. At night I met up with chiu yan and yian sin and it was a night of dining and drinking at fisherman village. I ordered a lychee vodka and thought it would be served in a glass, but it turned out to be one of those bottled kinds you can buy in 7-11. >_<.

Sunday. Ahh sunday (which is today) I turned into a pig. I slept from 2am last night till 2pm this morning. Woke up. Ate my brunch. And went back to sleep from 3pm till 7pm. It was dinner and lazing around after that and now blogging. After this I'll be heading back to my bed. Surprise surprise. Oh well, better sleep more while I still can coz I know insomnia is gonna plagued me soon as Wed draws nearer.
Clare [10:13 PM]
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I threw away my past. Literally.

=)
Clare [1:10 AM]
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Saturday, February 25, 2006

A level results will be released on nxt wed.

That was the dreadful news I recieve today.

My heart thumps several times faster, my hands turn cold. And that was the reaction my body gave me today, which is friday by the way.

So I can't imagine how I would react on wed itself. Whats worse, my supervisor won't allow us to take full leave, which just means I still have to work for half a day on wed. Oh god, itz gonna be hell.

My left eyelid's twitching, is this gd or bad?

To cherie, clarissa, emilyn and the rest of A104, all the best =D. Lets hope that our entire class can just pass it with leaping flying gliding colours.

To guru, gd luck for ur chinese.But I'm sure the A1 is yours =).

To Joan, all the best to u too =). Oh, and damn that you-know-who, making us work for half a day when she knows we totally don't have the mood to. I'm so gonna screw up my work on wed.

To chiu yan, no worries for your examinations lah. I'm now in a worser situation than you're. At most we both go jump kallang river together. Hahaha.

To all else, pls do not ask me of my results, I'll tell when the right time comes.

I pray and hope for the best.
Clare [12:55 AM]
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

With the many emotions churning inside you, I sometimes wish for a remote control. In this way, I won't ever ever lose any control over them. I shall always switch on the happy emotion and delete the sad channel. I wish. *sigh*

Work's so fast coming to an end. Just 2 more weeks and itz over. I'm gonna miss this job. Miss someone's bhb-ness. Miss going to toilet with Joan. Miss the times where I can just happily cut fruits as and when I like. Miss the amount of junk food in my drawer. Miss the clean toilet. Miss being able to listen to music while playing. Miss the pantry's very crunch-licious ice. Believe it or not, I'll even miss Masterfiles.

All right now i'm missing my bed. Nitez.
Clare [11:17 PM]
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Thursday, February 16, 2006

If i refused to open up, it means I won't get hurt.

If i refused to think so much, I won't give myself much to ponder about.

If i refused to acknowledge, neither would hurt acknowledge me.

If i refused to see it, perhaps i can hide from it forever.

If i refused to allow myself the truth, maybe i can continue living in lies and deception.

Right?
Clare [10:11 PM]
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Sunday, February 12, 2006

I went into friendster and found this msg sitting in my inbox. Click on the picture to see the msg.


Some people are really deranged. Either that or they have somehow been fed with excessive aphrodisiac.
Clare [11:00 PM]
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Sunday, February 05, 2006
Cosy Bay
Took a late night trip to cosy bay yesterday with Tricia and Chee wei. I didnt know there was this outdoor pub snuggle in one corner of Kallang stadium. The view was good, but not as good as the Altivo bar at Mount Faber.


The Altivo bar

The ambience there is fab, just as romantic as esplanade and fullerton - which of coz, is 2 of the very few romantic places in S'pore. Imagine if your bf were to propose to you at the Altivo. *melts*

Ok, back to last night, we met up at 9pm, and head over to Kallang mac so that Chee wei could grab his dinner. He showed us the art of eating burger and fries...



He gobbles up

While chee wei entertained himself with food, we entertain ourselves with the cam - and manage to take a picture that makes us looks like 2 bloated baboons.



The baboon pose

We took a taxi from mac, and arrive at this bridge that leads to cosy bay. As usual, we took quite a few photos.






Once we were satisfied with the amount of pictures we took, we headed over to cosy bay and found ourselves a nice table at the tower.


I'm a really horrible drinker. After just about half a bottle of bacardi, my entire face was flushed and even my eyes turn red, making me look as if I've been crying my eyes out. As a result, I had to photoshopped my picture to hide my bloodshot eyes.



Bottoms up!

We left at 1am plus, and couldn't resist taking 2 more pictures.



Leaving cosy bay

Oh btw, huo yuan jia [Fearless] is a very good movie, one of the very few movies I really enjoyed for some time. Highly recommended!


Clare [6:24 PM]


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