Updates

Wed - My mum was lifting baby's legs, bared-assed in the air to get her to poop and it really came out...A pile of neatly stacked shit. Me and sis were in the living room and we both went "eeewwww" at the same time. I hurried to my room, but not before noticing that baby poop is greenish-yellow in colour. A fascinating discovery..hope no one is eating while reading this.

Vera nominated me for "the kindest" and "most romantic" award in this Top Friends application in Facebook that she added recently. I was surprised and touched that she thought of me that way. You never know what your friends think about you. I genuinely like her candid character too. Used to go clubbing and ktv with her quite alot when we were working in Mount Faber. I like going with her because like me, we are friendly but we don't flirt. Still remembered there was once we drank and chatted in the pub until 7am in the morning. No guys, just nice plain heart-to-heart conversation.

Thurs - Din do the negative energy removal thing with Angeline, just the card reading. The connection is there, just as I had known all along, but it was in a way I never expected. Yet an inner voice tells me there is something more to it then what Angeline told me. The story can still be changed. There is such a thing as free will, there is such a thing as miracles. There is such a thing as hope, there is such a thing as faith. There is such a thing as love. Angeline says I have a very pure heart, and darn it, then I will use all my sincerity to pray with all my heart. So tiring. But who knows, yes, just who knows? So many questions, so little answers. I will find out when the time is due for me to know. Will be going down on mon to do a dna healing instead. K did it that day and she say it's very good. Z was there too to accompany us. She has been feeling stressed from work and I hope things will get better for her soon.

Spent an hour plus sitting beside the cot that nite waiting for baby to fall asleep. It trains ur patience. Main thing is I am trying to get her to quit the habit of sucking her mitten-covered hands, and also to stop her from crying. Everytime she starts to put her hand in her mouth, I will take it out. This went on the entire time like every ten secs or so. I am more effective than my mum bcos she will start to cry when my mum does that. But for me, she knows I know she is faking most of her crying ,so the most she does is give me a pathetic expression. Nope, I won't be taken in.

Fri - K came to my house in the noon. She spend a long time talking to baby. I think she will make a good mother. Whereas for me, most of the time I am either making silly faces, tickling baby, or teaching her how to stick out her tongue...only consolation is my sis kinda does that too. My bro and his wife came over later in the nite. Introduced me this website http://www.freemosquitoringtones.org/. You guys can check out if you have "younger' ears...

Wan Ting aka Norika's Birthday Celebration!

Last Sat was Wan Ting's first year bd! Happy birthday to Wan Ting, happy birthday to you!~~ The bd celebration was at a bunglow chalet in pasir ris and many of my relatives attended it. (must give face ma hehe)...even my dear bro came from Msia with his wife, although by the time he came, it was only just in time to drive me and sis back home. Free ride back....good.....

Most of the pics have not been uploaded from my sis and Ling's camera yet, so below are the pics I took from my lousy handphone, which the only good thing being the picture resolution.

This is Wan Ting at one year old......ever since she was born, her normal expression is perpetually like this, with mouth slightly agape....




She looks kinda sad when she doesn't smile.....................


She only smiles a little at strangers....................


But with some coaxing from her family, she shows her evil grin man..........(Wah Cow!)


Unfortunately, straight away after I took the above pic, she lunged out to grab my handphone accessory and it tore and came off in her hand.

I was quite stunned and upset bcos it was a gift from a fren that I treasure very much. It means alot to me bcos of the sentimental value. But she did it in an act of playfulness, it's her bd and you can't blame a toddler that does it unknowingly. Well, I be going to a shop to get the string fixed again. :)


By the way, the pics below is me with one of my dearest cousin Terence and his baby Owen! I grew up with him and Junie and *gasp*, now he is married with a baby. Strange how all my life I never had much experiences with babies and all of a sudden, they are popping up everywhere around me. Hmmm...it's the start of a new generation...

The funniest thing happening at the chalet was that Wan Ting keep crying whenever she sees his face, weird rite?! Of all people...he looks so gentlemenly, but she looks at him with such a horrified expression, as if he is some alien specimen or bogeyman....and then she starts to cry and yet, her eyes are unable to turn away from him...You can thus predict she will grow up to be someone who likes to scare themselves silly with horror movies.

I laughed the heartiest and the longest, until tears were streaming out from my eyes. It's like a constant stream of entertainment for me for that nite...heheh. Yes, I be the first to admit I am mean. :P



Lastly, a pic of the bd gal in deep sleep..............


And Tada! The youngest pregnant baby in the world!


AND Surprise! Babies are incredibly flexible creatures who can sleep in contorted positions........




Oh AND ya, my cousins bought their Nintendo Wii to the chalet! So fun...you just need to use the remote control to simulate the movements of the game you are playing and I had great fun playing games like bowling, boxing, tennis, and riding a bull! Can burn calories...I worked up a mild sweat playing the games, and once I got so excited playing tennis that I whacked the remote control on the table. Woops.

Moral of the story: You are never too old to act like a kid.

How to Bathe A Cat....

How to Bathe A Cat

(A Public Service Announcement)



Please forward to cat lovers everywhere who, like myself, are very concerned about their hygiene.

1. Thoroughly clean the toilet.

2. Add the required amount of shampoo to the toilet water, and have both lids lifted.

3. Find the cat and soothe him while you carry him to the bathroom.

4. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids (you may need to stand on the lid so that he cannot escape). CAUTION: Do not get any part of your body too close to the edge, as his paws will be reaching out for any purchase they can find.


5. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "powerwash and rinse" which I have found to be quite effective.

6. Have someone open the door to the outside and ensure that there are no people between the toilet and the outside door.

7. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.

8. The now-clean cat will rocket out of the toilet, and run outside where he will dry himself.

Sincerely,
The DOG

A minor disagreement n secret ramblings

I have only just started this blog for a few weeks and didn't expect that I would be having a blogging dispute so fast. A close fren of mine "advised" me I shouldn't be writing out too personal stuff, have to consider what my frens would tink of me after reading my blog, and that I should only write out the good stuff. I can't help feeling indignant.

Since writing is an outlet for me to express how I feel, the main priority would be that I am true to myself. I don't want to purposely write things in a way that I know would shape people's perception of me this way or that way. And I am not Miss Popular, writing for readership is the last thing on my mind. And dear fren, I hope you understand that.

Anyway, had a short conversation with Secret on msn just now. He is doing fine and I am glad for him. I don't know what's exactly going on in his mind and he likes to keep it that way. He is the love of my life. I love him and I always will. It's an addiction that no drugs can ever cease, and he knows it all too well. Whether we will be together one day, that will be up to the hands of destiny, fate or God. In the meantime, no, we are not friends, that's just a stupid cover for you to leave things hanging in the air and unsettled.

Some meaningful lyrics of Love, Destiny, it's an old jap song.


Just having met you, just having loved you,
even if we can't share our thoughts,
just for that... thank you.

Everyone has sacrificed something
and gotten something new in return.
Even so, if there is anything
I can always be proud of, it's you.

I've ridden past, although there have been a number of night scenes.

Just having met you, just having loved you,
having shared our thoughts... from now until forever...

I should think of you as proof that I live
without taking my eyes off of truth and reality.

Just having met you, just having loved you,
having shared my thoughts with you,
from now until forever... thank you.

A Meeting with Jimmy

Got to meet up with Jimmy at Pasir Ris Park as I had a chalet there, which I be bloggin later on once my pics are uploaded. We took this pic at one of the pavilions in Pasir Ris Park and the lighting was very dim, no choice hehe. Haven met him up for quite a long time, he had changed alot since then. There was a lot we had to catch up on, and it was great talking to him..although we seldom meet up, he has always treat me as a good friend and I am thankful for that. :)

Jimmy is a nice guy really, I am sorry I kinda always neglected you on msn, I will spend more time with you to make it up! :)

Sat morning

Met up with K on thurs to go down to this healing shop her fren had just opened. Quite an interesting experience and her friend who set up the shop is very nice. I will be going down next thurs to do a negative energy removal thingy and also a card reading, while K will be doing a dna healing. Anyway, her fren's shop does have some sort of energy that I can feel very strongly, it was quite unsettling.

We then met up with Z for dinner at Lucky plaxa before proceeding to wheelock place for drinks. The bulk of the conversation was of course on K's impending decision to move to Thailand. Z did most of the rational talking while I stayed mostly in the background, offering my imput when necessary. Although I really have a bad feeling about K's decision, on some levels I can identify with her, that's why it would actually be best for me to stay quiet since Z is known as the voice of reason among us. Anyway we already knew she would not listen, the meeting was just to bang some sense into her. Can't say it succeded though. Haha.

Am trying a different tactic of praying. I am sure God will heal the brokenness of my soul in time. What I just need is patience. Deep inside, I have conviction that my decision is right. What I just need is perserverence.

The Personality Defect Test (kinda stupid...but well just for fun...)

Emo Kid
You are 42% Rational, 28% Extroverted, 0% Brutal, and 28% Arrogant.


You are the Emo Kid, best described as a quiet pussy! You tend to be an intuitive rather than a logical thinker, meaning you rely more on your feelings than your thoughts. Not only that, but you are introverted, gentle, and rather humble. You embody all the traits of the perfect emo kid. You are a push-over, an emotional thinker, gentle to the extent of absurdity, and so humble that it even makes Jesus puke. (And Jesus almost never pukes, being immortal and not requiring an act of puke to dispell toxins from his corporeal manifestation.) If you write poetry, you no doubt write angsty, syrupy lines about depression, sadness, and other such redundant states of emo-being that go something like this:

life is a spike / upon which i have impaled mysefl / fuck you dad


So, your personality is defective because you are too gentle, rather underconfident in yourself, decidely lacking in any rational thought, and also a bit too inhibited. Plus, your poetry really upsets your father.


I probably made you cry, didn't I? Fucking Emo Kid.


To put it less negatively:


1. You are more INTUITIVE than rational.


2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.


3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.


4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.


Compatibility:


Your exact opposite is the Smartass.


Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hippie, the Televangelist, and the Starving Artist.

Keirsey Temperament (Idealist)

All Idealists (NFs) share the following core characteristics:

Idealists are enthusiastic, they trust their intuition, yearn for romance, seek their true self, prize meaningful relationships, and dream of attaining wisdom.
Idealists pride themselves on being loving, kindhearted, and authentic.
Idealists tend to be giving, trusting, spiritual, and they are focused on personal journeys and human potentials.
Idealists make intense mates, nurturing parents, and inspirational leaders.
Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.
Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.

Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.

Idealists are relatively rare, making up no more than 15 to 20 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

Princess Diana, Joan Baez, Albert Schweitzer, Bill Moyers, Eleanor Roosevelt, Mohandas Gandhi, Mikhael Gorbachev, and Oprah Winfrey are examples of Idealists.

Zombie

A poem I wrote sometime back. A few friends have commented my poems all very cheem...haha. Anyway I shall try to write something happier next time! :)

A zombie stuck in time
Going through the daily motions of life
Their mind is dark, empty and bleak
Shrouded in darkness, locked in key

What's a smile but a farce
Its just an upward turning of the mouth
What's a scream when no one hears
Its just a soundless cry within
What's words when devoid of meaning
It chokes and burns so badly

What's a zombie but a clockwork doll
Wound up badly, nowhere to run
Still stuck in the realms of time.

Thurs morning

Went down with baby and mum to the park downstairs. Baby needs some loving sunshine to brighten up her skin which is supposedly turning sallow according to mum.

She cries alot at night, and mum will take her into my room becos she feels baby like my room better..ya my messy room..fed her milk on my bed last nite, I tink she likes it maybe because of the soft toys.

Had a chat with K on msn and she has decided to go thailand to be with a guy she met for only two times. Z n I think its a rash decision, but it's up to her, although I can't help being worried. I have seen too many failed long-distance relationships..true..it might last for a couple of years, but still I have seen it failed despite the most devoted of parties.

I am quite angry with myself. My heart mostly in the throes of being clenched by an invisible fist..it disrupts me, disorients me, scares me, confuses me. My breathing is constricted, even in my sleep. At it's best, my mind switches to a dispassionated state, vainly dissecting the possible reasons. In the end, it makes neither head nor tail of it. I am as bewildered as anyone else.

A late night post

My appetite has really been going down the drain. Din eat dinner just now, mum microwaved the sausage with egg macmuffin from Mac that I bought for her this morning. Have to force myself to eat it, in the end cannot even finish. Have made myself a cup of hot milo instead. Listening to music now. It might enable me to find the peace within. It rather feels that my soul is playing a discordant music piece of its own.

Totally Random

I wish I can love him openly
Shout it out to the dancing sea
To everyone who passes me

Or the pigeons flying by
and maybe the light blue sky

Memories

Memories, memories, where have u been?
Are u in a faraway land, waiting for me?
Or chucked in the dustbin, sobbing silently

Are u in a box, kept safely
Or like a shadow, following me

I would have come tonight
but I need some more time
So let me ignore you
another little while...

Real Meaning of my name.....

Get Your Sexy Name

Something to have fun with when u are bored...And pardon me...was just curious....

Get Your Sexy Name

Get Your Sexy Name

Get Your Sexy Name

Baby in my room

It's a lovely sunny morning. Baby is currently in my room as I am writing this. I am trying to cultivate her taste in music by playing her some soothing tunes. Music, as they said, soothes the soul. It's been kinda fun having her around the house. She is actually quite lovable when she is not crying, although at her worst she sounds like a eagle screeching as it swoops down for it's prey...which is us...

This is how she looks like in my room now....


Had a great time teasing her hehehe...she breaks into chuckles and shys away from my itchy fingers whenever I tried to tickle her, or just lies there grinning at me.

Took two short breaks while writing to carry her. First time was cos she seem to gradually be getting bored of staring at the lights in my room. Second time cos she was threatening to cry, so I carried and walked her around the room until she fell asleep. This is how she looks like after I put her down! Adorable?


Have to say I am actually quite flattered, she seems to really like me! For one thing, I can pacify her better than my mum and sis, and she goes quiet everytime I carry her, sometimes even falling asleep instantly in my arms.

My mum was actually in disbelief at first, as her worst fear was of me accidentally dropping the baby on the floor, or bumping her head against the door. So yep, I am proud of myself hehehe...

One last pic of her which I took when she was sleeping on my bed two days back..

Birthdays

Something I took from caleb's blog...heheh...

What they don't understand about birthdays
and what they never tell you is that when you're eleven, you're also ten,
and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three,
and two, and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect
to feel eleven, but you don't. You open your eyes and everything's just
like yesterday, only it's today. And you don't feel eleven at all. You
feel like you're still ten. And you are --underneath the year that makes
you eleven.
Like some days you might say something
stupid, and that's the part of you that's still ten. Or maybe some days
you might need to sit on your mama's lap because you're scared, and that's
the part of you that's five. And maybe one
day when you're all grown up maybe you will need to cry like if you're
three, and that's okay. That's what I tell Mama when she's sad and
needs to cry. Maybe she's feeling three.
Because the way you grow old is kind of like
an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden
dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That's
how being eleven years old is.
You don't feel eleven. Not right away. It
takes a few days, weeks even, sometimes even months before you say Eleven
when they ask you. And you don't feel smart eleven, not until you're almost
twelve. That's the way it is.
Only today I wish I didn't have only eleven
years rattling inside me like pennies in a tin Band-Aid box. Today I wish
I was one hundred and two instead of eleven because if I was one hundred
and two I'd have known what to say when Mrs. Price put the red sweater
on my desk. I would've known how to tell her it wasn't min instead of just
sitting there with that look on my face and nothing coming out of my mouth.
"Whose is this?" Mrs. Price says, and she
holds the red sweater up in the air for all the class to see. "Whose? It's
been sitting in the coatroom for a month.
"Not mine," says everybody. "Not me."
"It has to belong to somebody," Mrs. Price
keeps saying, but nobody can remember. It's an ugly sweater with red plastic
buttons and a collar and sleeves all stretched out like you could use it
for a jump rope. It's maybe a thousand years old and even if it belonged
to me I wouldn't say so.
Maybe because I'm skinny, maybe because she
doesn't' like me, that stupid Sylvia Saldivar says, "I think it belongs
to Rachel." An ugly sweater like that, all raggedy and old, but Mrs. Price
believes her. Mrs. Price takes the sweater and puts it right on my desk,
but when I open my mouth nothing comes out.
"That's not, I don't , your not...Not mine," I finally
say in a little voice that was maybe me when I was four.
"Of course it's yours," Mrs. Price says. "I
remember you wearing in once." Because she's older and the teacher, she's
right and I'm not.
Not mine, not mine, not mine, but Mrs. Price
is already turning to page thirty-two, and math problem number four. I
don't know why but all of a sudden I'm feeling sick inside, like the part
of me that's three wants to come out of my eyes, only I squeeze them shut
tight and bite down on my teeth real hard and try to remember today I am
eleven, eleven. Mama is making a cake for me tonight, and when Papa comes
home everybody will sing Happy
birthday, happy birthday to you.
But when the sick feeling goes away and I open my
eyes, the red sweater's still sitting there like a big red mountain. I
move the red sweater to the corner of my desk wit my ruler. I move my pencil
and books and eraser as far from it as possible. I even move my chair a
little to the right. Not mine, not mine, not mine.
In my head I'm thinking how long till lunchtime,
how long till I can take the red sweater and throw it over the school yard
fence, or even leave it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into
a little ball and toss it in the alley. Except when math period ends Mrs.
Price says loud and in front of everybody , "Now Rachel, that's enough,"
because she sees I've shoved the red sweater to the tippy-tip corner of
my desk and it's hanging all over the edge like a waterfall, but I don't'
care.
"Rachel," Mrs. Price says. She says it like she's getting mad.
"You put that sweater on right now and no more nonsense."
"But it's not--"
"Now!" Mrs. Price says.
This is when I wish I wasn't eleven, because all the years inside
of me--ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two and one-- are
pushing at the back of my eyes when I put one arm through one sleeve of
the sweater that smells like cottage cheese, and then the other arm through
the other and stand there with my arms apart like if the sweater hurts
me and it does, all itchy and full of germs that aren't even mine.

That's when everything I've been holding in since this
morning, since when Mrs. Price put the sweater on my desk, finally lets
go, and all of a sudden I'm crying in front of everybody. I wish I was
invisible but I'm not. Im eleven and it's my birthday today and I'm crying
like I'm
three in front of everybody. I put my head down on the desk and bury
my face in my stupid clown-sweater arms. My face all hot and spit coming
out of my mouth because I can't stop the little animal noises from coming
out of me, until there aren't any more tears left in my eyes, and it's
just my body shaking like when you have the hiccups, and my whole head
hurts like when you drink milk too fast.

But the worst part is right before the bell rings
for lunch. That stupid Phyllis Lopez, who is even dumber than Sylvia Saldivar,
says she remembers the red sweater is hers! I take it off right away and
give it to her, only Mrs. Price pretends like everything's okay.

Today I'm eleven. There's cake Mama's making for
tonight, and when Papa comes home from work we'll eat it. There'll be candles
and presents and everybody will sing Happy
birthday, happy birthday to you, Rachel, only it's too late. I'm eleven today. I'm eleven, ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred
and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far
away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in
the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see it.

Hymm of Love

Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous;

love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly;

it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered,

does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;

bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails...But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7,13

Love is patient,
True love is unconditional, that is, it does not depend on the attributes or lack thereof of the person loved, therefore, it is willing to give as much time necessary, and as much space as necessary for that person to grow.

love is kind and is not jealous;
Love seeks to give others something of benefit for their welfare, and consequently, rejoices when they do benefit.

love does not brag and is not arrogant,
To lift one's self up in reference to others leaves no room for unconditional, graceful love.

does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own,
To act inappropriately, morally, is not in accordance with true love. Love never seeks it's own gratificaiton but rather the interests of others.

is not provoked,
Selfishness seeks to manipulate others by stimulating certain selfish emotions. Love will not do this to others, nor will it let it happen to itself.

does not take into account a wrong suffered,
Forgiveness. Let it go. Bitterness is the acid. You are the container. Get rid of it or it will kill you.

does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth;
Love does not somehow gloss over things that are going to be hurtful. True love originates from the truth.


bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
If love really is unconditional, it will hold any weight, face any doubt, persist through hopelessness, and last any trial.


Love never fails...
If it did, would it be love?


But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.
Someday, faith will not be needed, for we will see God. Hope will not be needed, for when everything is fulfilled, there is no need for hope. But love, yes, to it there will be no end. If it did, it wouldn't be love.

My Keirsey Personality Type

The Portait of the Healer (INFP)

Healer Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in striving for their ends, and investigative and attentive in their interpersonal relations. Healer present a seemingly tranquil, and noticiably pleasant face to the world, and though to all appearances they might seem reserved, and even shy, on the inside they are anything but reserved, having a capacity for caring not always found in other types. They care deeply-indeed, passionately-about a few special persons or a favorite cause, and their fervent aim is to bring peace and integrity to their loved ones and the world.

Healers have a profound sense of idealism derived from a strong personal morality, and they conceive of the world as an ethical, honorable place. Indeed, to understand Healers, we must understand their idealism as almost boundless and selfless, inspiring them to make extraordinary sacrifices for someone or something they believe in. The Healer is the Prince or Princess of fairytale, the King's Champion or Defender of the Faith, like Sir Galahad or Joan of Arc. Healers are found in only 1 percent of the general population, although, at times, their idealism leaves them feeling even more isolated from the rest of humanity.

Healers seek unity in their lives, unity of body and mind, emotions and intellect, perhaps because they are likely to have a sense of inner division threaded through their lives, which comes from their often unhappy childhood. Healers live a fantasy-filled childhood, which, unfortunately, is discouraged or even punished by many parents. In a practical-minded family, required by their parents to be sociable and industrious in concrete ways, and also given down-to-earth siblings who conform to these parental expectations, Healers come to see themselves as ugly ducklings. Other types usually shrug off parental expectations that do not fit them, but not the Healers. Wishing to please their parents and siblings, but not knowing quite how to do it, they try to hide their differences, believing they are bad to be so fanciful, so unlike their more solid brothers and sisters. They wonder, some of them for the rest of their lives, whether they are OK. They are quite OK, just different from the rest of their family-swans reared in a family of ducks. Even so, to realize and really believe this is not easy for them. Deeply committed to the positive and the good, yet taught to believe there is evil in them, Healers can come to develop a certain fascination with the problem of good and evil, sacred and profane. Healers are drawn toward purity, but can become engrossed with the profane, continuously on the lookout for the wickedness that lurks within them. Then, when Healers believe thay have yielded to an impure temptation, they may be given to acts of self-sacrifice in atonement. Others seldom detect this inner turmoil, however, for the struggle between good and evil is within the Healer, who does not feel compelled to make the issue public.

Princess Diana, Richard Gere, Audrey Hephurn, Albert Schweiter, George Orwell, Karen Armstrong, Aldous Huxley, Mia Farrow", and Isabel Meyers are examples of a Healer Idealists.



The Idealist

As an INFP, your primary mode of living is focused internally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit into your personal value system. Your secondary mode is external, where you take things in primarily via your intuition.

INFPs, more than other iNtuitive Feeling types, are focused on making the world a better place for people. Their primary goal is to find out their meaning in life. What is their purpose? How can they best serve humanity in their lives? They are idealists and perfectionists, who drive themselves hard in their quest for achieving the goals they have identified for themselves

INFPs are highly intuitive about people. They rely heavily on their intuitions to guide them, and use their discoveries to constantly search for value in life. They are on a continuous mission to find the truth and meaning underlying things. Every encounter and every piece of knowledge gained gets sifted through the INFP's value system, and is evaluated to see if it has any potential to help the INFP define or refine their own path in life. The goal at the end of the path is always the same - the INFP is driven to help people and make the world a better place.

Generally thoughtful and considerate, INFPs are good listeners and put people at ease. Although they may be reserved in expressing emotion, they have a very deep well of caring and are genuinely interested in understanding people. This sincerity is sensed by others, making the INFP a valued friend and confidante. An INFP can be quite warm with people he or she knows well.

INFPs do not like conflict, and go to great lengths to avoid it. If they must face it, they will always approach it from the perspective of their feelings. In conflict situations, INFPs place little importance on who is right and who is wrong. They focus on the way that the conflict makes them feel, and indeed don't really care whether or not they're right. They don't want to feel badly. This trait sometimes makes them appear irrational and illogical in conflict situations. On the other hand, INFPs make very good mediators, and are typically good at solving other people's conflicts, because they intuitively understand people's perspectives and feelings, and genuinely want to help them.

INFPs are flexible and laid-back, until one of their values is violated. In the face of their value system being threatened, INFPs can become aggressive defenders, fighting passionately for their cause. When an INFP has adopted a project or job which they're interested in, it usually becomes a "cause" for them. Although they are not detail-oriented individuals, they will cover every possible detail with determination and vigor when working for their "cause".

When it comes to the mundane details of life maintenance, INFPs are typically completely unaware of such things. They might go for long periods without noticing a stain on the carpet, but carefully and meticulously brush a speck of dust off of their project booklet.

INFPs do not like to deal with hard facts and logic. Their focus on their feelings and the Human Condition makes it difficult for them to deal with impersonal judgment. They don't understand or believe in the validity of impersonal judgment, which makes them naturally rather ineffective at using it. Most INFPs will avoid impersonal analysis, although some have developed this ability and are able to be quite logical. Under stress, it's not uncommon for INFPs to mis-use hard logic in the heat of anger, throwing out fact after (often inaccurate) fact in an emotional outburst.

INFPs have very high standards and are perfectionists. Consequently, they are usually hard on themselves, and don't give themselves enough credit. INFPs may have problems working on a project in a group, because their standards are likely to be higher than other members' of the group. In group situations, they may have a "control" problem. The INFP needs to work on balancing their high ideals with the requirements of every day living. Without resolving this conflict, they will never be happy with themselves, and they may become confused and paralyzed about what to do with their lives.

INFPs are usually talented writers. They may be awkard and uncomfortable with expressing themselves verbally, but have a wonderful ability to define and express what they're feeling on paper. INFPs also appear frequently in social service professions, such as counselling or teaching. They are at their best in situations where they're working towards the public good, and in which they don't need to use hard logic.

INFPs who function in their well-developed sides can accomplish great and wonderful things, which they will rarely give themselves credit for. Some of the great, humanistic catalysts in the world have been INFPs.

More Baby Pics!

Hereby I present to you..*Drumrolls*....Baby Lee! The newly produced pride of the Lee Family!

The LONG Scientific Personality Test

You are more introverted than extroverted. You are more intuitive than observant, you are more feeling based than thinking based, and you prefer to go with the flow rather than having a plan. Your type can best be summarized by the word "Healer", which belongs to the larger group of idealists. You have a capacity for caring that is deeper than most. You strive for unity, are fascinated by the battles between good and evil, and can be something of an idealist. Only 1% of the population shares your type.
As a romantic partner, you are usually supportive and nuturing, however, you have a high need for individuality. Harmony is extremely important to you as you are very affected by conflict and tension, which also makes you resist confronting your partner directly about problems. When you get angry, you usually blame yourself, rather than your partner. You can also be stubborn and unyielding when you feel you are being criticized or mistreated. You feel the most appreciated when your partner listens to you carefully. You need to be understood. You need to hear your partner express their feelings, the more often, the better.

Your group summary: idealists (NF)
Your type summary: INFP

Baby Pics!

Ding Feng came my house today to collect his very belated birthday present and to have a look at baby. He thought baby was a boy..yah..she looks like a little china boy for now..heheh..

Something random

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life
~Oscar Wilde~

Just now Wencong pop up on msn a tiny tidbit that Oscar Wilde is a gay. (??!!! )
So I went to goggled it and it's true...he certainly is a gay. Actually, not that it does matter...I was just curious...however had an interesting little conversation with Wencong about the meaning of the above phrase.

What exactly does it mean by not too long? I've been wondering...so it might be as Wencong said, another context that he might be waiting for a long, long time. But still, how long is that? Time, as we know is indefinite. A day can be as long as a lifetime, or a year can just fly by... So, maybe the true meaning is, "as long as I am able to be with you, I will wait here for you all my life."

A lifetime might not be too long where love is concerned...

Chocolate Considerations

Something light-hearted. :)


1. If you've got melted chocolate all over your hands, you're eating it too slowly.

2. Chocolate covered raisins, cherries, orange slices & strawberries all count as fruit, so eat as many as you want.

3. The problem: How to get 2 pounds of chocolate home from the store in hot car.
The solution: Eat it in the parking lot.


4. Diet tip: Eat a chocolate bar before each meal. It'll take the edge off your appetite and you'll eat less.


5. A nice box of chocolates can provide your total daily intake of calories in one place. Isn't that handy?

6. If you can't eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can't eat all your chocolate, what's wrong with you?

7. If calories are an issue, store your chocolate on top of the fridge. Calories are afraid of heights, and they will jump out of the chocolate to protect themselves.

8. For a balanced diet, eat equal amounts of dark chocolate and white chocolate. They will counteract each other.

9. Money talks. Chocolate sings.

10. Chocolate contains many preservatives. Preservatives make you look younger.

11. Q. Why is there no such organization as Chocoholics Anonymous?
A. Because no one wants to quit.

12. If not for chocolate, there would be no need for control top pantyhose. An entire garment industry would be devastated.

13. Put "eat chocolate" at the top of your list of things to do today. That way, at least you'll get one thing done.

You Raise Me Up

Marcus send me the song lyrics just now over msn as he had thought of me while this song was playing. He hopes that one day when I am lost and in despair, he can always be there for me. All I can say is...thanks.......


When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be.

Dinner, God and Marriage

Just came back home. Met with C at Botak Jones again for dinner. And this time round they gave us a free chicken soup worth $6.50 cos they were abt to close kitchen, heheh. Must go there near closing time to get good bargain :P

Visited her house after that and had an interesting talk with her abt the diference between being religious and spiritual, if prayers are more effective spoken aloud, how does a revelation come about, and if the bible has been correctly interpreted from the original text.

Her mum and sis were in the living room as well and we had an enjoyable time chatting about marriage. Her mum was advising us to just get a guy and settle down because time is running out for us soon. C and i protested of course, it's not as if marriage is like buying vegetables from the wet market right?

It's only if you are absolutely certain that you are able to love the person for that whole of your life that marriage comes into question. Anything less than this...is out. Anyway, the high rates of divorce cases are making me lose quite a bit of faith. People don't seem to take it that seriously anymore...if considering the marriage vows they have taken as below:


Will you, _________________ take this man _________________ to be your wedded husband, to live together in the legal estate of matrimony? Will you love him, comfort him, honour and keep him in sickness and in health and forsaking all others, be faithful to him, so long as you both shall live?
Answer: I will! I Will! I WILL!!!!

Oh by the way, you can always write your own marriage vows. So how about something like this:

With every beat of my heart, with every breath I take, I will love you with my entire being. I pledge to be your rock, your anchor, your support and whichever you need. Forever I'll be delighted to share your joys and sorrow. And wherever you go, then that is my home. That is where I willlingly follow. I will love you with my heart, mind and soul. And I'll never forsake you till the day death do us part.

Ya, a tad mushy..this is only an example la...

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask

How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,"Hi"

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Try to hear the music

Before the song is over.

Biography Data of my niece

Name: Sandra Lee Yihan

D.O.B : 6 Mar 2008

Characteristics as of currect: Spends most of her waking time crying and drinking milk. Very bad tempered.

Wailing is her forte, able to cry for long intervals of time, with 5 secs silence to take a break and intake of breath before starting again. Has the unique ability to wail AND snort at the same time, probably due to a need for more air as her cries gradually get louder. After sometime..you, too want to cry...

Another unique ability is to sleep in various positions that i never see before. Can sleep with her legs up, arms up, hands behind her head, etc. In short, she sleeps like a guy. Smiles only 5% of the time. Has a tendency to wave her arms and kick her legs wildly, even in sleep.

Suitable occupations in future: Professional cyclist, kickboxer, wrestler.

Nicknames : Mian Bao Lian(breadface), Little Hong Jinbao, Xiao Mantou, Little ChongShing(my dad's name). The easiest one is Baby, Baby...

Letter

Hi Dad,

How are you? Are you in heaven now, looking down on us? I am not sure if you can see this..i miss you. Our whole family too. I heard from brother that mum cried a few days ago in the living room while she was eating, because she remembered that it was one of your favourite food while you were here. I din't know what to say when i heard that..because i still do that too. Maybe our whole family does..i dunno.

Brother's baby daughter is now two mths old. All of us thinks she looks like you. She is like this miniature version of you...when i look at her, it seems a part of you lives on in her..yet sometimes i cannot bear to look at her too. I've been reading up, and i have concrete proof from scientists that there is life after death. You are somewhere around rite? Tell me dad, when are you taking me away? When i die, would u be there to welcome me? Will you be there to wait for me? Tell me dad, why do i feel the way i do? Everyday is such a constant struggle, and i don't even like it that much. I don't understand the way i feel, except i feel sick to my stomach and nauseous all the time. Just now i was in bed half asleep, and my tears just fell again. It's not even of my own accord. I tried lying in bed and forced myself back to sleep, but the tears just continued falling and in the end i could only sob and wept. Tell me why i feel this way dad, am i still griveing? It's been ten months and i am supposed to be over this stage, i tink. I feel so tired and weary, and my heart still hurts. I wished i had known you better when you were alive, but i din think you would go away this fast. You only just started sitting in a wheelchair, and there were so many places we thought of bringing you. I am sorry dad, that i never ask you properly about your day although u ask about mine. I am sorry i never given you a hug. You were always so happy when i gave you money every month, although i know you have never used it. You said you were keeping it for me. I sm sorry that you never got to be happy one more time, for my pay was just coming out. I am sorry we never got to celebrate your birthday which was a week later, and we never took more pictures. I am sorry i never got to take a pic with you on my birthday, which was just a few days before. You were just sitting there, and i thought there would still be other chances. I am sorry that while brother and sister were trying to clean your unconscious body with a bath towel and talking to you, i was sitting on a chair, stunned and numb. I din get to do my last duty as a child. I am sorry we never held your hand as you went away, because the docters are trying to save you and we could not get in. I am sorry that i never got to said i love you and meant it with my heart, these words had tasted strange on my lips and they were just urging me to say that as you slipped into uncounsciousness...and i thought somewhere in a part of my mind you would make it through. I miss you, dad. I still do. We all do. I love you, dad. Can i say it to you face to face when we meet each other again? I am sure they are all busy with the baby, i won't be much missed. Take me away with you.

Life is....

"Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get"

It has been ten months since Secret stepped into my life, and permeates my senses. If life really is a box of chocolates, then I can't decide the flavour he must be. It's when you think life is one straight road that it suddenly decides to twist and turn into one corner, and therein lies unexpected surprises......

Coming across him at one of Life's junctions was undoubtly one of the most profound events of my life, precisely because he provokes in me a tempestuous swirl of emotions I still do not understand, and maybe I'll never will. No more angst, it's time to smile.

Life is one roller coaster ride, and the definition has never been that clear till he came, for he affected me like no other.

Life also is one of simple pleasures. It's one of sweet boredom shared with that somone special, a glimpse of that shooting star you were always after, of catching the setting rays of the warm glorious sun, of confiding in the sea your innermost fears.

It's the way danelions float peacefully over the meadow, the way you lost yourself in those tender eyes, and every experience starts anew as though the eyes of a child. It's taking a simple stroll through a moonlit beach, the sensation of wet sand rubbing gently on your skin.

It's that sweet, sweet feeling a little kiss brings, and how the rain falls and washes everything clean. It's the brimming curiousity you have for each other, the little revelations that then bond you together.

To me then, he is a surge of ordinary happiness, one I hope that everyday brings.

What are you?

Something I wrote for fun. :)


Are u a sorcerer? Casting an unwitting spell upon me.
Or rather is it me, willingly spunning this web entrapping me.
Are u a rainbow? Although u like most the colour blue.
Or the ocean, which then i'll go the depths for you.

Are you the gentle pair of hands, that keeps me warm at night?
Or just a stranger, familar for once I knew your voice.
Are u a child, letting me nurture and to keep?
Or a lost treasure, which i failed endlessly to reach.
Are you the clouds, shifting and changing at whim?
Or a diamond, one that fails to forge a ring?
Do i run, do i hide?
Or shall i welcome heartbreak with open arms?

What's the truth, and what's pretence?
Does time really tell, indeed?

Maybe you are a poisoned rose?
A prick of innocence to leave me dead.
But your lingering fragrance still remains.

Maybe you are a kaleidoscope?
Through your eyes I'll see beautifully distorted reality,
Yet an intricate myriad of colours leaves me craving senselessly.

Or you are just the summer breeze, touching me so light.
A gentle whispher, a gentle sigh.
You were gone even before I bade goodbye.

A small scare

Watching HK dramas now in jb...hehe my bro has loads of dramas and movies slashed in his com, and he is pretty proud of it too. Was just bragging to me that a person staying in his house can watch shows everyday at his house for at least a mth. *shssshh....*

Just got a big scare wooh hehe. Here i am watching a latest HK drama now in the living room ma, then my back is facing the door of the house which is opened. Then i heard some noises like opening of a gate behind me..so i look out at the door but i can onli see the darkness outside..nothing le. So was thinking, aiya, i not scared of those things k, and resumed back to watching my tv.

Then i heard this faint, "gu niang" weird pitched voice going, "Xiao Jie......"waliew, scared the hell out of me k! I jumped out of my chair and turned to look at the door, its actually my cousin Chun, who is at the door. Chun and his family just live opposite us, connected by a small road. So lame, scaring me at this time... :P

Real Zodiac Sign Test

Your true zodiac sign is Scorpio!
Scorpions are known for their intense and powerful natures. They are willful, proud and calm with an electrifying undercurrent of seething intensity. Purposeful and animated with force, they project a magnetic personality.Scorpio does nothing in half measures. An all or nothing attitude permeates their entire life. When fixed on something or someone, the scorpion perseveres. Scorpio never settles. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest or not at all. Scorpio will rarely be found in the center of activity, but will always know just what is going on of concern to him. Their tenacity and willpower are enviable, their depth of character and passionate conviction admirable, but it is their deep sensitivity that makes them the best and most loyal friend. This same quality makes them the most treacherous of enemies. When they harness their abundant energy constructively, their self-confidence tempered with shrewdness, and their ambition coupled with generosity toward others, they excel at whatever they undertake. Scorpios are demanding of others, but never ask someone to do what they would not do themselves. They can be fanatically focused and work till they drop.

The Cab Ride

Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I arrived at 2:30a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.

But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself.

So I walked to the door and knocked.

"Just a minute", answered a frail, elderly voice.

I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened.
A small woman in her 80's stood before me.

She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase.

The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness.

"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".

"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.

When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"

"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.

"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. "I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long." I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city.

She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now"

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.

It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door.

The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.

She held onto me tightly.

"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said. "Thank you."

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.

Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.

What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift?
What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.:)

You could be Happy

You could be happy and I won't know
But you weren't happy the day I watched you go

And all the things that I wished I had not said
Are played on loops 'till it's madness in my head

Is it too late to remind you how we were
But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur

Most of what I remember makes me sure
I should have stopped you from walking out the door

You could be happy, I hope you are
You made me happier than I'd been by far

Somehow everything I own smells of you
And for the tiniest moment it's all not true

Do the things that you always wanted to
Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do

More than anything I want to see you go
Take a glorious bite out of the whole world

Tests..

Sanguine Phlegmatic 57 Sanguine, 14 Melancholy, 14 Choleric, 50 Phlegmatic

Hail to you who is a Sanguine Phlegmatic! The peaceful fun presence that makes every outing pleasant. The simplicity of a child in complex situations. The stability to stay straight on the course. The creativity and charm to color a drab day. The positive agreeableness that makes groups work. The enthusiasm and energy to start over and over again. The patience to put up with provokers & listen while others have their say. The gift of mediation, uniting opposing forces & creating peace. The gift of humor & joy for every situation. The will to live in such a way that even your enemies can't find anything bad to say about you. This is the most pleasant personality combination. You are warm, easy going, friendly. You are great with people, and people love hanging out with you. The beauty of being a Sanguine Phlegmatic is that many of a Phlegmatic's weaknesses are balanced by the Sanguine nature, and many Sanguine excesses are tempered by Phlegmatic stability. For example, phlegmatic's are notoriously hard to get excited, but sanguine's are naturally enthusiastic. And sanguine's tend to have poor follow through, but phlegmatic's are dilligent and work at a steady pace. In other words, your two types balance each other out making you super awesome. Here is list of what is so awesome about Phlegmatic's: You are easy going, easy to get along with, relaxed, consistent, patient, well-balanced, calm, cool, collected, a good listener, quiet but witty, sympathetic, kind, you keep your emotions hidden, you are happily reconciled to life, and you are an all purpose person. At work you are competent, steady, peaceful, agreeable, you avoid conflict, mediate problems, lead by consensus, and you don't get that pressured. As a friend you are pleasant, enjoyable, compassionate, concerned, inoffensive, a good listener with a dry sense of humor. and here is what is so great about being a Sanguine: You are enthusiastic, excitable, the life of the party, talkative, a story teller, cheerful, sincere, wide eyed & innocent, curious, emotional, demonstrative, and fun. You are adaptable, you live in the present, and you have a good sense of humor. In your workplace, you think up new activities,volunteer for jobs, start in a flashy way, inspire others to join, charm others to work, look great on the surface, have boundless energy, and you are creative and colorful. As a friend you make friends easily, love people, turn disaster into humor, thrive on compliments, seem exciting, are envied by others, don't hold grudges, apologize quickly, prevent dull moments & like spontaneous activities. So yeah, you are definitely fun & good with people. Even I want to be your friend. But, it is not all roses. Let's look at your weaknesses: Here are the normal weaknesses of a Sanguine: You are a compulsive talker who exaggerates, elaborates, dwells on trivia, gets lost in tangents, and can't remember names. You scare others off, has too much energy for some, you have a loud voice, a loud laugh, and you seem phony to some. You are egotistical, naive, easily angered, immature, frenetic, restless, and disorganized. At work you are forgetful, don't follow through, undisciplined, your priorities are out of order, you would rather talk than work, you decide by feelings, easily distracted, and your confidence fades fast. As a friend you hate to be alone, need to be center stage, want credit, want to be liked and wants to be popular. You dominate conversations, interrupts and don't listen, you answer for others, repeat stories, make excuses and your are fickle. And here are the Phlegmatic weaknesses: You are unenthusiastic, fearful, worried, indecisive, selfish, shy, reticent, self-righteous, too compromising and you avoid responsibility. At work you are not goal oriented, lacking in self-motivation, hard to get moving, resentful of being pushed, lazy, careless, discouraging & you have a quiet will of iron. As a friend you dampen enthusiasm, stay uninvolved, are indifferent, unexciting, judgemental, sarcastic, teasing & you resist change. Add those two together and you may not get too much done. Maybe try starting flashy, and then delegating to others! Or have a considerate melancholy-choleric who'll hold you accountable to having follow-through. And they're happy to help. They love you. You are amazing. The bountiful benefits of being a Sanguine-Phlegmatic clearly outweigh the negatives. I mean, not matter what, at least you are interesting. You are like Tigger & Winnie the Pooh combined into one person. Maybe you should get Disney to make a character based off of you (imagine the royalties!). This test taker, counts himself among your numbers. And this is a cool test right? Hell yeah! Curious about the 4 temperment types? here are links to the 4 basic results you can get. Phlegmatic Choleric Melancholy Sanguine

This test tracked 4 variables. How the score compared to the other people's:

	Higher than 90% on Sanguine
	Higher than 5% on Melancholy
	Higher than 18% on Choleric
	Higher than 64% on Phlegmatic

Link: The Personality Plus Profiler Test written by mahdroo on OkCupid View My Profile(mahdroo)

Honorable You are 84% Believable!

Okay, so you probably avoid answering rather than tell a lie, or you'll simply redirect the attention elsewhere. In either case, you can consider yourself to be among the fairly honest crowd. People can and do believe what you tell them, and that is quite honorable indeed.

This test tracked 1 variable. How the score compared to the other people's:

Higher than 79% on Believability

Link: The How Much Of A Liar Are You Test written by PolyWitchWoman on OkCupid View My Profile(PolyWitchWoman)

The Companion You scored 72% Loyalty, 56% Innocence, 44% Sexuality, and 64% Curiousty!

See the wolf picture?. Wolves mate for life, and tend to stay true to their pack. You are a loyal, trusthworthy person. What makes you special is your willingness to stick with your partner until the very end. You may have been around some, but that's only going to help you understand through experience how to make you next relationship truly work, which is something very important to you. Your best match, of course, is someone just like you. You should also consider hanging around The Angel, The Anchor, The Cyber-romantic The Faithful Love-Pet, The Hidden Passion, The Loving Fox, and the Loving Fox, preferably in that order. Your exact opposite is the Cyber-Sex Fiend, which you should stay away from at all costs. Others that are no good for you are The Playful Fox, The Closet Pervert, Ther Nerd, The Intellectual, and the Pervert. You may not be an overly deep thinker, but that's okay. You are probably better of staying attuned with the advice of trusted friends and family to work out the kinks of a relationship. There may have been times when you thought that if you give yourself to your mate, they will stay with you. If they required that, they don't deserve you. It's better to them wait as well just to see how they react. The Object | The Intellectual | The Pervert | The Playful Fox | The Virgin | The Nerd | The Closet Pervert | The Cybersex Fiend | The Anchor | The Faithful Love-Pet | The Loving Fox | The Angel | The CyberRomantic | The Hidden Passion | The Lonely Fox

This test tracked 4 variables. How the score compared to the other people's:

	Higher than 73% on Loyalty
	Higher than 87% on Innocence
	Higher than 40% on Sexuality
	Higher than 36% on Curiosity

Link: The What Kind of Significant Other Are You? Test written by evileyeofdarkne on OkCupid View My Profile(evileyeofdarkne)

The Possum Your tactics in a conflict: 50 % Accountability, 7 % Aggression, 48 % Avoidance

You are the odd little possum. Your tactics keep you out of many conflicts you do not wish to be in, but they are really just a means to an end. You are seeking a steady balance between keeping your conflicts to a minimum and making sure the unavoidable conflicts are worthwhile. Just be careful no to get run over by a passing truck while playing dead!

This test tracked 3 variables. How the score compared to the other people's:

	Higher than 13% on Accountability
	Higher than 0% on Aggression
	Higher than 95% on Avoidance

Link: The Super In-Depth Conflict Strategy Test written by mindovamatter on OkCupid View My Profile(mindovamatter)