in the spirit of psychoanalysis.

Made myself pancakes, fell ill (no, I didn't poison myself with my pancakes la!), cut a part of myself away. That's roughly what's been happening over the past few days.

I need an exercise partner! Fiona, let's go jogging! -_- Your 10km run sounds mighty inspiring.

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What would you do if a total stranger started hysterically shouting that you were "INHUMAN! CRAZY! CRUEL!" and a million other things just because you wouldn't let her have a privilege that she didn't pay for anyway? Possible reactions include:

A) screaming back that if she wants to have that privilege, she better bloody well pay for it,

B) calming her down and letting her have it, but know that it's morally wrong to give in because that will just confirm her view that shouting lets you get your way in life and she will teach her kids the wrong things,

or

C) telling her to be quiet and letting her use it, and curse and swear after that, thereby confirming your own view that people of a certain race are all the bloody same. Bah. And no, you don't care about how she's going to bring her kids up. Because THEY ARE ALL THE BLOODY SAME. That's right.

If your answer is A, you are a rebellious teenager and not suitable for the service industry. If your response is B, you are a preachy teacher. Teachers have it hard these days too, I hear. If you circled C, oh I really don't know. I made up all the analyses anyway. I guess C means you are like me. Like everyone else resigned to stereotyping. I mean, they think we are inhuman! and crazy! This is so damn ridiculous! for goodness' sake. Is it really that politically incorrect to resort to stereotyping in defense? Ya, of course everyone is different once you get to know them, blah blah blah. Fascinating, really, but I'm afraid I'm running late for a dinner appointment.

There were 4 ENFPs in my class.

Did a comprehensive Myer-Briggs test when we were back in Nanyang. Just now, I saw a link to a shorter online version on Tianwei's blog, so I was intrigued. What do you know, after nearly ten years, I still have the same personality. Slightly spooky.



***You Are An ENFP***


The Inspirer

You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.
You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.
Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.
You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!

In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.
You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.

At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.
You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.

How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding

When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused


What's Your Personality Type?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/

I am a slug.

Just got my nails painted for work tomorrow, and they look wrong. Feel wrong. No more strong long nails that go clackety-clack when I tap them against the table top. Instead I've got to worry abt how oh-so vulnerable they are from now on. Though on the upside, I can pick up my coins when they drop on the floor again. Haha. So overall, yay. I guess.

Oh! Forgot the huge horrifying news. I'm now officially the heaviest I've ever been in my life! ~gasp-horror-shock-shock~ And no, I'm not telling how heavy. It's disgraceful. But I AM going on a total exercise and maybe diet routine. Push! Pump! Swim! Fight! To make it more realistic, it's officially a competition. My worthy opponent is my very heavy brother, who is also much ashamed by his blubber. The winner is the one who loses more, percentage-wise. I so need to win, because the loser has to scrub the winner's feet (sounds familiar, Jo? Ha!) AND buy a meal at wherever the winner likes. I am NOT scrubbing my brother's feet. Men feet are how gross.

I'm sorry I can't grow old with you.

Been missing out on a few of my mates' birthdays. Huiyan! I'm sorry! You know I still love you! Anyway I heard Fiona saying you had no intention of celebrating it with us in the first place -_- That took most of my guilt away already. And Fiona! Woman, have you migrated to Siberia or something? How come everytime you sms, I sms back, and then THAT'S IT? Did I miss some secret code? I will hunt you down when I am back in Singapore. Hohoho.

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The year's coming to an end. Time to pack up and move on with life. I hope you find warmer days ahead. Brrr.

Some Gilmore love.

Which Gilmore Girls Character Are You?
	You are Lane. You are an eccentric. You have odd, quirky tastes and an intriguing personality. At the same time, you are reserved and in many ways you are still finding out who you are.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

Tianwei is Lorelai. Cool.

Oh yar I wanted to add something. Would you guys pay upwards of S$100-200 per pax for a good meal? 'Coz I went to Iggy's at Regent Hotel and it was pretty amazing, particularly because I didn't have any expectations, it was just Eugene's birthday thing. And Akemi-san had encouraged our class to go for it, to really understand the fine dining experience, which would hopefully help us in our Business Class service. I think I was mostly surprised that hey! It WAS pretty similar. So something to work towards, definitely. But expensive sia. So question 2 is, if you do go, would you go already knowing what their specialties were, and you know, expect the super very best?

Blame it on the cool weather. I didn't sweat at all!

Forgot to take a shower today -_-

But I didn't forget to stock up on entertainment for my impending visit to Abu Dhabi. Bought:

-Brothers & Sisters, season 1
-Nanny Diaries
-Chuck & Larry
-Monster (the Charlize Theron one. Yup, I've never seen it.)

Plus I'm throwing in a couple of books (hope I don't end up bringing like half a dozen) and my PSP. Better have too much than run out of distractions, right?

Tough questions from a 12-year-old.

Went for a food-tasting sesh at my dad's friend's soon-to-be-open mussels restaurant (mussels in pots which reminded me of Paris, yum) and ended up getting quizzed by his 12-year-old daughter, who has just finished her P6 in JB and is thinking about going on to study in Singapore.

An excerpt of the quizzing.

Q: I heard the Singaporean kids hate us.

A: Wha...??

Q: It's true, isn't it? My friend told me they always say bad things about us.

A: Hmm. ~long pause~ Ok, to look at it in a different way, you know how we always make jokes about how Singaporeans like to come in to JB to buy their groceries 'coz it's so much cheaper? (she nods, giggling) Well, see? We laugh at them too. That's the way the world works. We all laugh at one another, just about different things, that's all.

Q: Isn't it very hard being in a good school? I could apply for a so-so school and maybe, like, be a top student?

A: Honestly, I don't remember exactly how hard it was. Those aren't the kind of things you remember 10 years down the road. But I've got to say, if you have the chance to go to an excellent school, take it. Why choose a mediocre path and risk losing your edge when you can surround yourself with people who will push you to improve? I can tell you, at the end of the day, there were hardly any kids who were from 'unknown' schools in my junior college.

Q: Or maybe I should just stay in JB. But I want to tell my friends that I am going to Singapore to study.

A: Well, if it were up to me, I would rather go to an excellent school in JB than an average one in Singapore. If you wanna 'brag', you wanna be sure you can go all the way, get what I mean? (at this point, even I didn't really get what I meant, but apparently she did, 'coz she nodded very vigorously.)

So? Preachy huh. I felt preachy. But I wasn't sure how much she would understand, because we were tackling so many different issues. Such as travelling to and fro vs. staying in hostels. Such as CCAs and commitment. Such as her worry that she can't handle everything being in English, except well, Chinese lessons. I wanted to tell her so much more. I even wanted to tell her how this would definitely throw her out of her comfort zone, and make her feel like an alien sometimes. But that it would turn out alright, because of those amazing memories and crazy best friends who pig out with you on Nutellaice-creambeersparklingwineotah-otah even after a super-full ramen dinner, and this is about ten years after Secondary 4 officially ended. But I chose to let her do the talking, and only answered. Answered as honestly as I could. Because life works out differently for everyone, and I wanted her to write her own story. Maybe she wouldn't have thought it important information anyway, all this displacement-but-friends-make-it-ok nonsense. But just maybe, she would have taken it all too much to heart and worried over the information overload. I didn't want to do that to her. So I hope she thinks it through and is eventually happy with whatever choice she makes.

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Ok, last and least, welcome back, Lawrence! Thanks for dropping by with dessert.

You're an adult when you... hmm, I haven't figured this one out yet.

I thought I'd start off with a good ol' candid shot Mel caught of me pretending to be the Statue of Liberty. I'm back from the 'Can't-be-bothered-with-Blogger'-Land! ~holds up Liberty torch~ That's my darling batchgirl AJ, with a hint of her LV Speedy, which she is interested in selling, by the way. ("Brand new hor," she said.) Any takers? I'll pass you her number.

SO.

I spent a happy 8 days with AJ doing Hongkong-San Francisco, and I must say it really makes hell of a lot of difference when you've got a buddy with you. Ooh, the bitching, the hard work, the trepidation of working Business Class and the eventual screwing up. Well, at least we screwed up together. Takes away 99% of the scariness. And now the woman has gone to get married. All the best babe! A couple more pics then. Notice any marital glow on her face?





Us at Cheesecake Factory for Sunday brunch. Yep, puffy eyes and messy hair, but VERY contented with the food. We'd originally wanted to go the evening before, but the wait was a crazy 3 hours. No, they don't take reservations. Bah. But brunch is good too. Really hope I can do this with my close buds again before I quit.

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Dragged Cherilyn to Zouk with me after dinner-ing with her last night, 'coz I just couldn't get enough of her! Eeeee. Haha. Anyway, it's funny her parents sort of gave the place a quick clean-up before we reached. Woman, your place very messy meh? And we HAD to giggle excitedly as we were leaving, prompting her dad to question/ caution her about driving down to Zouk. So I heroically stepped in and said, nope no driving, of course I'm NOT gonna let her drive. After which instead of getting a nod of approval, I actually sensed awkwardness in the air, because effectively, I might as well have shouted, "Your daughter's not driving because I'm gonna get her drunk, Uncle! Drunk! Woohoo!" So we scooted out of sight before Uncle could voice any objection.

Zouk was Jo's idea, by the way. To celebrate Janet's birthday :P I think we all need to grow up. I'm proud to announce that none of us got drunk though. It was a bit too crowded, the whiskey dry was disgusting (we had to force ourselves to drink it by playing Scissors Paper Stone, and even then we had to leave a whole jug behind), but hey, GIRLS' NIGHT OUT!! Mega fun. The sore throats from hollering along to the songs are the evidence. In fact, just the Scissors Paper Stone Showdown was good fun already. Hur.