The Part of You That No One Sees

You are balanced, peaceful, and sincere. You're the type of person who goes along to get along. And you're definitely afraid of rocking the boat. Underneath it all, you fear your world falling apart. You'll put up with a situation that you don't like in fear of changing it. Disruptive and forceful people intimidate you - and sometimes exploit you.

Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP)

Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant. Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.

Does anyone play Guildwars?

the Best-est game on earth, b'cause it is without monthly charge and so my mom wont kill me...

well one of their class is called the MESMER and she'll be the focus of this post.

When we play games, many of us choose to go for either tanks (High health, warriors)
or high damage-dealers (Rangers[bow skills] and Elementalists)
and manybe healing class (Monk)

and here-in lies the underdog. the MESMER

what exactly does this mesmer do? she can direct energy(mana) of others to herself to heal herself or to cause damage. the down side is that she does not have the capacoty to deal large Damage nor can she take huge punishment. but ther power to make mobs useless by diverting away their energies more than compansates... She is the anti-warrior / anti-mage.

So the entire point is to stop treating underdogs like... well... underdogs. they we too can be powerful when used in the right way.

Yes, we can deal some hefty damage, when done in the correct manner.! So, Comeon Underdogs, UNITE and deal some pain.!!!

MUHAHAHAHAHAHA
(REgains composure)

i appologise for losing control...next up:


I am VERY inspired after watching a Ballet dance sequence on TEEVEE. Some one get me lessons now..please.

Please!!!

Hmm, i've just realised that i have quite bad a readership eh... Do help me promote my shoutpost.
:] thanks

Well i have got a Cass-initiated Cip tomorrow... In Singapore, every college kid Strives to get a good testimonial, so it is only right that we do Community involvement Programmes (Cips).
Guess where my cip is at...

The Singapore (Jurong) Bird Park! Like my goodness.!
Not my usual glam self. so dont visit the bird park tomorrow please. :]

On a lighter note,
Singapore's Art's Fest is pretty impressive this year.
Am going for two dance shows, Blind Date and one other... i cant remember the name right now.

Blind date involved 8 dancers, and is about the random-ness of life and how relationship may not be expressed in life due to restrictions. this contemporary dance uses interpersonal relationship in response to space to create intimacy.

Next, the second contemporary dance will be done in a pool of water. why? i have no idea. why am i going for it? because it is different. and i love differing concepts.

(Arts is expansive..... spending quite a lot on this two shows!)

thats all for now...
Do visit often... please?!

Your Dominant Intelligence is Bodily-Kinesthetic Intelligence

You are naturally athletic and coordinated, good at making your mind and body work together. Sports are fun and easy for you, especially those requiring good hand - eye coordination. There's also a good chance you're a great dancer, or good at expressing yourself through body language. You learn best by doing, and you feel like you've always got to be moving (even if it's just your hands). You would make a good athlete, physical education teaches, dancer, actor, firefighter, or artisan.

I know it now...

Well, it pains me whenever i see that face. that face she shows...I know she is annoyed with that's no reason to be so.... so... pointed.So sharp

She sits there...doesn't help and expects the world to go around her.
Well i cant exactly say she doesn't help, she helps some of them. Some. Those she likes. Hormonal... Hormonal at that age. Grow up. GROW UP!
Such clear bias-ness. Such CLEAR BIAS-ness!

DEARIE!!!! stop that pretense!

So she gives that impression that she cares, she doesn't. just say it. i know it.

You are not worthy of my dance.
I dance for flight, not to impress. i dance to liberate, not to show-off.

I dance because i am borned to need to...

So stop staring at me and stop giving me that, that pathetic excuse for a face. leave me.

I'll dance, at the end of the day, i'll dance.

|Only people who know how to love boundlessly get angry at society- only they become its revolutionaries, its leaders, its heroes. ...|

I love nights (or rather mornings) like this,
when I'm relaxed and have no agenda.

it makes me think, think of what i've been doing and what's important to me.
infact, it reorientates me.

But

Seriously, this isn't enough.
i need to go shopping....

Like seriously

i need so many things right now. and the first on my list is a haircut. my hair is in a total mess right now. not too neat.

(Insufficient memory)

I feel like having a beef steak... with wild mushroom sauce.  medium please. well... tis rather random.

I'm going off for the night. do be nice to everyone. :]

It hurts me when it happens. it doesnt' affect them, to them, tis normal. daily.

It changes me. makes me think. i think, and i cant stop. i question, cant stop.


There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Do you know where the sidewalk ends? where all the children can have fun. where all the adults can converge, and for a moment, they become kids. WE become kids.
I knew them, once. they grew
the neverending search for 'freedom',' fame', adult-hood'.

Aren't you sick of it.?.
Childhood, it slips. so fast.
startles me..

The hidden, implied meaning of words assumes primary importanceemphasizes the absurdity of human existence by employing disjointed, repetitious, and meaningless dialogue, purposeless and
confusing situations.
Absurd.


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I almost did this... :

[You want to know how it feels? I'll tell you. It feels like... the middle of space. Floating. Alone. Driving late at night on a deserted road. Headed directly into a perfect dark athat somehow gets darker. And the road and woods and sky all roll up together into a huge gateway that's always opening - just opening as you get there. The feeling of the steering wheel and the dashboard is so familiar, so... owned by you. The girl - the victim - is in the seat beside you. And you're more alone than if she wasn't there. You understand?

A lot of guys would try to deny this. But I feel we can be honest here, don't you? That victim owes you her breath. It's not hers anymore - from the time she trusted you. From the time she failed to protect herself. If you don't want her to breathe - if it gets to you at any point - what do you do? You kill her. That's logic.

Then, you get out of the car, and stand there on the road, in the absolute darkness. And you feel a silence, a stillness, that sounds better to you than any human voice you've ever heard. You can't even remember your own voice - or that you ever had one. Then you think about that body, and the clothes still on it, and her bag on the floor of the car, and the things in that bag - and you decide what you want to keep, and what you want to throw away. You open the car door, and you go through that bag, and through those clothes and through that body. And anything you want is yours.]

Disturbing, is it not? Reach... reach thrugh that bag and everything you want is yours mine.

Is it not this very desire to reach that people blog? this requirement that we seek. the need to find a form of libration. Words, they are after all, only words.
They unwind and you understand. That's it. Simple.
But when we move, it is different. we're almost flying loud, powerful.
You see it your way. Nothing is wrong, we see movement as we want to. Open, free.

I want to move, i never got to. I might, in the future, start moving.
Dream cant feed
Can it?

Keep moving, keep finding,

Keep reaching.