Your Dominant Intelligence is Spatial Intelligence

You've got a good sense of space and how the world around you looks. You can close your eyes and "see" images. You have innate artistic talent. An eye for color and shapes, you're also a natural designer. Since you think in pictures, visual aids and demonstartions help you learn best. You would make a good navigator, sculptor, visual artist, inventor, architect, interior designer, or engineer.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

I can:
bitch about bday plans
elaborate about recording today (cedric was the best)
worry about army (again, hope i dun sign extras AGAIN)

OR:

Say that I've been really stoked. I'm feeling it. I am touched. I am moved. I am... so so stoked.

Take me to heaven
Sit under a Magnolia tree
Paralyse that moment for me

Take me to heaven
Set free the conflicts that's burdening me
Paralyse that moment for me

lately i don't care if it's real
lately i don't know what to feel
fool me if you want to
fool me coz i want you to
fool me coz i wanna be fooled by you.

Hey Julie
Fountains of Wayne

Working all day
for a mean little man
with a clip-on tie
and a rub on tan
he's got me running round the office
like a dog around a track
when i get back home
you're always there to rub my back

Hey julie
look what they're doing to me
tryin ta trip me up
tryin ta wear me down
Julie i swaer
it's so hard to bear it
and i'd never make it through
without you around
no i'd never make it through
without you around

hours on the phone
making pointless calls
i got a desk full of paper
that means nothing at all
sometimes i catch myself
staring into space
counting down the hours
till i get to see your face

Hey julie
look what they're doing to me
tryin ta trip me up
tryin ta wear me down
Julie i swear
it's so hard to bear it
and i'd never make it through
without you around
no i'd never make it through
without you around

how did it come to be
that you and i must be
far away from each other everyday
why must i spend my time
filling up my mind
with facts and figures
that never add up anyway
they never add up anyway

working all day
for a mean little guy
he's got a bad toupee
and a soup stained tie
he's got me running round the office
like a gerbil on a wheel
he can tell me what to do
but he can't tell what to feel

Hey julie
look what they're doing to me
tryin ta trip me up
tryin ta wear me down
Julie i swear
it's so hard to bear it
and i'd never make it through
without you around
no i'd never make it through
without you around

It was supposed to be a wondrous mystery, not a suspense mystery! I hate those screeching violins that make you spill your drink. I fucking hate it when it happens in reality.

"You were the chosen one! You were supposed to destroy the Sith, not join them! I love you!"

"I Hate you!"

than die bitch.

Sigh. Noone knows who is who, i intend it to be that way. Is it you? Or you? Or HIM! or her? ING! ING! ING! ING!

It's that ache again. Hello Ache. Fuck you Ache.


Listening to Fountains of Wayne.

I wanna sink to the bottom with you... but then I'm the only one sinking... lower and lower... hello Marianas Trench.

The sun still shines in the summer time. I'll be yours if you'll be mine. I try to change but i change my mind. think i'll have another glass of mexican wine.

AAAAAAAAARRRGGHH!!!!!

Blogging sucks

A fortnight ago I met up with my old friend Winson. We reminisced about the past. We mentioned the 'elitism' we all had and still have in small amounts. About what was cool.

You see it'd be cool if it was unknown. You'd know, you'd share it with your closest freinds, and only the few of you had it. It'd be cool. It could be a fashion item, music from a particular obscure band, an activity noone knew.

Pretty soon it catches on, then you see it on the streets, you see ah lians and ah bangs having it, you notice that everyone is copying it. It loses it's coolness.

And blogging is one of them. In times past, it was something unheard of. A select few were in the circle, it was a club that was special.

But now, alas.

I've... naaaaaah! amazing...

I made a Quiz for you! Take my Quiz! and then Check out the Scoreboard!

Happy Mothers Birthday Granma!

Went over to my first Granma's today with Mum and Dad. Ah-Ma is 75 this year, and never knew her exact birthday. So every year, her kids (my dad and my aunts/uncles) celebrate her birthday on Mothers Day. Like today!

We reached her place with a cake and some kuey. My 4th Uncle and his family was out, they live with Ah-Ma... We sat down, had coffee and the kuey, sat and laughed with Ah-Ma. Dad told me about the street outside, between Teck Why and Bukit Panjang, how he'd court Mum.

Hahahha... My Dad was going to his commissioning parade, and he was told he had to bring a date. And officers who didn't have a date were laughed at (not much diff today). So he cycled up and down Bukit Panjang rd in hope to see my Mum.

Now Mummy was a man-eating tomboy. If they didn't run from the "icicle shoulders" approach, she'd do the "burning fists of fury" stance. But Dad employed the "eyes of puppy dog" assault and did the "whimpers of desperation" attack, begging her to be his date. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

So cute in a 1971 way. Anyway 4th Uncle came back, we cut the cake, and we made to go home, we'd been there 3hrs already it was dinner time. The my littlest cousin asked 4th Uncle, "Daddy, why they come, cut cake, and straight away go already?"

4th Uncle replied, "Sonny, they'd been here 3 hrs already! We're the late ones!" And my little cousin was so amazed, "But they were only here for awhile! I saw it!"

Hahahahha. Kids. so cute when acting like morons.

Glacial Burn.

Everytime your eyes roll when you shut your lids, the ground slips out beneath you. As your pupils point up in the darkness of your sockets... your head falls back while the floor flies up from under you. It blurs in a curve from under your feet and up up past your face and beyond behind you. And it keeps whizzing away; the earth, the wind, your world.

The intake of your breath feels like breathing liquid. The heavy and sluggish flow hugs to the sides of your throat... running along the walls of your windpipe into your lungs, like a lover's caress. The sense of expansion plateaus into a plane of stillness, pregnant and aching. It isn't unlike the revelations at the peaks of your yawnings.

Then bony fingers stab into your ribs, through the slits, sharp and blunt at the same time. You throw your head forward, doubling over, holding your abdomen. Your throaty exhale makes you imagine your chest crumpled like a paper bag, it's air sucked out in a sudden vacuum. All your breath is out, but your chest is still contracting. You are flattened to the depths of stillness, empty and crushing.

A grimace spreads on the face, the teeth are lock in a stalemate in exertion. The flesh on the cheeks are knotted up, the brows furrowed in it's downward push. Thus the eyes, still rolled in their dark sockets, are pressed in from the outside. But like water in a squeezed balloon... the tears escape.

And the subsequent breaths turn into sobs, and the occasional pathetic moan.

stoked

it was great.

ignore all the bad things, they only strive to tarnish the beauty, pleasure, fun. live for the moment. never doubt the truth or reality, don't suppose anything. Live it now.

holding tight, beach napping, cable skiing. I am stoked.


Half the army's activated from ex-pres Dr Wee Kim Wee's departure. Uh-oh, i'm busy again. deployment to night, i've done the arrangements, but i know tomolo will bring new problems.