The Big Five Personality Test

Extroverted	||||||||||||||||||	75%
Introverted	||||||	24%
Friendly	||||||||||||	48%
Aggressive	||||||||||||||	52%
Orderly	||||||	28%
Disorderly	||||||||||||||||||	72%
Relaxed	||||||||||||	48%
Emotional	||||||||||||||	52%
Intellectual	||||||||||||||||||	75%
Practical	||||||	26%

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Extroversion results were high which suggests you are very talkative, optimistic, sociable and affectionate but possibly not very reflective.

Friendliness results were medium which suggests you are moderately good natured, trusting, and helpful.

Emotional Stability results were medium which suggests you are moderately worrying, insecure, emotional, and nervous.

Intellectualness results were high which suggests you are very creative, original, curious, imaginative but possibly not very practical.

Overall, you scored highest on Intellectual and Extroversion and lowest on Orderliness.

gwen and i went grocery shopping after school.
bought pizza, 1.5L mineral water, sausages, apples and OJ.

come to think of it, it would be quite fun when we move in together.

and they were passing free samples of sausages at the meat counter.
i think the lady regretted it when she asked us to try *some*.
cause we tried *all*
and practically every brand.

school's organizing a picnic tommorow.
gwen and i are providing keropok and pizza and sausages.

now, i think i owe her money.

*thinks hard.*

yeah. i do.

read this on one of these forwarded emails.

usually i would delete them instead of scrolling to the end which demands that if you don't "send this to x number of people in x minutes your crush won't call you and marry you anymore."

i'm not that gullible. at least i hope i'm not.

SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Trustworthy, loyal and honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Thinking generous. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and travelling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Choosy especially in relationships. Loves wide things. Systematic.

cautious?
quiet?
organized?

i don't think so.

last time in drama class i was surrounded by these irritating girls who were trying to
be astrologists or something..

irritating girl #1: *talks some crap*
irritating girls #1,2,3,4 and 5: *laugh idiotically*
me: *stares and then rolls eyes*
irritating girl #2: HEY ANJALI!
me: hello, irritating girl #2.
irritating girl #3: fire.
me: what?
irritating girl #3: a fire element.
me: where?
irritating girl #4: you.
me: me?
irritating girl #1: yes. you seem to be a fire element. maybe a fire element air element cusp.
me: aren't cusps only for star signs?
*irritating girls look confused*
irritating girl #2: i bet you're an aries. you're an aries right? right? right?
me: *stares*
irritating girl #3: NO. she's a LEO. i bet you're a leo. you have to be a leo.
irritating girl #4: *mutters* i think she's an aquarius.
rest of the IGs: AQUARIUS IS A WATER ELEMENT!!! YOU'RE WRONG.
irritating girl #1: so what month were you born in?
me: oh. september.
all 4 IGs: SEPTEMBER??!!

this is the funny part.
all 4 of them gasped at the same time.
and they all yelled "september?!" at the same time.

then they gave me some theory how i was switched at birth.
of which i couldn't really bother to listen or comprehend since they weren't wasting brain cells over.

but they do have a point.
not many people believe that i'm a virgo.
most of them assume that i'm a leo/aries type.

leo. dorai's star sign.
*shudders*

and jean once said that she looked like me when she smiled.

YUCKS.

anyway, we had some jc/poly people coming over today.

poly person: how old are you? 25?
16.
18?
no 16.
16? oh wow! you're YOUNG!

ah well.

shan and i were dangling over the table ends at the foyer on monday in our work clothes. we were both smart enough to wear pants so that we can move whichever way we want.

then miranda walked past.
"young ladies don't perch on table tops like that."

then i yelled back..
"I AIN'T NO LADY..."

haha.
maybe my parents are right.
maybe i am *crude*.

was one of the six sec 4s to be crowned.

nina was queen.

haha. (rock on, nina!)

anyway mom found the tiara and sash in my room just now.
she thought i won prom queen.

her reaction was... interesting.

mom: *picks up tiara* where'd you steal this?
me: I DIDN'T STEAL IT. THE SCHOOL GAVE IT TO ME.
mom: oh yeah? why?
me: i won it.
mom: YOU DID?
me: eh?
mom:*bear hug* FINALLY! SOMEONE IN THE FAMILY FINALLY WON PROM QUEEN... WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?
me: i'm not the prom queen.
mom: *looks confused*
me: they'll do the crowning on prom day itself, mom.
mom: *stares.* then you must win.
me: *stares back* why?
mom: family tradition.
me: you didn't win.
mom: well you can start.
me: *shrugs* too bad. they don't judge prom queen on how well you look nowadays anyway.
mom: EXACTLY. that's why you have a chance!

hmph.

i am insulted.

now she's all in on my prom prep campaign.
which has it's good points since she'll pay for my dress, and my shoes and practically everything.

although i am pretending not to notice the fact that she's doing this simply because she wants me to become prom queen.

ah well.

i'll just continue acting blur.

random trivia (again).
my mom was runner up prom queen in 1968.
gee was class captain back in her sec school and was prom queen finalist both in her sec school and at her rjc prom.

negotiations in the narepuk family.

mom: do you know to use spreadsheet?
me: ...mmm?
mom: spreadsheet, you know? spreadsheet?
me: um. i know excel. why?
mom: can you do something for me?
me: what do you want?
mom: i need to compile a list for my work.
me: ah. and what do i get in return?
mom: what do you want?
me: $40. or a polaroid camera.
mom: you're actually CHARGING me?
me: yeah.
mom: *mutters* i don't have $40.
me: too bad.
mom: what else do you want?
me: get me out of etiquette class.
mom: *stares disapprovingly at the way i'm sitting* you need it.
me: hmph. then scramble an egg for me.

apparently sarcasm doesn't work in this family.
i had a scrambled egg sandwich for dinner.

ah well.

just came back from french class.

here's a bit of trivia for you guys.
what items of clothing do all the members of my family possess?

1. nike prestos.
2. 3 piece pantsuits.

which apparently get better with age.
my dad has 3.
2 are from armani.
my mom has 2.
both from anne klein.
gee has 4.
1's from marc jacobs.
2 are from dorothy perkins.
i don't know about the last one.
i have 2.
one was leeched from my mom. the other was from gee.
gee's one's from marks and spencers/next
the other's the velvet one from marks and spencers.

we're narepuks with style.

thinking of wearing the next one tommorow for work experience day.

the ones i wear to BNP Paribas in london so that they don't kick me out when they see me lazing around. my sister's roomate's ultimate plan of dressing me up in gee's clothes and to hang around gee so that everyone will think that i'm another economist in bonds.
after the holiday the suit became mine.

and i wear the same suit for family board meetings. which is kind of useless, since i only went for it once, and it kind of sucks, since
1. after i went in, they changed the rule to those above 18 can take part and voice opinions during meetings.
2. even if i go, i can't vote on issues.
3. all my stocks are from my dad. and they've all dissolved. (the company is on my mom's side of the family.)
4. the property i share with my sis isn't bonded by the company.

besides, i don't go through too well with them, since my main motive of actually attending meetings is because i can gain part of the company's shares for myself. apart from that, i can't be bothered with their business meetings.

and it's kind of common knowledge who to company will go to after my grandparents go off. and then after my uncle.

if they're placing it on age, making the eldest grandchild have the most share, then gee'll have the most followed by another cousin, then myself.

if they're placing ownership on who they deem suitable, i'm pretty sure that i'll be one of the last few.

anyway, back to the clothes.

1. i'm comfortable in it.
2. it's in black.
3. it's formal.

the problem is that it's *too* formal.

ah well.

2 weeks till we graduate.
1 week till prelim results get released.

my initial reaction...
jean says:
oh yea it is
anjali says:
WHAT?!
anjali says:
it IS?!
jean says:
yar wad. we're graduating soon
anjali says:
and you didn't tell me?
anjali says:
ARGH.
jean says:
i thot you knew?
anjali says:
NO WAY.
jean says:
roughly la
anjali says:
I AM STAYING HERE.
anjali says:
i don't want to leave crescent. for once i'm beginning to settle in.. and be comfortable...

crap.

why is everything happening so fast?

bang. time to take your tamil o levels.
bang. time to take your tamil o levels results.
bang. happy birthday babe, you're sixteen. you're grown up now.
bang. oh..you're prelims are here.
bang. oh prom is coming.
bang. oh your french o levels are coming.
bang. prelims results are out.
bang. you're leaving crescent.
bang. o levels are here proper.
bang. welcome to this crap jc life.
bang. o level results are out.
bang. a levels.
bang. time to enter university.
bang. time for you to start working.
bang. you're dead.

i can't believe that i have 2 weeks left in secondary school.
once i leave, the fun will be gone.
no more running down the corridor screaming our heads off.
no more running in the rain and getting a transparent blouse and not caring cause it's a girls' school anyway.
no more bullying teachers.
no more painted nails.
no more bending rules.
no more bending juniors.
in fact, no more juniors at all.

jc life is going to be shit.

i'll have no juniors to boss around, all the people i know are going to be new, and i'll have to share the classroom, and the whole school with boys.

and i'll actually have to study.

*shrieks*

prelims are over.

i'm suprised at how indifferent i feel.

maybe it's the weather.

maybe it's because of this irritating headache.

maybe it's the aftereffect of contacts.

maybe it's the new entry of meat into my system after half a year.

yep.

you read right.

back to becoming an omnivore today.

sick of people calling me a herbivore.

and anyway, come to think of it, what's the use anyway?

not like i'm some animal rights activist or anything.
i'll be the first one to shoot it if it tries to cuddle next to me.

school ended at 10.30am.
go home at 5.30pm.

7 hours in holland v.

man, we need a new hangout.

sylvia, i think your 'happiness chemicals' have some adverse side effect..
somehow now i feel even more depressed than ever.

although i have no reason why.

had kfc *again* for dinner.
come to think of it, *i* was the one who suggested it. *smacks head*

thinking of wearing my 3 piece as "work attire" on monday.
i usually wear it for family board meetings and to egg's workplace so that the security guard will let me in...
also the jacket helps to camouflage the afct that i won't be tucking in my shirt...

but i'm wondering if it's too formal.

ah well.

formal's good, right?

and daddio got "inspired" by this talk from this 29 year old yuppie who got some great job under him, and how he was saying that he went into njc and was the worst debator, and then he went for grooming classes and now is this great person.

so now my dad wants me to
1. go to njc.
2. be a "better debator"
3. go for grooming classes.

i can't be bothered with 1 cause i don't know exactly where i can go with prelims and if i could get into njc, i'd be lucky.
2, is a whole load of crap, since i hate debating and never had much interst in it after those 3 irritating instructors spoilt everything for me, and made me realise that it's just not worth it prepping your entire 4 years in sec school just to go for competitions and yell at each other and argue about something that you can't even change.
3 is the one that freaked me out. parents realize that the reason why they keep banging into my legs under the dinner table was because i stretch out my legs in a weird way, because, heck, i find it comfortable.

they're extremely paranoid that i end up as an anjadi or something. according to them, i'm extremely "crude, offensive and laid-back."

i think the worst was when i grabbed a water glass during a dinner party with my index and thumb from the top and just gulped the water down.

the hostess' daughter shrieked.

sheesh.

it's a dinner at a house. and it's only a water glass. it's not even a wine or flute glass for that mattter..

it's not like i'm supposed to meet the queen or something.

but anyway, i made a deal (which unfortunately failed) with my dad.
i don't have to go for grooming classes if i get a job.

his terms were that i
a) do proper schoolwork.
b) tidy up my room.

and if i do, he'll arrange an internship for me at derrol stephenny promotions so that i can learn etiquette from my colleagues.

hmph.

i was thinking of something much more laid back.
like waitressing at 211.

last time it was the internship at nus.
wasted one week of my life at the op theatre watching naked unconscious people being cut up and sewed back together, and waving injections in the air scaring people and hanging out with the doctors and surgeons there and getting lifts in their convertibles on the ride home.
few short of $80 a week for 2 weeks if i'm not wrong.

and i spend all of it on *one* acting class.

this time i have a new goal.

the new polaroid camera i spotted at the village.
$39.00.

i *have* to have it.

we text as we eat
as we listen to the freaks
as we wait for the right of way.

we text as we talk
we're running as we walk
we're several little souls away.

we smoke as we choke
as we sink another coke
and we grin when it blows on mine.

we skate as we date
as we slowly suffocate
we're running out of time.

we spend as we mend
and we're happy to pretend
that everything's gonna be OK.

we shake as we break
never giving until we take
and we hate when we have to pay.

we flirt while we work
to forget about the hurt
and the trash that we left behind.

we sink as we swim
the ice is wearing thin
we're running out of time.

my life got cold.

it happened many years ago
when summer slipped away.

so chill now,
we've got many years to go
so take it day by day.

and long ago
i lost my soul
to some forgotten dream.

how was i supposed to know
it wasn't what it seemed?

and even though the last hello
has left me on the floor

i don't believe in romeos or heroes anymore.

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