Why do people like to make fun of each other? Why are some people so ridiculous? Why are humans so funny? Why do some people like to joke about others? How do they feel if people pay them back one by one?
I have no mood for those tricks. Work, itself, is enough. Furthermore, my house is in deep shreds now.
Goodbye.
I think this is quite true. Mmm.. i chose AY - my Enneagram type is EIGHT.
"I must be strong"
Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.
How to Get Along with Me
- Stand up for yourself... and me.
- Be confident, strong, and direct.
- Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.
- Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.
- Give me space to be alone.
- Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.
- I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.
- When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.
What I Like About Being a Eight
- Being independent and self-reliant
- Being able to take charge and meet challenges head on
- Being courageous, straightforward, and honest
- Getting all the enjoyment I can out of life
- Supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me
- Upholding just causes
What's Hard About Being a Eight
- Overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to
- Being restless and impatient with others' incompetence
- Sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it
- Never forgetting injuries or injustices
- Putting too much pressure on myself
- Getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right
Eights as Children Often
- Are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit
- Are sometimes loners
- Seize control so they won't be controlled
- Figure out others' weaknesses
- Attack verbally or physically when provoked
- Take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings
Eights as Parents
- Are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted
- Are sometimes overprotective
- Can be demanding, controlling, and rigid
Sometimes, never take a test which cannot be taken lightly, too lightly. Nevertheless, it suits me all rounded. Quiet convincing, though. What about you? ( :
"I must be strong"
Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.
How to Get Along with Me
- Stand up for yourself... and me.
- Be confident, strong, and direct.
- Don't gossip about me or betray my trust.
- Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.
- Give me space to be alone.
- Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don't flatter me.
- I often speak in an assertive way. Don't automatically assume it's a personal attack.
- When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that's just the way I am.
What I Like About Being a Eight
- Being independent and self-reliant
- Being able to take charge and meet challenges head on
- Being courageous, straightforward, and honest
- Getting all the enjoyment I can out of life
- Supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me
- Upholding just causes
What's Hard About Being a Eight
- Overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don't intend to
- Being restless and impatient with others' incompetence
- Sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it
- Never forgetting injuries or injustices
- Putting too much pressure on myself
- Getting high blood pressure when people don't obey the rules or when things don't go right
Eights as Children Often
- Are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit
- Are sometimes loners
- Seize control so they won't be controlled
- Figure out others' weaknesses
- Attack verbally or physically when provoked
- Take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings
Eights as Parents
- Are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted
- Are sometimes overprotective
- Can be demanding, controlling, and rigid
Sometimes, never take a test which cannot be taken lightly, too lightly. Nevertheless, it suits me all rounded. Quiet convincing, though. What about you? ( :
I guess the only way out for me now, is to work and work and work. And.. i'm still working. Oh yea. Sometimes, it's really better to stay clear of certain things and people. Mm.. i'm not used to my old self, anymore. It gets on my nerves to hear those sighs all over and over again. Oh man. Life can be a chore given in my shoes. Oh oh oh. The best cure is to start life anew and get rid of all the non-existance fairy tales anbd wanna-be bombarding ties. Let's get started with this newly designed, pony-alike and rising reins of style. 3 claps to thee. 4 foot to them. 5 slaps to escape.
It's really sickening to find those whom you think you care to don't give a simple freakign damn about you. It's also tiring to see those things that you often dream, hope, desire that they will never ever come true, to be fulfilled right in front of your eyes. Often, life is misleading. Words and promises are chunks of lies and they come in the form of - packs. Mmm.. Mmm.. Mmm.. How tragic can life ever be? How wonderful can happiness be defined as? How sweet would I be after landing in hot soup? It's foolish to think of ending your beautiful life, indeed. But, it pays thrice or even more to live on and enjoy the thorns and cuts endorsed by this forking dull-picked-up span. It costs a lifetime. It makes a difference. It knows how to curb and disappear.
I have done my sums for my savings. It's really important for me to know when is the right time and hour and space and venue and place. And.. this sets me thinking how are my results and how the rest of the people are doing right now. That day, Jo had managed to hit on most of my nails. Should I say that only smart people know how to do that? Oh oh oh.. say, I hasn't been treated as a fool by them. My tone hasn't been right after all these while. My attitude seriously needs ammendments with tons and lots of what-the-so-called things are.I merely wanted to explain but I was questioned till speechless. But nah, it's ok. At least, now I know what's wrong with the most perfect me. I have lost my rights and flaws. It's impossible for one to stay high uo all the time. A Queen can fail herself, too. Now that all has been turned over, I needa try all means to win my status back. So.. am I on the right path to say this now? Whatever, I just want a wakening splash of paint from head to toe. I seem to lose myself, forever. I can't simply recognised the circumstances, now. I'm just not yet game over, though I'm falling deeper and further and sinking till the unreachable end. My energy are almost gone. I can't see or breathe.
I have to admit that I'm luckier. At least, I have a few bunch of tiny pin pin here and there. The way I am and the personality-cum-characteristics are fully condemned. I have an identity to them. They know that this is me. Oh yea.. yet, I don't think I can trust anyone even myself. All along, I think I'm the almighty daughter of the Lord. I'm infalliable. I'm the ultimate trend-setting-starter. Everybody likes to move and adapt to the manner I'm in. I'm shameless and fully aware of. Nevertheless, I can't seem to put a fullstop to this neverending era. I'm control myself and give a few pats on my back. I try to be nice and I really think I'm a nice girl, lady or person. But, I think nobody gives a damn. I've failed in enrolling myself as a good sister. No matter what I do, I'm always wrong and grouped under that irritating-brat-grumbly-shit to them. I have really wnated to share my sincere love and extend my true self to them. But, they rejected me. They said that they hated me. But, why? At least, give me a brief reason why. I really wanna be a better sister, that's all and I didn't ask for more. But, I'm yet denied of this opportunity. I hate maple production. They corrupted youths' minds and broke down their thinkings into a sytematic programming brook. I swear under my RRR name. I had enough, hadn't I? I had been thrown into the dungeon, again. Just because I'm their sister, I'm obligned to do everything for them? I wanna give out the longest, faster, smelliest, funckiest big big fark to them to them to them. I wanna get away from the pretendence of horrors. I'm scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scaredand scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared..
Rainy seasons are meant to dictate my hearfelt beats. I only look forward to the next outing with the rest. It's time for me to pick up myself from the drains of sorrows. I had to be strong. Money and studies and friends, and 'family', are far more more more important.
"Boy.. all the best. Those 2 years of happy memories can be enough to erase my 5 years of pains and hurt. But, you destroyed them. Nevertheless, I had greater dreams to send me off. You have a girl, but I have boys. Some things are meant to be fated, but never mean to be. You gave me hope and distinguish them in a flame of mist. I hate and thank you for them. I believe there will be another person who will sing, write me poems, draw and tender me with everlasting, loving care. You are the first and last to do that. But, my new chapter commerces from now on. You've lost me, boy. I've won myself, on the other hand.."
It's really sickening to find those whom you think you care to don't give a simple freakign damn about you. It's also tiring to see those things that you often dream, hope, desire that they will never ever come true, to be fulfilled right in front of your eyes. Often, life is misleading. Words and promises are chunks of lies and they come in the form of - packs. Mmm.. Mmm.. Mmm.. How tragic can life ever be? How wonderful can happiness be defined as? How sweet would I be after landing in hot soup? It's foolish to think of ending your beautiful life, indeed. But, it pays thrice or even more to live on and enjoy the thorns and cuts endorsed by this forking dull-picked-up span. It costs a lifetime. It makes a difference. It knows how to curb and disappear.
I have done my sums for my savings. It's really important for me to know when is the right time and hour and space and venue and place. And.. this sets me thinking how are my results and how the rest of the people are doing right now. That day, Jo had managed to hit on most of my nails. Should I say that only smart people know how to do that? Oh oh oh.. say, I hasn't been treated as a fool by them. My tone hasn't been right after all these while. My attitude seriously needs ammendments with tons and lots of what-the-so-called things are.I merely wanted to explain but I was questioned till speechless. But nah, it's ok. At least, now I know what's wrong with the most perfect me. I have lost my rights and flaws. It's impossible for one to stay high uo all the time. A Queen can fail herself, too. Now that all has been turned over, I needa try all means to win my status back. So.. am I on the right path to say this now? Whatever, I just want a wakening splash of paint from head to toe. I seem to lose myself, forever. I can't simply recognised the circumstances, now. I'm just not yet game over, though I'm falling deeper and further and sinking till the unreachable end. My energy are almost gone. I can't see or breathe.
I have to admit that I'm luckier. At least, I have a few bunch of tiny pin pin here and there. The way I am and the personality-cum-characteristics are fully condemned. I have an identity to them. They know that this is me. Oh yea.. yet, I don't think I can trust anyone even myself. All along, I think I'm the almighty daughter of the Lord. I'm infalliable. I'm the ultimate trend-setting-starter. Everybody likes to move and adapt to the manner I'm in. I'm shameless and fully aware of. Nevertheless, I can't seem to put a fullstop to this neverending era. I'm control myself and give a few pats on my back. I try to be nice and I really think I'm a nice girl, lady or person. But, I think nobody gives a damn. I've failed in enrolling myself as a good sister. No matter what I do, I'm always wrong and grouped under that irritating-brat-grumbly-shit to them. I have really wnated to share my sincere love and extend my true self to them. But, they rejected me. They said that they hated me. But, why? At least, give me a brief reason why. I really wanna be a better sister, that's all and I didn't ask for more. But, I'm yet denied of this opportunity. I hate maple production. They corrupted youths' minds and broke down their thinkings into a sytematic programming brook. I swear under my RRR name. I had enough, hadn't I? I had been thrown into the dungeon, again. Just because I'm their sister, I'm obligned to do everything for them? I wanna give out the longest, faster, smelliest, funckiest big big fark to them to them to them. I wanna get away from the pretendence of horrors. I'm scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scaredand scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared and scared..
Rainy seasons are meant to dictate my hearfelt beats. I only look forward to the next outing with the rest. It's time for me to pick up myself from the drains of sorrows. I had to be strong. Money and studies and friends, and 'family', are far more more more important.
"Boy.. all the best. Those 2 years of happy memories can be enough to erase my 5 years of pains and hurt. But, you destroyed them. Nevertheless, I had greater dreams to send me off. You have a girl, but I have boys. Some things are meant to be fated, but never mean to be. You gave me hope and distinguish them in a flame of mist. I hate and thank you for them. I believe there will be another person who will sing, write me poems, draw and tender me with everlasting, loving care. You are the first and last to do that. But, my new chapter commerces from now on. You've lost me, boy. I've won myself, on the other hand.."
He will never feel what I do. He will never know how I feel. Out of sudden, I felt like slapping myself. After all, I have had been such a fool.
For a very long time, indeed..
But, tears will never ever stop. 'Together Forever' is not meant for everybody. If you have had lost that opportunity in life, you will never get it back. Never. Never. Never.
I will no longer believe in you.
For a very long time, indeed..
But, tears will never ever stop. 'Together Forever' is not meant for everybody. If you have had lost that opportunity in life, you will never get it back. Never. Never. Never.
I will no longer believe in you.
Oh well. I just scanned through the minutes of meeting on 4 December. Somehow, it gave me some ideas to say certain issues, too. Mm.. Mm.. Mm..
Comments are always acceptable. They can help oragnisers to improvise on their events. They are the ultimate keys to improvements. Hence, why not? ( :
But, on the other hand. comments also set me thinking. It's a norm to have people saying the whole run of camp, for example, was in a mess. Others include disorganised camp crew, without smooth flow of programme, wastages of time, lousy food, boring sessions, lame common games like wacko and rag and bone, etc.. It's perfectly alright.
BUT.. Would they have said that if they were the ones running the whole camp or event? How would they feel when only 34 people turned up if more than 50 plus people signed up, initially? Do they know that even if the camp was not a good one, there are also lots of administrative work to be done? Why are students just so cca-orientated? Actually, all I wanted to say is WHAT DO THEY ACTUALLY KNOW?
Haha. I'm not angry. I'm just having sore-ears with the comments that I hear, and, sore-eyes with the comments I see. Lol. To me, I don't give a damn. Cos.. As long as there are events running continuously throughout the semester, it will just be - ok. I just don't want to see pauses here and there. Even if the events are small-scaled, I don't mind. I'm not ambitious like those previous and current 'aspiring' bunch of CCA mates. I just want simple green events going on. Unlike others, I never yearn and desire to win and score for the Green Bayer award. Or any other Young Environmentalist-cum-Envoy. Nope..
I just want to experience the nature.
I prefer the quietness and limpness of the silence. However so, I guess maybe that's impossible right now, already. The objectives are long expired, ages back. Everything's not the same anymore. Oh well. Oh man. Oh whatever. Life is tiring if we have too many commitments. What we need is passion and love for the things that we like and want to do. That's more important. To me, I have yet found the right answer, now.
I'm trying hard, though.
In conclusion: Comments do matter. But, if you think and feel that they don't, then don't give a damn. Yea.. That's the way man. Woohoo!!! Life should be relaxing and happy. Don't bother too much for the everlasting routes. Know your stand, and, you shall be firm in life.
Cheers. ( : ( : ( :
Comments are always acceptable. They can help oragnisers to improvise on their events. They are the ultimate keys to improvements. Hence, why not? ( :
But, on the other hand. comments also set me thinking. It's a norm to have people saying the whole run of camp, for example, was in a mess. Others include disorganised camp crew, without smooth flow of programme, wastages of time, lousy food, boring sessions, lame common games like wacko and rag and bone, etc.. It's perfectly alright.
BUT.. Would they have said that if they were the ones running the whole camp or event? How would they feel when only 34 people turned up if more than 50 plus people signed up, initially? Do they know that even if the camp was not a good one, there are also lots of administrative work to be done? Why are students just so cca-orientated? Actually, all I wanted to say is WHAT DO THEY ACTUALLY KNOW?
Haha. I'm not angry. I'm just having sore-ears with the comments that I hear, and, sore-eyes with the comments I see. Lol. To me, I don't give a damn. Cos.. As long as there are events running continuously throughout the semester, it will just be - ok. I just don't want to see pauses here and there. Even if the events are small-scaled, I don't mind. I'm not ambitious like those previous and current 'aspiring' bunch of CCA mates. I just want simple green events going on. Unlike others, I never yearn and desire to win and score for the Green Bayer award. Or any other Young Environmentalist-cum-Envoy. Nope..
I just want to experience the nature.
I prefer the quietness and limpness of the silence. However so, I guess maybe that's impossible right now, already. The objectives are long expired, ages back. Everything's not the same anymore. Oh well. Oh man. Oh whatever. Life is tiring if we have too many commitments. What we need is passion and love for the things that we like and want to do. That's more important. To me, I have yet found the right answer, now.
I'm trying hard, though.
In conclusion: Comments do matter. But, if you think and feel that they don't, then don't give a damn. Yea.. That's the way man. Woohoo!!! Life should be relaxing and happy. Don't bother too much for the everlasting routes. Know your stand, and, you shall be firm in life.
Cheers. ( : ( : ( :
Just as I was feeling down..
First, my boss, Han Sheng, sent me this from China. Currently, he's over there doing attachment. I'm glad I joined ERS and to get to know this lame president of the club. LOL. He's a nice buddy to cherish. ( :
Having a sumptuous dinner with Florence is also a blessing. It has always been nice to meet up and talk cock with her. Sometimes, I do have the impression and feeling that she is my long lost sister. Since young, I have always wanted a sister, be it older or younger. Mm.. I hope that everything will be ok. Florence, jia you!!! AND.. I wonder what's up with Joannie? I never see her for so so long, too. Anyway, she missed my camp. She never turn up on Saturday. Maybe she's busy studying ba. All the best. ( :
Something like miracles happened. Actually, friends do mm.. play an important role in our daily lives. There are ups and downs for everybody. But, we definitely need 'moral' support from others. I didn't know that I was quite fortunate, indeed.
First, my boss, Han Sheng, sent me this from China. Currently, he's over there doing attachment. I'm glad I joined ERS and to get to know this lame president of the club. LOL. He's a nice buddy to cherish. ( :
Next, I finally met up with Mr Gerry. It has been ages I guess since the last time I ever saw him. He's still like before, and, he's done with A levels. NS is the next stage for him, bah. Bleahx.. Anyway, he went to Australia. And, he got me this!!! Though it's not a tweety bird, but it's still cute and adorable. Yippy!!! Hurray. P.s. he even ask me to keep the carrier from Australia. Hehs. Eh.. -.0
Having a sumptuous dinner with Florence is also a blessing. It has always been nice to meet up and talk cock with her. Sometimes, I do have the impression and feeling that she is my long lost sister. Since young, I have always wanted a sister, be it older or younger. Mm.. I hope that everything will be ok. Florence, jia you!!! AND.. I wonder what's up with Joannie? I never see her for so so long, too. Anyway, she missed my camp. She never turn up on Saturday. Maybe she's busy studying ba. All the best. ( :
Yesterday have had been a great day. It was really fun playing badminton. I enjoyed myself with Linda, Fu Xian, Fu Xian's 'girlfriend' and Nurul. Mm.. Haha! I really missed Linda and Fu Xian, especially. Now, we don't get to lunch and see each other on every Thursday. It's like so-sad. Before they left, I gave them some of the grasshoppers. **Linda, if you are reading this, then good for you. I sincerely know that your mama will recover. Have faith. Jia you!!! Afte exams, I will go pay her a visit. Take care. ( :
NP Eco camp has been a fast event. Somehow, many people didn't turn up I suppose. They said they got makeup lectures, red camp, school events, work, study for common tests, etc. Some EVEN said that they forgot. Oh well.. I'm just happy that everything's over. I like the BEGV guys, just like Thomas & the gang. They influenced the camp's atmosphere and morale. 3 claps for them!!! It was tiring to find the 2 stopwatches Han Jie they all 'misplaced'. In the end, luckily, it was recovered. Phew.. I didn't turn up for monday's meeting. Oh no. But, I really got something on. Haha. ERS is still surviving. Time to go back to training with the Ninjado clicks. I really miss them badly ba. Oh man.. Anyway, this is the only picture I guess which is the best. I didn't take with any other people, except Xu Ping. Oh ya!!! My scandal BROKE. Hui Min, I never blame you la. I blame Huang Han Jie and Jia Sheng from BEGV. ( :
LAST but NOT least, I guess that's enough for the day. I'm tired. Later I need to study. So.. Ciao.
Till then. ( :
I actually don't tell lies, but the truth.
Somehow.. I'm aloof, as described by people. Often, people assume and took it that I'm the sort of person whom they think I'm. Days are cruel, now. I have to face many, different stressful things. But.. It's common, and, normal. At least, I suppose so.
Every family has its own set of problems. The same applies here. Everybody has their own set of problems, too. There is nothing much we can do, except to share some concerns and shoulders for the sad to lean on. That's all, I guess..
These days, time passes even faster than I thought. All things took place in the blink of an eye. The exhibtion booths are over. The laboratories are ending soon. The e-learnings have ceased their existances long ago. The Little Guilin external trip was ages back. Now that the camp has just been over, I felt scared.
Cos.. Exams are approaching. This time round, it's really, deeply, greatly, extremely unfair. There are 5 core module papers. I hate situations like this. In addition to the club's admin stuffs, I can barely breathe. I need to rush our reports, submit money claims, request the CCA records forms, marketing for upcoming events and take note of the registered personnel for the simple green trek. If I don't meet the target by the dateline, I tell you, I surely have to face a big, big music. Life is so tragic to me.
I miss them. But, I hate the other 'them'. I'm just as weak as ever. I'm drinking sleepless nights to make myself more engrossed. I ain't really but do I have a choice? With my fingers crossing daily, right now, I sincerely hope that everybody will be happy and being given a chance. I pity the sharks' fate. But.. Is there anymore I can do?
I reckon this.
I know the world's still fair in some days. The good will triumph over the bad, someday, somehow. Let's just all work hard and play like a wild boar.
Thansk for everything. Goodbye.
Somehow.. I'm aloof, as described by people. Often, people assume and took it that I'm the sort of person whom they think I'm. Days are cruel, now. I have to face many, different stressful things. But.. It's common, and, normal. At least, I suppose so.
Every family has its own set of problems. The same applies here. Everybody has their own set of problems, too. There is nothing much we can do, except to share some concerns and shoulders for the sad to lean on. That's all, I guess..
These days, time passes even faster than I thought. All things took place in the blink of an eye. The exhibtion booths are over. The laboratories are ending soon. The e-learnings have ceased their existances long ago. The Little Guilin external trip was ages back. Now that the camp has just been over, I felt scared.
Cos.. Exams are approaching. This time round, it's really, deeply, greatly, extremely unfair. There are 5 core module papers. I hate situations like this. In addition to the club's admin stuffs, I can barely breathe. I need to rush our reports, submit money claims, request the CCA records forms, marketing for upcoming events and take note of the registered personnel for the simple green trek. If I don't meet the target by the dateline, I tell you, I surely have to face a big, big music. Life is so tragic to me.
I miss them. But, I hate the other 'them'. I'm just as weak as ever. I'm drinking sleepless nights to make myself more engrossed. I ain't really but do I have a choice? With my fingers crossing daily, right now, I sincerely hope that everybody will be happy and being given a chance. I pity the sharks' fate. But.. Is there anymore I can do?
I reckon this.
I know the world's still fair in some days. The good will triumph over the bad, someday, somehow. Let's just all work hard and play like a wild boar.
Thansk for everything. Goodbye.
