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Friday, December 03, 2004
10:35 PM

Woot. This handwriting analysis thing is really accurate.
[bolded are the really accurate ones]

For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Elizabeth has no white space or margins on a typical sheet of paper. Elizabeth fills up every last inch on the top, right, left, and bottom. Hmmm. If this is true, then Elizabeth has a very aggressive personality toward others and quite frankly lacks a bit of respect for the space and property of other people. I would be surprised if Elizabeth just comes into someone's home and helps herself to a drink in the refrigerator. This can be both an obnoxious personality trait and it can be assertive and effective in getting what you want. There isn't much fear of getting in trouble here, Elizabeth finds plenty of reasons to break the rules and get in trouble. (Okay, perhaps when she was younger, not anymore?) Basically, people with no margins are a handful.

Elizabeth is selective when picking friends. She does not trust everyone. She has a select group of people that are truly close to her, usually two or three. She is careful when choosing her inner circle of friends.

Elizabeth has a need to be physically aggressive. She has this need resulting from some unfulfilled physical drive. This drive could be fulfilled by a very physical sport or a very aggressive sex life.

Elizabeth has a temper. She uses this as a defense mechanism when she doesn't understand how to handle a situation. Temper is a hostile trait used to protect the ego. Temper can be a negative personality trait in the eyes of those around her.

Elizabeth will take action on her thoughts. She is positive that her views are correct for her. She has the ability to seem as if she is positively correct when answering a question, even if she does not have the slightest idea of the answer. Elizabeth displays a self-confidence that makes everyone else sure she is correct. She is positive of her own views, but not necessarily stubborn.

Elizabeth basically feels good about herself. She has a positive self-esteem which contributes to her success. She feels she has the ability to achieve anything she sets her mind to. However, she sets her goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". She has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, she will not take great risks, as they relate to her goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, her self-perception is better than average.

Because Elizabeth has sharp needle pointed 'm' and 'n' humps, she has a very sharp mind. She instantly sizes up situations, making instant decisions. She thinks and evaluates circumstances very rapidly. Many people with this type of mind are geniuses, thus she may be seen as highly intelligent. Elizabeth is often irritated by slow talkers or slow thinkers. If she drives, she gets irritated by slow drivers in the fast lane. She quickly becomes bored when being taught on the level of the slowest student in class. She may be on problem number three when the rest of the class is on problem one. Elizabeth is curious and very active. In fact, in school she might have been a trouble maker because she thought so much faster than the other kids, she finished her work first, thus having plenty of time on her hands to make trouble!

Diplomacy is one of Elizabeth's best attributes. She has the ability to say what others want to hear. She can have tact with others. She has the ability to state things in such a way as to not offend someone else. Elizabeth can disagree without being disagreeable.

Elizabeth is not facing something going on in her life today. She is deceiving herself about it. Often, Elizabeth's opinion of herself is different than those around her. This trait gives Elizabeth the ability to deny anything that does not agree with her "truth." This trait is not always something negative. It is only a defense mechanism allowing Elizabeth not to face some reality in her life at this time.

Elizabeth will demand respect and will expect others to treat her with honor and dignity. Elizabeth believes in her ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. She has a lot of pride.

Elizabeth is moderately outgoing. Her emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, she can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. She has the ability to put herself into the other person's shoes. Elizabeth will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes she will be happy, the next day she might be sad. She has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because she is in between. Psychology calls Elizabeth an ambivert. She understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, she will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." She doesn't sway too far one way or the other.

When convincing her to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a greatdeal to her. She puts herself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet she will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Elizabeth is an expressive person. She outwardly shows her emotions. She may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story. Elizabeth is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. She weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when she finally has to. She basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.

People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Elizabeth doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others.

According to the inputted data, Elizabeth has a stinger shape inside the oval of her a, d, or c. This might be hard to visualize, but if this little hooklike shape is present, then Elizabeth has an unresolved "issue" with strong members of the opposite gender. An occasional appearance of this stroke could indicate a simple "loves a mental challenge" which can manifest in playful linguistic conversations and being attracted to a lover who isn't always available. However, if the stroke is severe, this means the individual has unresolved anger at the oppostive gender - which usually started with the person's childhood relationship with the opposite gender parent (Mom or Dad). If the writer is a woman she will be attracted to strong challenging men. If the writer is a man, he will find the woman who is "hard to get" the most attractive. In a nutshell, people with stingers in their writing tend to have challenges in their romantic relationships.

Taken from here.

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2:44 AM

Oh, by the way, did I mention that I voted for Taufik?

*feels traitorous towards Sly*

I mean.. I did vote for Sly every week all the way to the finals, after all. Except for one week, can't remember which, when his singing was so horrible his puppy-dog charms of endearment failed to worm its way into my heart.

Olinda deserves to win.

But Taufik deserves it more than Sly. Vocal-wise, Taufik is definitely stronger. But I'm sure we'd be seeing more of Sly. And hopefully, more of Oli.

*grins sleepily* I feel... gooooooooooooooood. LotR fanfiction is doing wonders. Non-slash/yaoi, if you're wondering. Haven't touched a yaoi fic for a good while. [Hey its a good sign alright?]

And I'm selling some stuff, jrock mags, yaoi mangas, a couple o' ps2 games. Unless you're interested in mostly, the first two genres stated, I don't suggest you even think about clicking here.

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Thursday, December 02, 2004
1:59 PM

*grins*

Alrighteh, time to blog about the Malacca trip.

Firstly, I had to wake up at an absolutely ungodly hour to toddle my way to school, and then we had to take this super long bus ride pass the Causeway amidst a horrible morning jam that left us two hours behind schedule.

And if that wasn't bad enough, the first waft of unrefined palm oil hit my sensitive little nosie wosie the minute I got off the coach. After a completely irrelevant talk in a pish-posh looking meeting room, we (HORRORS) had to go on a tour of the slipperly, oil, ABSOLUTELY PUNGENT factory.

There is absolutely no word horrific enough to describe the smell. Even carbon monoxide would have been a welcomed relief from the horrors of palm oil. Hell, I'd rather smell the camels at the Singapore Zoo than palm oil. At least, with camel poo, taking in a deep breath would probably render me gagging for but five minutes.

With the palm oil, taking a deep breath would have resulted in me retching all over the oil slicked surface of the horrendous factory. It was literally one of those 'OMGI'MGONNADIEI'MGONNADIESAVEMET__T' moments (of which I do not encounter very often, if at all).

My face must have gone at least 3 shades paler than its usual hue. And when attempting to scale surfaces of little friction, a note of advice.

DO NOT BUY NEW BALANCE SHOES! =x

Wan Yun who was unfortunate enough to be wearing a pair, spent half the whole time sliding across the factory, precariously swaying about unneccessarily as she attempted to avoid being turned to mush (and turning the rest of us to mush in the process) especially when embarking on the perilous journey down the frictionless staircases.

After that nightmarish, absolutely ghastly, perfectly puke-inducing experience, the Good People of the palm oil factory sent us off with food (how dare they even try to feed us!) and a miserable palm nut keychain, which now lurks in the deepest depths of my bag awaiting to resurface and plague my nostrils once more.

Then, an EVEN LONGER drive to Malacca, dropping by Yong Peng on the way. There, I must commend the school for feeding us an overly satisfying lunch at a Chinese restaurant which provided us with SEVEN dishes and soup in addition to rice.

All the way to Malacca, the tour guide spluttered happily into the mike while us (dis)interested students engaged in supposedly productive activities to will the long hours away. In fact, my nose was so glued to the pages of my partially-but-could-have-been-more-enticing book that as I blog this, I have no idea where we went, where we were, and what we were doing. =x

We stopped by some touristy area which was basically just rows and rows of cheat-my-money tourist shops. Mr K Ang, being nice and generous and all, treated Sher, WY and myself to chicken rice balls, which was a pretty tacky idea but still left much to be desired.

Moving on, I -think- we ended up at some unimpressive church, followed by looking at some ruins of A Famosa, the Stadhuys and St. Paul's Church, which was.. the only memorable part of it because lizzy *hearts* ruins.

There was an equally unimpressive open grave there which was a chained, metal covered hole which showed earth and lots of coins. ^_^?

Following which I think we ended up at a Chinese temple which reeked of incense and we visited some equally insignificant well that was walled up because people kept poisoning it. More metal coverings, more money in the water. o_O

THEN. dum dum dum. THEN... *thinks*

Oh yeah we stopped by some OTHER tourist-intended shop to buy Malaysian goodies like muruku, cuttlefish, danhua cake and blah.

And then dinner. At yet another Chinese restaurant with seven dishes, soup and coconut for dessert. Not that I'm overly fond of coconut, didn't touch it.

And point to note, Wan Yun is a soup machine. She drank three bowls of soup at lunch and dinner respectively.

Then after dinner it was the (relatively) uneventful (but still equally noisy) trip back to Singapore, in which our teachers tried to pacify our post-dinner activities by turning on this really crappy movie - Anaconda (the black orchid one, I think). And they switched off the lights in the bus so I couldn't read. T__T

BUT!

Thank God for people like Ang Si Min, who brough this really kooky attachment little lamp thing that I could clip onto my book and read in the dark (and annoy a sleeping Wan Yun as well as she happily dozed throughout every bus ride).

So yes, back to Singapore, finished Anaconda, played New Police Story, one of which I would have watched given the proper settings but the confines of a bus, interruptions at Custom and incompletion upon returning to school 2 hours late (11pm) deterred me from enjoying it.

And. That is that. An end to a completely enjoyable day, only to be ruined upon my return to home. In fact, my unhappiness started the minute I entered my mother's car. *scowls*

But the trip was fun, and classmates and I (some of us) have decided that we shall attempt to make plans to go to Gold Coast after the O' levels to chill out, crash the theme parks and go crazeh. *sees horrified looks on teachers' faces* 'I told you to keep 3/6 chained to the wall! Now look what you've done!'

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Wednesday, December 01, 2004
2:17 AM

There's something off about being single that I've never really liked, especially when the people who surround me on a daily basis appear to be happily seduced into relationships.

And I have known myself to look upon these couples with a tinge of envy as the pair proudly brand each other with silly endearments, matching trinkets and physical affections, both off in fascinating lands of their own without a care in the world - and little thought for the consequences of any scenario to come that they would probably live to regret.

And most of the time, my envy stems not from the fact that the involved parties have a significant other to be fond of and be fawned over, but by the careless nature by which the pair approaches the relationship.

There are some things I have never understood, have yet to understand, and God forbid - be a future participant of.

What triggers my envy when I look upon the indifferent union of the people around me? (By saying this, I am implying members of the same age-group.) I am not saying I that all relationships forged at my age do not fall through, but a majority of which don't. And I continue to marvel at the fact that people can actually get into a relationship with someone they are not well and truly interested in, call it a fling and break up without feeling a twinge of regret, sorrow or remorse.

How can one so casually get together with another person without thinking of all the turmoil that is likely to rest ahead?

When one is approached by another to forge a relationship, what is the first thing that runs through ones mind?

Hugs, kisses, endearments, care, concern, reliance... love? The comfort that someone actually believes in your existence? Trust.. hope, belief.. I don't know. What does run through one's mind when one thinks of relationships?

This is partially alien to me, because on a regular basis, what first enters my mind would be 'Its not going to work'. This is usually followed by a string of undesirable scenarios. Miscommunication, lack of trust, hurt, over-reliance, fear of betrayal... the list goes on.

And this is how the envy fits in, along with wonder and amazement. Do they not think of how long the relationship is likely to last? How much they are willing to sacrifice to be in the relationship? How much they really KNOW about the person?

How long does it take one to deduce that perhaps the relationship isn't as fairy-tale as its made out to be?

Hmm.. I'm starting to lose myself here.

But the main gist of my rant is that I can't do it.

I can't bring myself to commit to relationships. Full-stop.

Without the assurance that the relationship could actually be stable, beneficial for both and built with enough foundation to ensure that it could last through turbulent times, I cannot bring myself to step into the boat. For who goes out in a sinking vessel amidst a raging storm?

And that is why I don't do flings, can't bring myself to do it. And for that matter, over the past 2 years, can't bring myself to commit to anyone other than God.

He's the only constant, stable presence in my life.

Many a times I envision myself together with a person I fancy. And there is that longing. There always is. The want, the 'need' to feel accepted, wanted, loved.

But if the sinking feeling I get in my gut with each and every encounter is a sign of my cold feet, then I'd think I better listen to the Holy Spirit. It knows best, whats good for me and what isn't.

Hmm.

This will be rather abrupt, but I'm going off to bed. I took half an hour to type out that crap, it is now 2.49AM.. I should be off.

Thanks for reading, if you did.

Good day.

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 The Saturnyne said

Hey, dear Lizzy. Your prefectly ok to be thinking these things at your age. And why should you settle for any old relationship just because others are (possibly) doing.

It's all about standards. Yer young. Enjoy the moment and be a little selfish.

lotsa love
S.x

PS. And feel free to ignore my advice. It's often rubbish. =}

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