since we hear what we want to

Just yesterday I regained interest in the Myers-Briggs test – few personality tests leave any lasting impression whatsoever on me but I got an INFP and the analyses are shockingly accurate (won’t bore you with lengthy text dumps here but you can check it out yourself; Wikipedia is your friend – suffice it to say that I was really impressed and slobbery tears cascaded down my cheek as I hugged the nearest curtain, etc etc).

Take the test, you normally need dollops of cash but there’s a cheap online alternative here. Leave a comment (doesn’t matter if it’s on my blog or Facebook) on this stating what you got, I’d love to know and see if it corresponds to my perception of you, if it doesn’t I’ll scold you and ask you to be true to yourself

pudge

Am I allowed to say I feel almost relieved that stuff are being cancelled left right center? I’m having some me-time and it is good – swam for the first time in ages yesterday, for an hour, I’m still hopeless and unsporty and constantly breathless, but I felt much much better, and I pushed myself and improved my stroke and was hot and flushed and radiating heat and feeling radiant.

- and then this Indian boy with a potbelly waddled tentatively to the edge of the pool, poised to join his father who was then resting at a side of the pool. “That’s right, boy,” I thought smugly. “You need the exercise,” instantly erasing all karma I had chalked up over the past hour.

Qu

‘Cause love’s such an old fashioned
Word and love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our way of
Caring about ourselves
This is our last dance
This is our last dance
This is ourselves
Under pressure
Under pressure
Pressure

maundy maundy

It’s finally school again, then – I would feel worse but I think continued vegetation is no way to get my life back in order. To be honest JC life is but a hazy memory – I live for the present and all I can remember of the present: irreparably skewed sleeping hours, lots of HK dramas and Ch8 dramas and lots of Nintendo DS and a few spiritually defeated moments and omg it is so easy to get stuck in a rut isn’t it

Slowly but surely I shall find my footing tomorrow onwards. Why are we so good at hiding the things that are obviously important to us? I think if we were only honest to ourselves and others many mysteries in life would have fallen neatly into place, but because we’re so bloody cryptic to one another the world is so unfamiliar and it doesn’t promise to get any better.

I don’t know what I’m talking about. Tomorrow I will attend lessons and gym and maybe go for a swim and feel battered and victorious.

casting swine before pearls

Today, Holy Communion was served in one piece – a small sealed plastic cup with an attached wafer suspended with it. We had to peel two adhered layers to get to the wafer and then the grape juice (which in no way resembled blood, or Ribena if you must, and tasted like cough mixture)

So we’re allowed to share a faith but we’re not allowed to share a tray.

by any other name

Oh dear, 16 and a half is hardly the best time to “rediscover” your DS and start playing Pokemon Platinum.

To my friends and assorted eligible strangers: no, I am not always like this, I am just having some technical problems, I remain the epitome of cool, please try again later.

(I picked Piplup)

declaration of t3h indie pendantz (four days early)

CC: David Archuleta

Dear Ms Swift:

I don’t care if you wear sea shells or door bells, please get out of my head now. I mean, I’m not allowed to listen to you, you’re not even indie or anything, you’re Taylor Swift. Please put down your guitar, you Major Record Company Whore, and let me listen to cats screech for four minutes.

mmm… soulful.

xoxo
matthew

PS. im in ur closet wering ur tshurts

shell

I can’t even begin to decide if the holiday is a good thing – it means the Promos weigh everything (and even though they’re comfortably nestled in their positions four, five months away, that’s what we thought of the CTs as well, until it smacked us indecorously in the nose). I spent my day finishing up a HK drama and reading Fyodor Dostoyevsky (awesome stuff, as Russian products go) and sealing a snail mail envelope, which is really exciting stuff.

(It’s been ages since I had snail mail correspondence with anyone not called MOE or RI(JC) (and even then it’s one-sided~) and it’s terribly enjoyable and I think I could start that again, if anyone decided s/he had time, and stamps, to spare. )

spread the pig love like butter on toast

Last things first:

Leave of absence!!! which basically means I won’t be taking CTs or going to school until Week 2! (If it helps, the trip was boring.)

I can’t remember how to blog any more – my Internet was almost fully-functional during New Zealand but it’s really boring to journal a trip (Day One: Sheep. Day Two: More sheep. Day Three: Grocery shopping and sheep. Then again I only saw sheep for the first time in the trip YESTERDAY, so much for numbering forty million)

Will blog when I regain my footing/life. Till then I shall crash on my bed and DIE and feel the tease and caress of aircon, my head feels inebriated

doubleplusgood

Wow, I managed to start packing at 1pm for a two-week trip for which I’ll be leaving home at 5pm!

This blogpost is dedicated to my Unwavering Efficiency in All Things!

(…if I manage to forget my underwear or something, I’ll try to forget I made it)

New Zealand
12 – 27 June 2009
(insert bald yellow happy emoticon)

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