Day Lockheart

I’m almost 24/7 on Facebook, ever since I enjoy the status of “appear offline” on MSN. Things I do on Facebook… guilty pleasure =x

Anyways, there’s this application which is supposed to tell me what does my birthday tell about me. Fairly interesting, totally hilarious. Check out the lines I have bold.

You never live your life in the way others want you to. You are an independent individual who loves challenges and excitement. You are ready to ace with the result of your decision. You are usually the one your friends count on. Your Love, because you love excitements, you occasionally get involved in forbidden love affairs. You may fall in love with a married person and no one can stop you from making progress. You are very charming, although you might not realize it.

Now I feel so evil. But it is totally not okay from my point of view to mess with somebody’s spouse… currently.

It is perhaps the most difficult job on earth to have your friends get over a broken-relationship. You can’t tell them outright that they are pathetic for brooding over it, and consolation never seem to work very well, simply because a certain warmth is gone. What people do not notice is that, the warmth is already winter prior to the break-up. Here’s an illustration:

The basis of this graph is based on a saying that goes “all good things must come to an end”, which is why the values of the x-axis is not stated. As for the values on the y-axis, 25% is the maximum when lovey-dovey relationships are compared with the good things in life.

As we reach the end of the curve, 2 things can happen: break-up or get hitched (which is obviously putting your single-hood at risk). It cannot be the latter, since my friends would put that last on their list for now (under-age!) but they couldn’t bear to break-up either. It is the symptom of being obsessive, wanting something to be around when you need it… a backup.

Repercussions

So when one broke-up with another, and regrets/misses (etc.), there’s many repercussions:
1. Begins to look unattractive, and pathetic later.
2. Irritates your friends who tries to cheer you up, but to no avail.
3. You probably smell, since you are probably too unmotivated to clean up yourself
4. You can’t even enjoy a proper love song cause every ‘you’ in the lyrics is specifically referring to someone.

Life is more than just that phase of affection that you can live without. Be awesome!

Yuan Ching Open House

I went back to my secondary school earlier today, and I swear I’m envy of my juniors now:

Point 1: Touchscreen PCs, and touchscreen whiteboards/visualizers. OMG. OHP was the best we ever got.
Point 2: Beanbags. Those would make library my favorite place in school!
Point 3: The $300 sofas as claimed by our principal. Sweet.

I didn’t get to see many teachers nor juniors who I knew, but those I did managed to meet and talked to were awesome. And I finally saw Miss Lim Peilin (my former form teacher) while we were playing street soccer! Telling her that I got promoted to JC2, was really delightful. For a moment, I felt proud of myself.

Narcissism

nar⋅cis⋅sism
–noun
1. inordinate fascination with oneself; excessive self-love; vanity.
2. Psychoanalysis. erotic gratification derived from admiration of one’s own physical or mental attributes, being a normal condition at the infantile level of personality development.

How do one determine if another is a narcissist?

#1. He shaves himself, or waxes on a regular basis. The victimized areas would usually be places that would be noticeable, which means the rocket launch zone is out of the question. But you wouldn’t really know…

#2. He enjoys telling people that he shaved, or going to do so. There is a certain degree of profoundness in that, which cannot be explained. Think of it as a child who would run home to tell his mommy that he managed to do 1+1=2. It’s a personal achievement.

The inspiration to write this text of awesomeness, is from one of my friends who decided to wax! We made fun of him all day because of his plans. The argument is to look neat, be tidy, hence people wax. It would be right in a way, combing leg hair is far too absurd.

It may be a personal choice, but we definitely have something to say about it - reasons don’t stand a chance. Something sleazy, something easy. Some here is my burning question: