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You Are an Ingrid!

You are an Ingrid -- "I am unique"

Ingrids have sensitive feelings and are warm and perceptive.

How to Get Along with Me

• * Give me plenty of compliments. They mean a lot to me.


• * Be a supportive friend or partner. Help me to learn to love and value myself.


• * Respect me for my special gifts of intuition and vision.


• * Though I don't always want to be cheered up when I'm feeling melancholy, I sometimes like to have someone lighten me up a little.


• * Don't tell me I'm too sensitive or that I'm overreacting!

What I Like About Being an Ingrid

• * my ability to find meaning in life and to experience feeling at a deep level


• * my ability to establish warm connections with people


• * admiring what is noble, truthful, and beautiful in life


• * my creativity, intuition, and sense of humor


• * being unique and being seen as unique by others


• * having aesthetic sensibilities


• * being able to easily pick up the feelings of people around me

What's Hard About Being an Ingrid

• * experiencing dark moods of emptiness and despair


• * feelings of self-hatred and shame; believing I don't deserve to be loved


• * feeling guilty when I disappoint people


• * feeling hurt or attacked when someone misundertands me


• * expecting too much from myself and life


• * fearing being abandoned


• * obsessing over resentments


• * longing for what I don't have

Ingrids as Children Often

• * have active imaginations: play creatively alone or organize playmates in original games


• * are very sensitive


• * feel that they don't fit in


• * believe they are missing something that other people have


• * attach themselves to idealized teachers, heroes, artists, etc.


• * become antiauthoritarian or rebellious when criticized or not understood


• * feel lonely or abandoned (perhaps as a result of a death or their parents' divorce)

Ingrids as Parents

• * help their children become who they really are


• * support their children's creativity and originality


• * are good at helping their children get in touch with their feelings


• * are sometimes overly critical or overly protective


• * are usually very good with children if not too self-absorbed

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My Was-Gonna-Be-Pet Clam

Right. So I went to Pangkor over the weekend for the Rakan Muda trip, right,and after some hanging around shallow waters and rocky areas, I found this clam. A live clam. And it was heavy, and I thought… FOOD! SURVIVAL! Not that I really needed it, because we got 4 meals a day, but still. I wanted to show it to Mum.

So I stuffs it in a plastic bag with the rest of the shells and puts it in my bag, and I get back from Pangkor, brown as roast chicken, but with rather noticeable tan lines on my arms and legs, and a whole band of uncooked flesh where I forgot to take off my watch during snorkeling and kayaking. I shows it to Mum. And she’s all, why’d you bring it back? I was like.. well.. because.

I put my clam in some water with salt in it. It lasted a couple of days. Today it was rather sluggish, though its shell was open, I tapped it and it didn’t close. I pressed a bit though, and it did. I rather didn’t want it to die by this time, but I had no other way to keep it alive. So I told my maid to do the deed, because I just couldn’t kill it.

She asked me if I wanted to break it.

I was HORRIFIED. Absolutely plain HOMAIGOSH, that she would say such a thing! Eventually, she stuck a knife in it, and prised it open. I was still dumbstruck. She asked, shall I take the meat out? And I wanted to cry. My poor clam! Such an undignified death. She said it was dead already. She just yanked out the meat, just like that. And my clam is dead.

On another note, I’m srsly not sure what to do about him. I’m… in a teeny tiny part of my heart, still hoping upon all hopes that I can win him over, but another part of my heart’s like… what for? I feel mentally and emotionally exhausted. I love him. Very much. I know I do. It’s just… Well. After a while, you get tired. I’ll try, of course to hang out with him. But now I think, I’m not expecting anything at all.

At some point over the weekend I got into a real funk, thinking I was such a horrible person. No wonder he didn’t like me. I apologised to him profusely, and he was like.. huh? Why? And I was like.. sheepishly… ‘for being in love with you?’ And he’s like.. oh. naw. it’s okay. He doesn’t like me too close though. But before the Kali incident, he seemed rather interested. Or well.. more open to my affections.

I think back on the snuggling period, and I’m pretty sure there was something there.

At Pangkor, we went and visited a temple. and at the top all these stairs, was this huge boulder with a big chinese character on it in golden yellow. I asked Eng Hong what it meant. He said it meant ‘jodoh’. So I climbed all the way to the top. To the top of the boulder, even though I was exhausted, and my chest hurt, I climbed all the way to the top, and wished and hoped like anything that he’d be mine. The view from up there wasn’t too shabby either.

Because of that, Shawny and Esther think I’m so romantic. Lol.

And um, that’s it. For now. Another day in my sad life. Oh. And more picturey blog posts when I get to it.

My brain go poof.

  Seriously. My brain is just mush. Absolute mush. Equilibrium between liquid and solid state. I lost all my brain cells trying to do Physics paper 2 and bullshitting Pengajian Am paper 2. Thankfully I’ve got a free day tomorrow, to study Chem. I hope I can do it. My brain is really… well. Not Happy.

I’m intending to start a Free Hugs campaign small scale. In the Form 6 block. He doesn’t hug, but I hug him. Lol. And he gets totally wtf-ed. He’s nice and warm though.

Your crime for today :

Um. Nothing much. Maybe traumatizing people with crazy talk? Meh. Too busy trying to scraped grey matter off the inside of my skull.

And on another note, McCain and Palin are just… well. Detrimental to society. Kinda like me, only worse.

Two steps away fro- OMGAWDWATEHF.

Quite honestly, in a life like this you take what you can get. And that is, minimal coherency. As long as you can write, all is good. And I know I’m bullshitting, because all my circuits are scrambled from Malaysian Studies. The moment I turn a page, I forget everything I’ve just read. I have serious problems with short-term memory loss. I dub this… the Goldfish Syndrome.

On another note, I really ought to be doing some Physics work. Tomorrow’s first paper is Physics. It’s objective, but still. Alot of theory, and calculation, and I have absolutely forgotten how to do the earlier chapters. I’m so shitted.

My sis just came back. She was telling me about how the baby was bouncing around on the ultrasound. Very cool. And very cute~ Can’t wait.

Your crime of the day :

Nothing actually. Except maybe happily molesting a certain guy’s tummy. I’m not sure what to think, whether he does like me or not. Because ever since I’ve re-accepted his presence again, he tries to hang around me. He was really shocked when I said those three words again, but he didn’t really do much. My other crime : procrastination. It’s great. I’m putting everything off. I’m torn between doing Physics and reading PA. Had to resort to some dirty underhanded tactics. Like thinking about causing mass mayhem with a tuna and a tuning fork. But I’m under probation, so I really shouldn’t. >:-3 But one day.

Srs Business.

First time using Windows Live Writer Beta. And first post in blogger~~ In two days my end of year exams begin. First up, Physics paper 1 and Pengajian Am 1. Absolute bullshit. All about the Malaysian government and how it works. Why would I have to memorise all the Kementerian and their Jabatan? I haven’t even finished revising for math, Chem and Physics yet either. I’m so screwed.

Your adventure for the day :

I crashed a class party. They were really nice about it. I was pretty nice too, not shooting people and banging their heads into random hard surfaces. The banana cake was nice, but I missed the muruku. Hot damn. I’ll need to rob a store after this, or squeeze some through use of my Pitiful Mew.

Welcome to my world of bullshit. Have a head desk.