一人一半 感情不散
一人一素故 感情才会久
时光累计 安静的泪滴
一心去追 爱那么可贵
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这样的人 这样地等
无非是等个回应眼神
为爱翻滚 不计伤痕
甘心为你一生都浮沉
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这样的人 别笑我蠢
傻傻的心痛也不觉疼
就算天冷 就算残忍
等你想起这没用的人
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一人一半 感情不散
已经找到爱 为何要离开
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时光累计 安静的泪滴
一心去追 爱那么可贵
.
这样的人 这样地等
无非是等个回应眼神
为爱翻滚 不计伤痕
甘心为你一生都浮沉
.
这样的人 别笑我蠢
傻傻的心痛也不觉疼
就算天冷 就算残忍
等你想起这没用的人
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一人一半 感情不散
已经找到爱 为何要离开
已经找到爱 为何想分开
lyrics transcribed by me. Please report any errors.
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Oh no I’m turning into an auntie. I walk around all day thinking stuff like hm, what vegetables do I have left in the fridge? Oh today maybe I could steam the fish and then… oh yes, the broccoli doesn’t look too good, maybe I could stir-fry it with the meat and the carrots… and I’d better do something about the leftover prawn spices soon…. but my sister has been asking for curry and we don’t have chicken, better get some when I go to the market… and other things like that.
See that’s what happens if you cook dinner for the family, you turn into an auntie fast and have nothing left to blog about except what you cooked for dinner.
And anyway, my motorbike is due for it’s first maintainence soon. Finally I can get a proper box for it, but if I get a box for it it’ll turn into an ‘uncle bike’ and won’t look cool anymore (in fact I didn’t realise RXZs had such a sporty look until I saw one that was all black with no box – mine). Anyway, I have some coupons for free maintainence but they were kept by my ma and now I don’t know where they are. Damn it.
My sis is going for circuit revision tomorrow. I am happy. It’s high time she went.
If you’ve read my previous post, you’d probably have realised that I spent quite a long time moping over what to do with Bike.
And my sis noticed. When she’d finished extracting the reason from me, she said, “You’d better clean out the bike tomorrow or I shall be angry. Now that’s a reason for you to clean out the bike”.
So we went to clean out the bike the next day.
The moment I lifted the cover, I didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
There were cat hairs all over the seat and the tank. Two cats had been using it as their catbed! At least they were nice enough not to use it as a scratching post though.
On top of that, it was freaking infested with ants!
There were ants on the main stand, ants in the storage space under the seat, ants in the controls, ants on the front wheel, ants on the back wheel…
You name it, there were ants on it.
I told my sis, “Good thing you came down with me, cause I’d probably take one look and put the cover back”.
And my sister the mega-ant-hater (we keep making jokes at her about the ‘ant-free zone’ from the sitcom Ah Girl) immediately started to get to work.
We pushed the bike into the void deck and started flicking ants around.
I didn’t dare to start it cause I didn’t know what else about it had changed, and anyway we better solve the visible problems first.
The bike brought all kinds of assorted litter into the void deck, cat hairs, a rambutan shell, dead leaves, lots and lots and lots of stagnant water and of course the ants.
We tried our best to get the ants off.
Every time we moved a moving part, ants came out of it.
The major infestations were around the tail end of the seat storage and the center stand.
It started to rain and we put the bike cover out in the rain to wash it.
When most of the ants were gone, I decided to try starting the bike (to burn off the hiding ants).
We decided that if I caught fire, I’d roll on the floor out into the rain.
The bike started with no problems! Good bikey!
I couldn’t bring it on a test ride though cause it was raining.
I did bring it out for lunch later, and it was extremely obedient.
My sis told me that she told one of her Buddhist friends about the ant infestation. Instead of sympathizing, the first thing she asked was “did you kill them?”
And my sis was like =_=”‘, cause ants are her mortal enemy.
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When you ride a motorbike (or bicycle), strangers strike up conversations with you and you attract a lot of attention.
I went out for lunch on my bike (it needed a test drive, and we needed to burn all the ants out of the engine).
I usually go out for lunch when I’m alone, cause I think it’s a waste of effort to cook for yourself only, and anyway I hate washing dishes. I only cook dinner cause there are people to help me wash the dishes and anyway you don’t end up with lots of half-tomatoes and half-vegetables and leftover single-person portions of food.
I went to a coffeeshop to get some lunch.
Since my bike doesn’t have a box (yet), I have to carry my helmet everywhere.
That leads to many unexpected conversations with random people.
The auntie selling noodles was rather interested in my helmet.
Auntie: “You rode a motorbike here?”
Me: “Ya. Just got my license.” (Stretching it a bit far of course, I got it last year, but I still have to display the probation plate)
Auntie: “You could only be 17 or 18 years old!”
Me: “Heh, no lah, I’m 19 already.”
Auntie: “You’ve very young!”
Me: “Err… actually 18 year olds can take the riding test already.”
Auntie: “Are you Malaysian or Singaporean?”
Me: (Malaysian? Huh?) “Singaporean la.”
Auntie: “You don’t have to go to school today?”
Me: “No la, it’s my holiday la.”
I don’t remember the entire conversation, but these were the more interesting parts of it.
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Then I decided to top up my bike’s tank and get some 2T while I was at it.
The petrol kiosk was strange.
You know, usually petrol kiosks have an ‘In’ hole and an ‘Out’ hole?
I’d never been to a petrol kiosk alone before (except to buy drinks) so I watched carefully until I was sure which was the ‘In’ hole, which was easy cause there was a large sign with ‘In’ on it.
I went in through the ‘In’ hole but was surprised by a car exiting.
Well anyway I stopped next to the filling place and checked the entrance that I had come from. Yes, it was an ‘In’ hole, there was even a huge arrow pointing in on the floor.
So I filled my tank, paid and had to find my way out.
So I drove to the other end of the kiosk to the other “exit” and to my surprise, there was also a large sign with “In” on it there!
So where’s the exit?
The only other exit I could think of was the one behind, leading out into the carpark, this one had no sign, either ‘In’ or ‘Out’ on it.
So I left by that “exit” and was surprised by a gold-coloured Merc coming in.
So I don’t get it, all the paths lead into the kiosk?
So how do we exit?
Or did I not notice the actual exit?
Thanks everyone for all their concern. I really appreciate it.
Anyway,
I have a problem, a kind of silly problem compared to the ones earlier.
When my mother became seriously ill, I stopped riding my bike and left it in the carpark under the bike cover.
Up to now I haven’t taken a look at it yet.
I wonder what it’s like now.
I don’t dare to check now.
When my mother became seriously ill, one of the things I worried about was that after she was gone, no one would give me support in my bike riding anymore.
Cause my father is actually very against me riding a motorbike.
I know my sister is the kind who likes independence so I don’t want to inconvenience her by being too clingy.
Now that life is returning to normal, I feel I should go dust off my bike and make sure it is in working order.
And since it is the holidays, maybe I should ride more.
But I go throught this kind of emotional hell every time I decide to ride.
I feel that my bike is not truly mine.
I don’t feel like it’s owner.
I don’t even feel that my license is mine anymore.
I feel like it dropped from the sky and I just picked it up.
I didn’t earn it.
It just came by accident.
I feel very weird and uncomfortable when I’m in the carpark doing something to my bike, whether it’s just checking it or getting ready to ride out or something.
Reason being, I don’t feel worthy of my bike at all.
Maybe I’m too concerned with what people think.
When I was taking bike lesson, my goal for the TP test was ‘no miss’, i.e. no mistakes at all, 0 demerit points.
I told one of my instructors that I was aiming for perfection and he said, “There’s no such thing as a perfect biker”.
Coming close to the actual day, I freaked out and started asking my instructors if I should back out and try later.
They told me to take it and said, “who knows, maybe you’ll pass”.
On the actual day, I freaked out (as in I couldn’t even feel my hands anymore) and got 18 demerit points. Still a pass, but not a good one.
The problem with my sister is that she’s too careless.
The problem with me is that I’m too careful.
Sometimes, I admire the way she can just start doing something without thinking.
And I will go through a whole lot of evaluation and planning before I even execute something.
Which leads to a high success rate, which sounds good, but it also means that maybe I only attempt things that I’m confident in.
As you can see, I need a whole big lot of support and encouragement before starting something I have totally no confidence in.
The TP test was ok cause I got a whole lot of support from quite a number of the instructors.
But after that when I was on my own…
I didn’t know what to do.
Add to that, the pressure of being ‘accident-free’, not damaging the bike prematurely, being responsible, and fumbling around finding out what to do.
(None of my relatives, including the more distant ones, are bikers)
I hate it when things like that happen, cause I know I should be independent and daring and all that shit.
Well, sometimes you just aren’t.
And there’s no good not acknowledging your real personality cause it’ll still be there no matter what.
So I don’t know what to do.
I don’t even know if I should have bought the bike in the first place.
1) She rejects and ignores the person she used to care about most
The day before she died, she just kept ignoring me and refusing to listen to what I had to say to her. As I was in an extremely disturbed mood that day, I got a little pissed. She then kept stealing glances at me but although she saw I was angry, she just ignored me. After her death, I found out from others whose parents had died that their parents also rejected the child they were closest to before they died. They said it is because the parent does not want the child to form attachment to them and become sad when they leave.
2) She keeps covering her face.
My mother had a fever on the night she died. We got her an ice pack and placed it on her forehead, but she kept grabbing it and shielding her eyes with it. We later found out from one of our relatives at the wake that another person that she had witnessed who passed away also kept shielding her eyes just before she died.
3) You experience any unexplained disturbing dreams about that person’s death
My mother died on Monday but on Saturday she was still ok. However on Saturday night I dreamt that my mother came back come but she was not a person (ie. a ghost). Then I woke up and hid in the kitchen crying and saying “不要丟下我不管(don’t abandon me)”. Then my father came to comfort me and I fell asleep on his bed. I then dreamt that my mother came home with her sister (who’s still alive) and my mother was not a ghost. There were a lot of black birds flying outside the kitchen window but they were not crows, they were mynahs, I knew because one of them got trapped inside and I let it out. Suddenly I realised something weird about my mother and her sister, and when I looked at them I realised that my mother’s sister also had my mother’s face! Then I realised that the whole thing (my mother and her sister) was an illusion and I was confused whether I should accept the ‘thing’ as my mother or not, cause it looked like my mother, it acted like my mother, but it was not my mother. When I woke up, I was very disturbed and kept crying for the rest of the day. When the patient in the next bed died, I cheered up as I thought it was caused by me fortelling the death of the person in the next bed, but in the end, I had predicted the death of my mother but I didn’t even know.
4) The person keeps requesting for you to stay by her side
My mother kept asking my sister to stay by her side the day before she died.
5) The person starts acting unreasonably
My mother acted very unreasonably on the day before she died, refusing her medicine and even kicking the table that they were on away. One of my aunt’s friends who passed away recently was also said to have become very unreasonable 1 week before her death, scolding everybody who came to visit her.
6) If the person is in hospital, it was said by one of our relatives that if her bed number is placed reversed, the patient is condemmed (as in written off)
This was told to me by one of my relatives, who worked in a hospital before. Whether it’s true or not I don’t know. What I know is that my mother’s bed number was reversed. On the day she moved to the ward, the paper with her doctor’s name on it flew away but no one replaced it.
7) Everyone gets emotional for no reason when they visit the patient.
The older people especially, will be kind of able to predict the death of the patient, you’ll see them asking all the relatives who haven’t visited yet to visit. One of my father’s sisters even brought her pastor to the hospital to bless my mother, which is unusual cause usually she’s not the kind to force her religion onto others.
8 ) She becomes unusually well just before her death.
I did not witness this cause I spent most of my mother’s last day out in the corridor crying, but my mother was well enough in the morning to ask for cheng tng (a kind of dessert) and even ate 5 mouthfuls. My sister also managed to feed her two of the jellies I had bought her previously. I think many people have heard of this one, it’s called 迴光返照 (not sure if the chinese words are correct though)
Previous: And unto dust she shall return III
We opted to take her photo and incense urn home for the duration of 49 days needed for her to reincarnate.
At home we offer incense her meals to her for 7 days, and then for the remaining days we just offer incense.
Cause the chinese believe that on the 7th day she will realise that she is dead, and will not need food daily anymore.
They also believe that on the 7th day, she will come back to visit us.
The seventh day is tomorrow.
I hope she will be happy with what she sees.
I am also wondering how she will come back.
In my dreams or for real?
Sometimes I find myself thinking, ‘But maybe she’s not really dead? Maybe they made a mistake at the hospital?’ And then I kick myself, of course she’s dead, in the hospital her ECG was a straight line (with machine error of course), rigor mortis had already started to set in when we left, her hands were already growing cold. The body in the coffin was hers, of course she’s dead.
They say that the deceased will visit you in your dreams.
But so far all I’ve had are weird dreams.
The first one was that I met her in one of the places I dream about, and I wanted her to promise that we’d meet again in this dream enviroment.
Then suddenly I asked her, “You’re really my mother right?” and then she turned into another unknown auntie and ran away laughing.
I was not scared or angry, just like “huh?”
The second one was that I met this auntie and for some reason I felt very affectionate towards her.
Then I found out that she was actually my mother in a different body.
The third one was that I was a young blonde guy and I was chased around Ikea by a lot of Swedish aunties for goodness knows what reason. I ran like hell.
Huh?
If you’ve ever experienced the death of anyone that you were really close to, all those death scenes in movies and soap operas will seem melodramatic and silly to you.
Previous: And unto dust she shall return II
The next day we went to collect the ashes from Singapore casket.
The guy at Singapore Casket removed all the metal pieces from the bones.
A metal ring from her watch, and some metal pieces from the coffin.
Her bones were very porous because of all the medication she had been taking.
They arranged the bones on the red cloth in order, leg bones first, then the remaining bones, then the skull.
Then they wrapped it up and my sister carried it, along with the incense.
I carried the umbrella to shield her from the sun.
Cause the Chinese believe that the ashes cannot be exposed to sunlight.
We brought the bones to Bright Hill Columbarium.
I was supposed to choose a niche for my mother.
They brought us to the older building housing the cheapest ones, which were freehold, but the place was really dark and the urns were all stacked up behind cabinets.
It reminded me of a Chinese medical hall.
Anyway the only available spaces were so high up I could barely see them.
So I said “No, show us to the new block”.
So we went to the new block.
It was very nice and peaceful.
However, it was only 60 year lease.
By the time it expires, I will be 79 years old.
I don’t even know if I will be in an urn already by then.
Then who will renew it?
I’d better have children.
We took a niche in the new block.
The pricing was very nice too ><
The cheapest ones were the lowest floor and the highest two floors. Almost $4000 already.
The most expensive ones were the ones at normal standing eye level. Almost a whopping $10 000!
We took one on the second level.
Not too pricey, and just the right height for me to sit down on the floor and get cosy with it.
It had a nice number too 🙂
The funeral was a simple one, but even then, it cost more than my motorcycle.
Not counting the cost of the niche 
My aunt paid for a large part of it.
She knew we still have to settle the hospital bill.
Big thanks to her.
Previous: And unto dust she shall return I
The first day I cried a lot.
Only close relatives came, cause the word hadn’t spread.
After the embalming, my mother didn’t look like herself. They had made her look too plump, combed her hair all back and tucked her t-shirt into her jeans, something she never did.
They returned us my mother’s own jeans cause she couldn’t fit into them.
The monk came to do the Buddhist rites.
I didn’t know what to do and was confused.
The second day everyone came and it was very busy.
During funerals,few people come until something like 2000hrs onwards.
Then everyone comes and it is like a riot of activity and everyone talking so it seems like a hum instead of individual voices.
There were only two daughters (me and my sis) and we had to become waiters (give out the drinks and the plates with the melon seeds, peanuts, sweets and the red string) and keep track of the ‘peh kim’ (白金 or condolence money).
Actually the daughters are just supposed to kneel by the coffin, but we were severely understaffed.
My aunts had to help out too.
We stayed overnight on all two nights to keep my mother company.
Even though we were sleeping in the same room as a corpse, I wasn’t frightened.
Why would you be frightened of your own mother?
My only complaint was that it was too bright, but we had to keep the light on because of chinese superstition.
Singapore Casket has bathing facilities, but they are kind of lousy and camp-ish.
I only found out on the second day.
The third day was the day she was cremated.
We booked a bus to ferry all the relatives to Mandai to watch the cremation.
I was worried that no one would come but I didn’t have to worry cause almost everybody did.
The person from Singapore Casket came to see how much of the stuff in the room we’d consumed.
On the first day, they provided everything we’d need in the room, peanuts, drinks, plates, red string, black plastic bags, etc.
On the last day, they came to see how much we’d consumed or opened and then charged us accordingly.
The monk came to do the rites again.
This time there was a person from Singapore Casket to instruct us and there were more relatives involved.
I could hear people crying.
I didn’t feel as upset as I had been on the first day because I had already kind of accepted it by then.
We went to Mandai crematorium.
My sister, being the eldest, rode in the hearse.
She had to tell my mother when to get on, get off, and when they were passing over a bridge with water.
My aunt drove with the rest of my family.
I saw another car behind us belonging to my cousin.
Everyone else took the bus.
During the cremation, we are not supposed to cry because it’s supposed to be a happy send off.
I didn’t cry.
I only wanted to comfort my mother, in case she was scared.
I told her in my heart, ‘don’t be scared, I’m here, just bear with it for a while and then you’ll be free’
Just like what I’d usually tell her when she was in pain.
I couldn’t do anything to help ease the pain, so I would tell her ‘don’t worry, I’m here, just bear with it for a while’, and hold her.
But I couldn’t hold her so I had to do it in my heart.
The coffin went in and the door closed. We didn’t even see the flames.
Then we went home to sleep.
My mother passed away on Monday after a long and difficult battle with cancer.
It was very hard for me to come and write this blog entry because I know I will cry again.
She was in a lot of pain and as much as I miss her, I have to admit this is perhaps the best way that it could turn out.
Her organs were slowly failing and she was breathless often. The doctor had given her three months, but we did not expect her to leave us in only a few days.
We had arranged for her to go to a hospice near our home so we could take care of her, but she left even before she could be admitted.
They called us in the early morning on Monday.
Strangely everyone was talking and laughing in the car when we drove there.
After all the worrying we had gone through, it felt kind of like a closure.
When we reached her she had just gone.
When I saw her I thought ‘oh my God, she’s so pale, her complexion is so yellow’.
Her expression reminded me of a skull, she looked like she had died gasping.
I was guilty that we hadn’t stayed with her that night and instead we had gone home.
Her body was still warm.
We told her everything we wanted to tell her.
And I lay over her body waiting for it to grow cold.
I held her hand until it was cold, then I held her lower arm, then her upper arm.
I felt that while the body is still warm, the spirit is still present.
I wanted to comfort her.
People cry in a different way when someone close to them dies.
If you’ve never heard it before, it sounds a little like the way the hysterical people cry in soap operas when their parents die, only it’s real.
I cried so much that my family was worried.
We held the funeral at Singapore Casket.
The hospital transported the body to the mortuary via an underground tunnel. We could not follow it there.
The Singapore Casket van picked up the body from there.
We drove home to collect my mother’s clothes and her photograph.
I chose the clothes and the photograph.
The clothes were the ones she always wore normally, a t-shirt and jeans.
We took two pairs of jeans, one pair was a pair she liked, the other pair was a pair she had given to my sister cause it was too loose for her.
But we brought it because we didn’t know if she could fit into her old jeans because her legs were swollen.
The photo was from her motorcycle training booklet.
I remember we went to take photos at SSDC cause no one had a spare photo for their training booklet.
The machine only accepted coins, and $6 worth of coins.
I took 1 set of photos and found them ok.
She took 1 set of photos and then thought they made her look stupid.
So she took another set that she liked a lot and decided to use for her booklet.
Anyway we were searching for a lot of $1 coins that day.
I couldn’t find the remaining photos from that set so I brought her training booklet there instead.
I took leave for the whole week.
My supervisors were very nice about it.
Usually the school will negotiate with the company for things like this, such as giving the student more leave.
This time the company was the one negotiating with the school.
It was very nice of them.
We drove to Singapore Casket to arrange the funeral.
The flowers were chosen by my aunt. We chose the colourful ones because the rest looked like they were for old people.
We tried to keep it simple, but elegant and tasteful.
We also put up an obituary in the chinese papers cause most of her friends would probably read the chinese papers.
One of my aunts is driving me crazy.
She’s like constantly, “you’re just a liability and your sister is good at the job and you aren’t, yet we insist that you stick around and take over sometimes so she can rest, and I can stand around watching you like a hawk, telling you how to do things and poking my nose where it isn’t wanted and then keep putting you down with more comments about how you suck”
Hell, my philosophy is, if you think A is better at the job than I am, why don’t you hand the job to A and I can go out and play and get my personal stuff done? There’ll be much less grief on both sides. Not that I’m trying to get back at anyone or anything, but why trap someone in an inefficient (and possibly potentially explosive) situation?
(As for the poking her nose around where it isn’t wanted, seriously, someone being very sick doesn’t automatically give you the right to stand around watching when the person is in the middle of some operation where certain parts of her body are exposed, unless you are immediate family. It really gets my goat when you do that. Just because someone is very sick doesn’t mean that she no longer has her dignity. And since the patient is unable to object, I will do it for her in no uncertain terms. So fuck off or I’ll do it for you.)
My horoscopes say I’m a jealous, possessive, egotistic person. Well, if you keep trying to get between a jealous, egotistic and possessive person and his target, and keep putting him down at the same time, the result will be one hell load of shit. And it was.
She has the cheek to propose that if we have to downgrade, we should buy a flat in a new estate and have a number of our relatives move into the same block so we can visit each other often. If that ever happens, I’ll take my bike and my stuff and move out. (Which isn’t that far fetched or illogical really, cause in around half a year’s time, I’ll be expected to find myself a real job) Either that, or I’ll turn into a aggressive and nasty bitch from the constant stress.
If you’ve seen some of my relatives, you’ll know what I mean. 80% of what they bring is trouble. They drive me fucking crazy. Ok, maybe part of the reason is that I’m an intolerant bitch and dislike people in general.
Another thing I cannot stand is those fucking Christians trying to convert people who are really really ill.
I hate the way they take advantage of a patient when she’s weak and defenseless and jump in like vultures at a kill trying to brainwash her and ask her to say this and say that. I feel it’s taking advantage of the sick, vulnerable and defenseless.
If you really want to convert people to your religion, please do it when the person is rational and capable of making a conscious and informed decision. Nobody likes making major decisions unless they’re capable of clear rational thought, so why the double standard with religion?
If you want to just pray for her it’s fine with me, I’ll take it as goodwill, but I will not tolerate you making her say and agree to things when she’s in a confused state of mind and I’m not afraid to show it.
Somehow, other religions (in my experience) don’t seem so eager to actually convert the person. They just pray and hope for the person’s well-being.
So what’s up with the damn Christians?
Well anyway, 25 random things about me.
1) I would rather ignore most of the human beings around me than be very friendly with them. Interacting with too many people wears me out. I’ll save my interactions for the important ones, thanks.
2) My noise tolerance threshold is very low. A little bit of superfluous noise can drive me crazy.
3) I do not enjoy talking to people. It makes me uncomfortable. I’d rather listen. Unless you’re very close to me of course. (Anyway, you learn more from listening than talking)
4) I do not like being put down. Ok let me repeat that, I DO NOT LIKE BEING PUT DOWN. A girl has her pride too, you know. Especially a girl with an ego as big as mine. Yes, I know I’m tactless, but I expect you (in a rather unreasonable way) to be tactful.
5) If I feel appreciated, I’ll work my ass off for you. More than one person knows that already. Otherwise, nearly nothing can make me move my ass for other people.
6) I spend money on far too much food. At least I don’t worry much about my weight afterwards.
7)I do not like stupid people. There is an exception though: I’m very indulgent towards a particular few people, even if they are stupid.
8 ) I stopped shopping as a form of entertainment long ago. I realised that there was nothing I regretted not buying, and a whole lot of things I regretted buying.
9) If I feel you’re better at the job than I am, I’ll let you take over and do whatever you say. If I feel I’m better, you better let me take over. It’s all about using the best tools for the job. (I do tend to respect and listen to most people of course, just ask some of my project mates and superiors)
10) I am like a border collie sometimes. I can’t sit around and do nothing if I have excess energy. I need to do something productive!
11) I do not like people making plans about my life without being asked. Most of the time, their plans are incompatible.
12) I would rather inconvenience myself than others. In the same way, I do not like others inconveniencing me.
13) I do not like picking fights with people. I prefer to go away and ignore you. But if you corner me, watch out!
14) I like to think that I’m worth more than my external appearance. That’s why I’m so sloppy.
15) If I find a situation is going nowhere, I just drop it and get lost.
16) I hate it when my colleagues come to work even though they’re sick. For God’s sake take a fucking MC (medical certificate) and go home and rest. You’ll get well faster and you won’t be spreading the germs around. Besides, what little work you do when you’re sick is more than cancelled out by the work lost when you infect the whole office and everyone’s productivity drops too.
17) My home is very important to me. It’s where I totally destress at the end of each day. If some outsider comes to my home, I become unable to destress for the amount of time that person is around. It makes me VERY cranky. That’s why I don’t have parties.
18) I like exploring. Despite that, I still have no sense of direction.
19) I do not like most girls. I think they are silly, shallow twits.
20) Generally I dislike ineffeciency. I like to do things efficiently. But I do realise that planning and executing things efficiently is not really the easiest thing in the world sometimes.
21) I cringe when people sneeze and cough in my direction. If I can hold my coughs and sneezes until no one is around, I don’t see why they can’t. (Yes, I can hold in a cough for an entire 45 min bus ride) If it’s really that impossible, take an MC and stay home and stop spreading the germs.
22) I dislike it when people equate guy+girl to relationships (the lovey stuff). It makes me uncomfortable. It’d be sad if men and women could only think of each other as sexual partners.
23) I treat people as mere objects, unless they are relevant to my life. Then they upgrade and become people. I seldom get truly committed to anyone. If I do, watch out! According to a sms quiz my sis sent me, I have a stalker’s personality.
24) I try my best to have a healthy lifestyle. (It isn’t the easiest thing)
25) I like to pursue many vastly different fields of study. I feel that it is best that a person should be able to speak intelligently and in an informed manner about any subject.
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