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Tuesday, May 31, 2005 Enneagram Test. You can take it at http://www.9types.com/rheti/homepage.actual.html3. The motivators. The aggressive approval-seeker "Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get." - Dale Carnegie Being admired is very important to 3s - they are competitive, and place great value on winning and looking good while doing it. Publicly, 3s project high self-esteem, driving relentlessly toward their career and life goals. But the average 3's craving for external approval may degenerate into superficial and image-conscious behavior, as they work hard to look impressive while neglecting genuine achievement. Despite the high self-esteem they project to others, 3s may privately feel insecure about their self-worth, being as it is so dependent on what others say about them. 3s have an unusually strong inner contradiction; they project qualities of leaders: drive, energy, and success, and yet their definition of success is unusually dependent on the values of the society they belong to. Hence, they are simultaneously leaders and followers. Healthy 3s often have a "cool" attitude to go along with their accomplishments - they know what is "hot" and what is not, and for better or worse, this contributes to the 3's reputation for being excellent salesmen who can win over the most reluctant audience. Because they place high value on affirmation from others, they may be very adept at reading subtle cues in others, using this information to quickly tailor their message to their audience. However, unhealthy 3s are notorious for being phony and self-promoting. Extroverted 3s can be charming smooth talkers, using their networking skills to augment their image and their career, which may be closely linked. More introverted threes may instead strut their stuff through competence and skillful performance rather than showmanship. Quite true are guess. Type 3's are also the rarest according to the statistics so THAT MEANS I AM I RARE I > YOU k. school has restarted for the poly students so it aint crowded as it used to be on weekdays in the shop. which means it's damn quiet and boring almost whole night. surf also no mood surf while listening to the stupid dunno simi euroradio station on the gay winamp i am forced to on. body aching and feel like sleeping. will really quit if i still cant squeeze some time out to study after june. damn this cannot go on. Thursday, May 26, 2005 I'm slowly getting very into Oasis - Lyla. When i first heard the song it didnt do enough to capture my attention but subsequent listens has slowly bought me into it. Kinda like live forever. Anyway the song is heavily made up of the lyrics - "Heyy, Lyla" and yesterday as i was singing along to that song I found out that if i hear really carefully Liam REALLY sounds like he was singing "Heyy - lai lah!“ ..serious! Btw DBTT will be out this 30th so be sure to get it ^__^And im not even gonna comment on the match yesterday. Sucked like hell. Damn viets.. Went to NUS as usual wif Tony to play soccer today..was well owning a bunch of chinese when out of nowhere a bunch of viets came along and wanted to play..so ok we played against them. Well they arent exactly skillful or what, but boy COULD THEY RUN ALL DAY. Every one of them looks like regular 40km marathon runners, lol we were already half dead and they could still run up and down effortlessly..jesus if i only had that kind of stamina..hmmm. Tuesday, May 24, 2005 Do take some time to read this true story, it's really nice i guess.He was in the first third grade class I taught at Saint Mary's School in Morris, Minnesota. All 34 of my students were dear to me, but Mark Eklund was one in a million. [He was] very neat in appearance but had that happy-to-be-alive attitude that made even his occasional mischieviousness delightful. Mark talked incessantly. I had to remind him again and again that talking without permission was not acceptable. What impressed me so much, though, was his sincere response every time I had to correct him for misbehaving: "Thank you for correcting me, Sister!" I didn't know what to make of it at first, but before long I became accustomed to hearing it many times a day. One morning my patience was growing thin when Mark talked once too often, and then I made a novice teacher's mistake. I looked at him and said, "If you say one more word, I am going to tape your mouth shut!" It wasn't ten seconds later when Chuck blurted out, "Mark is talking again." I hadn't asked any of the students to help me watch Mark, but since I had stated the punishment in front of the class, I had to act on it. I remember the scene as if it had occurred this morning. I walked to my desk, very deliberately opened my drawer and took out a roll of masking tape. Without saying a word, I proceeded to Mark's desk, tore off two pieces of tape and made a big X with them over his mouth. I then returned to the front of the room. As I glanced at Mark to see how he was doing, he winked at me. That did it! I started laughing. The class cheered as I walked back to Mark's desk, removed the tape and shrugged my shoulders. His first words were, "Thank you for correcting me, Sister." At the end of the year I was asked to teach junior high math. The years flew by, and before I knew it Mark was in my classroom again. He was more handsome than ever and just as polite. Since he had to listen carefully to my instructions in the "new math," he did not talk as much in ninth grade as he had in the third. One Friday, things just didn't feel right. We had worked hard on a new concept all week, and I sensed that the students were frowning, frustrated with themselves — and edgy with one another. I had to stop this crankiness before it got out of hand. So I asked them to list the names of the other students in the room on two sheets of paper, leaving a space between each name. Then I told them to think of the nicest thing they could say about each of their classmates and write it down. It took the remainder of the class period to finish the assignment, and as the students left the room, each one handed me the papers. Charlie smiled. Mark said, "Thank you for teaching me, Sister. Have a good weekend." That Saturday, I wrote down the name of each student on a separate sheet of paper, and I listed what everyone else had said about that individual. On Monday I gave each student his or her list. Before long, the entire class was smiling. "Really?" I heard whispered. "I never knew that meant anything to anyone!" "I didn't know others liked me so much!" No one ever mentioned those papers in class again. I never knew if they discussed them after class or with their parents, but it didn't matter. The exercise had accomplished its purpose. The students were happy with themselves and one another again. That group of students moved on. Several years later, after I returned from vacation, my parents met me at the airport. As we were driving home, Mother asked me the usual questions about the trip — the weather, my experiences in general. There was a light lull in the conversation. Mother gave Dad a sideways glance and simply said, "Dad?" My father cleared his throat as he usually did before something important. "The Eklunds called last night," he began. Really?" I said. "I haven't heard from them in years. I wonder how Mark is." Dad responded quietly. "Mark was killed in Vietnam," he said. "The funeral is tomorrow, and his parents would like it if you could attend." To this day I can still point to the exact spot on I-494 where Dad told me about Mark. I had never seen a serviceman in a military coffin before. Mark looked so handsome, so mature. All I could think at that moment was, Mark, I would give all the masking tape in the world if only you would talk to me. The church was packed with Mark's friends. Chuck's sister sang "The Battle Hymn of the Republic." Why did it have to rain on the day of the funeral? It was difficult enough at the graveside. The pastor said the usual prayers, and the bugler played taps. One by one those who loved Mark took a last walk by the coffin and sprinkled it with holy water. I was the last one to bless the coffin. As I stood there, one of the soldiers who had acted as pallbearer came up to me. "Were you Mark's math teacher?" he asked. I nodded as I continued to stare at the coffin. "Mark talked about you a lot," he said. After the funeral, most of Mark's former classmates headed to Chuck's farmhouse for lunch. Mark's mother and father were there, obviously waiting for me. "We want to show you something," his father said, taking a wallet out of his pocket. "They found this on Mark when he was killed. We thought you might recognize it." Opening the billfold, he carefully removed two worn pieces of notebook paper that had obviously been taped, folded and refolded many times. I knew without looking that the papers were the ones on which I had listed all the good things each of Mark's classmates had said about him. "Thank you so much for doing that," Mark's mother said. "As you can see, Mark treasured it." Mark's classmates started to gather around us. Charlie smiled rather sheepishly and said, "I still have my list. It's in the top drawer of my desk at home." Chuck's wife said, "Chuck asked me to put this in our wedding album." "I have mine too," Marilyn said. "It's in my diary." Then Vicki, another classmate, reached into her pocketbook, took out her wallet and showed her worn and frazzled list to the group. "I carry this with me at all times," Vicki said, without batting an eyelash. "I think we all saved our lists." That's when I finally sat down and cried. I cried for Mark and for all his friends who would never see him again. By: Sister Helen P. Mrosla Stupid blogspot wont let me copy and paste the whole chunk without taking away the paragraphs. Nabei. Sunday, May 22, 2005 HELLO it's 7 and a half freaking am and i havent had a wink since coming home ^__^ still waiting to give daniel his morning call at 7.50 a.m fuck. changed the damn layout because the previous one was even more buggy than my windows XP with kazaa powered.Anyway how about a story of how i almost went home single-shoed last thursday. Attended the BBQ organized by my ex classmates and late at night we were seeing how far we could throw the rocks on the beaches out to sea. Brilliant me decided to attempt the unorthodox and kick the stone instead of throwing it, and to cut a long story short, my not-so-suitable-for-kicking shoe flew higher and further than the stone (come to think of it, i might have even completely mishit it, fuck) out to the sea. Completely stunned and luckily Huat was near to it and managed to retrieve it, or what i call she3 ming4 jiu4 xie2 for me. well that about sums up a bad night, first the stupid rain, then the chao ta chicken wings and the drinks without ice. The fried bee hoon and hot dogs were good though. Thursday, May 19, 2005 hiwas daydreaming as usual when the tune of 'wish you were here' suddendly popped up in my head, went to download limewire because i will never trust kazaa anymore and downloaded back some of those PF songs i recalled, epics such as 'echoes' and 'shine on you crazy diamond', man i was so into them back then because their lyrics were seriously like poetry, and good lyrics makes me a happy boy. i mean man. Friday, May 13, 2005 Hmm kay. Season's almost over with 1 match remaining. But compared to the past few years where our seasons were already over by Christmas, this year should be hailed as something of a miracle. Here i present to you the top 5 positives of this season.1) Paul Robinson. 2)Paul Robinson. 3)Paul Robinson. 4)Paul Robinson. 5)Paul Robinson. and it goes on for about 49232 times. no seriously. ROBBOCOP is DA MAN. defoe doesnt even come close. How many times have i first cringed my eyes before crying out in joy for robinson to make a save he had no right to. Without him, no way would we still be in contention for Europe at this stage. And what's more, he's a true Yid. Tottenham No.1. England No.1. and the top 5 fook you of this season. 5) Jacques Santini. Was hailed as the saviour of tottenham hotspur. Saviour my arse. But credit when it's due this guy really did made our defence a mean son of a bitch. However, the way we played was B-O-R-I-N-G. Transformed our style of football into the likes of the mercenaries over at Bolton or Southampton. Fooked off halfway into the season claiming citing his inability to get use to life at London. Nevermind he was being paid a godly wage compared to the job as France manager (less than 5k a week) but good riddance nonetheless. Paved the way nicely for Jol. 4) SCBC. Why SCBC, you might ask. AFter the fluke of a season when they finished in the top half(surprise) and managed to qualify for some cup, that little success obviously went over the heads of most fans who then declared themselves to be a 'big club'. Fuck, we even got scammed for 8.1 million for the shit that's Dean fooking Richards. But oh well he's finally retired after two years overdue after collecting his big week by doing shit on the bench. Hmm let's take a look at them this season..ahHAHAHAH..AHAHAH.A.FOOK OFFF another season messin with relegation. wow like was totally unexpected was it. Although they did provide us with a few laughs, like beating liverpool at the dell. We loaned you Davenport and Redknapp but that couldnt cover the shitness that was prevailing the entire squad. TRIVIA : Peter 'Crotch' Crouch used to be a tottenham reject. He wasn't too far off STephen carr for 'improving' his career by moving to Southampton :) 3) Stephen CArr: How are you doing :)))) 2) Everton: Everton 0-14 Milan next season. It's all lining up perfectly already. 1) Newcastle United: Never forgave them for the fluky goal they scored against us in the Semi after us dominating the entire match. But i must admit it's kinda fun watching Souness leaving his trail of destruction to..just about every match he's ever managed. How blackburn must be thanking their gods they got rid of him fast. filled with hooligans like Bellamy, Dyer, Bowyer and supposed 'young talents' like viana, milner, and jenas. Oh, and Stephen Carr. They must have the shittiest chairman in the entire league with a transfer fund that decreases in every weekend report. Boumsong 8 fucking million kill me plz. And thanks for the 6 points this season :) Monday, May 09, 2005 Coming down off the nova somewhere near the boiled egg that is the Royal Albert Hall, we watch Paul's sun crossed with John's star and hold ice cream hands. Someone slipped on a cassette as the one you wanted left with someone else but somehow it was cool because as the music filled the shadows, you heard a sound that was a million miles away from fakery and a step away from your heart.Just like it always did, this sound puts the swagger back into your step, the rush into your blood, but somehow, and I don't know how, they had become deeper, wider, soulful, better at their craft, inspired by so many things like a world that is tilting who knows where and the applause they always knew was theirs but waited so impatiently to receive. Words cut you from all angles, backed up by a monumental sound that rises high, high and high to crash against your rocks and then changes, majestically and magically to soothe the wounds inside. As you are dragged inside on this trip abandon, you hear a council estate singing its heart out, you hear the clink of loose change that is never enough to buy what you need, boredom and poverty, hours spent with a burnt out guitar, dirty pubs and cracked up pavements, violence and Iove, all rolled into one, and now all this. At the end you flip over and start again because now you are not isolated. They have gone to work so that you can go home. High above the day turns pink and you feel your feet lift above the ground as new roads open up in front of you. In this town the jury is always rigged but the people know. They always know the truth. Believe. Belief. Beyond. Their morning glory. Tuesday, May 03, 2005 I shall not be soft hearted again.I shall not be soft hearted again. I shall never be soft hearted again. Sunday, May 01, 2005 TOTTENHAM 5-1 ASSHIT VILLA.Stephen "I'm moving on to play for a bigger club" fooking Carr are you watching this ?? Ya watching how we - the very club which tolerated your fucked up performance in your last 2 seasons, your general bad attitude towards the clubs and fans, despite wearing the captain's armband each game, are well on our way towards Europe while the 'big' club you moved on to are like 5 points away from RELEGATION ?? Bet you didnt saw that when you happily deserted us for a higher paycheck barely blinking an eyelid, you ungrateful fooking judas, hows midtable life in tyneside hahaha you twat, fuck you, who needs carr when we have stephen kelly, muwahahahah |
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