Sunday, 7 June 2009
Sunday, 31 May 2009
Relic Hunter
Okay Guys. I've always loved Relic Hunter and was re-watching it when I came upon this funny conversation in the episode "Nothing but the Truth". Basically, Sydney Fox, an Ancient Studies prof and her teaching assistant Nigel Bailey are off to find the Chalice of Truth in this episode, where the person looking into it will speak nothing but the truth, hence the title. The thing is, their first lead to the Chalice points to a cooking school in France. Start watching Part 2 from 0.50 onwards. It's brilliantly funny.
Check out Part 3 of Nothing but the Truth, 4.36 is where the funny bits start.
Friday, 15 May 2009
Guardian Angel
Footsteps echoed throughout the room. A small flight of stairs led from the corridor down to the living room, a large fire roaring merrily in the fireplace. A spiral staircase descended from the ceiling in one corner of the living room, the same cream colour as the walls. A large couch took centre stage, positioned in front of the fire.
As she came into view, one could see that she was pressing her finger to her right ear, her face contorted in an expression of pain. Sensing something, she stopped short, pulling her hand away as she felt the presence of someone else behind her.
'Are you alright?'
The voice was decidedly male, and it held a tone of concern. She nodded. 'My ears hurt. It's nothing.'
He came closer to her, rested his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed it in a gesture that spoke volumes. 'Rest,' he said simply, pressing gently on her shoulder until she sat down on the couch. At his insistence, she laid down, looking up at him. Then all she saw was darkness as his hand covered her eyes, gently coaxing her to sleep. She could taste the scent of watermelon that always seemed to hang around him, and she smiled, fall into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, he was gone. There was nothing there to prove his presence. Or rather, his existence. She frowned sadly, then she paused, getting only a soft wisp of watermelon, but it was enough for her.
Her imaginary guardian angel was still watching over her. Always watching.
As she came into view, one could see that she was pressing her finger to her right ear, her face contorted in an expression of pain. Sensing something, she stopped short, pulling her hand away as she felt the presence of someone else behind her.
'Are you alright?'
The voice was decidedly male, and it held a tone of concern. She nodded. 'My ears hurt. It's nothing.'
He came closer to her, rested his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed it in a gesture that spoke volumes. 'Rest,' he said simply, pressing gently on her shoulder until she sat down on the couch. At his insistence, she laid down, looking up at him. Then all she saw was darkness as his hand covered her eyes, gently coaxing her to sleep. She could taste the scent of watermelon that always seemed to hang around him, and she smiled, fall into a deep sleep.
When she woke up, he was gone. There was nothing there to prove his presence. Or rather, his existence. She frowned sadly, then she paused, getting only a soft wisp of watermelon, but it was enough for her.
Her imaginary guardian angel was still watching over her. Always watching.
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
The Strategist
INTJ - The "Strategist"
Jungian Personality Types (Free Test)
INTJs are introspective, analytical, determined persons with natural leadership ability. Being reserved, they prefer to stay in the background while leading. Strategic, knowledgable and adaptable, INTJs are talented in bringing ideas from conception to reality. They expect perfection from themselves as well as others and are comfortable with the leadership of another so long as they are competent. INTJs can also be described as decisive, open-minded, self-confident, attentive, theoretical and pragmatic.
Guys, take this test. I want to see who has the personality I'm looking for cause I'm using them for my characters.
Jungian Personality Types (Free Test)
INTJs are introspective, analytical, determined persons with natural leadership ability. Being reserved, they prefer to stay in the background while leading. Strategic, knowledgable and adaptable, INTJs are talented in bringing ideas from conception to reality. They expect perfection from themselves as well as others and are comfortable with the leadership of another so long as they are competent. INTJs can also be described as decisive, open-minded, self-confident, attentive, theoretical and pragmatic.
Guys, take this test. I want to see who has the personality I'm looking for cause I'm using them for my characters.
Saturday, 2 May 2009
NEW!
Hey guys, my new email add is as follows:
elle.cjy@hotmail.com
Just because I have a new email add DOES NOT mean that I'm abandoning the old one.
This one is for official stuff like for college applications (coz the old one's too long) and all that.
I will still be using my old email add (kidphantomthief_1412@hotmail.com) for MSN/Windows Live Messenger.
I will NOT be using elle for the MSN Messenger so don't bother adding me okay?
elle.cjy@hotmail.com
Just because I have a new email add DOES NOT mean that I'm abandoning the old one.
This one is for official stuff like for college applications (coz the old one's too long) and all that.
I will still be using my old email add (kidphantomthief_1412@hotmail.com) for MSN/Windows Live Messenger.
I will NOT be using elle for the MSN Messenger so don't bother adding me okay?
Sunday, 19 April 2009
An Interesting Person that I Chanced Upon
Well, this is another one of my English essays. As you can see, the title is "An Interesting Person that I Chanced Upon." When teach gave out the title, the whole class, me included, was stumped on what to write about. I mean, how do you define interesting? Spent ages thinking about it, and finally got the inspiration (after many failed attempts) on the day before the due date that got me an "Interesting and Well Written" comment from my teach. Without further ado, here we go.
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An Interesting Person that I Chanced Upon
The train was about to pull away when I managed to slip in through the closing doors. Breathless from the run, I looked around the compartment, and managed to find a seat in the midst of the morning crowd. I hurried to claim it before anyone else did,
Leaning back, I said a silent prayer of relief. An aspiring author, I had been so engrossed typing away at my computer that I almost forgotten about the outing to the Paramore concert with my friends. As usual, I'd left things till the eleventh hour so I was in a bit of a rush as I hurriedly grabbed my bag and my new Canon camera, running all the way to the subway.
As I caught my breath, I glanced around me. A couple of men in suits, several old ladies gossiping over the latest episode of the Martha Stewart show...and her.
I narrowed my eyes. She looked to be thirteen or so, with brilliant auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her legs were crossed, and she was looking out of the window in a dreamy stare. Sunbeams poured into the window and onto her hair, causing it to shimmer in a mystical sort of way. Unable to resist, I lifted my Canon camera, and silently took several frames. She didn't appear to notice, still lost in her thoughts.
Shifting in my seat, I tried to observe her as surreptitously as I could. There was something about her that kept drawing my eyes to her. My gaze dropped to the literature book on her lap, and I smiled silently. I was already starting a new story in my head, of a young girl with the fresh look of a model and the intellect of a college student.
As if feeling my stare, the girl turned around, looking at me squarely in the face. Just as I thought up several plausible excuses that could explain why I was staring at her ("Oh, no. I was just admiring the view.") she leaned forward and flashed a smile. 'Hi. I'm Lauren.'
A little relieved, I relaxed and introduced myself. When she learnt of my dreams to be an author, she grinned delightedly. It seemed that Lauren was also a fan of the action/adventure genre that I wrote about. Her pleasure increased when I informed her that I planned to use her as a muse for the main character in a story, if she didn't mind. She didn't.
Whipping out my notebook, I took down notes as Lauren spoke of her life. I was surprised to learn that she was confirmed to have an IQ of 177, and that, despite being thirteen, she was already in high school instead of junior high. Then again, maybe I wasn't so surprised after all. She did strike me as a smart type.
My conversation with Lauren was, to describe it in one word, fun. We spoke about everything, and Lauren gave me her views on various aspects. I found her to be a strong-willed and indepedant thinker, with a strong belief in the fact that she needed to make a significant difference in the world. I recalled knowing about a word used to describe people like these, but at that moment, I couldn't remember. I made a mental note to check it up later.
The train slowed to a stop. Lauren and I got up, walking out of the subway and up the escalators together until she turned left at a crossroad. There, we said our goodbyes, me promising to finish my novel, and she promising to read it when it came out. I stood where I was, watching as Lauren disappeared into the crow. At that moment, I smiled. Although our paths would never cross again, I would always remember Lauren as an interesting person that I chanced upon.
Trotting down the road to where my friends were supposed to wait for me to arrive, I stopped at a magazine stall to pick up a copy of Galaxie. Thumbing through the pages, I caught sight of a particular article. It was about my favourite actress Keira Knightley, but it was the background colour that caught my eye. It was a deep shade of indigo, and suddenly I realized who Lauren was.
An indigo child. I chuckled quietly to myself. Well, fancy that.
_______________________________
An Interesting Person that I Chanced Upon
The train was about to pull away when I managed to slip in through the closing doors. Breathless from the run, I looked around the compartment, and managed to find a seat in the midst of the morning crowd. I hurried to claim it before anyone else did,
Leaning back, I said a silent prayer of relief. An aspiring author, I had been so engrossed typing away at my computer that I almost forgotten about the outing to the Paramore concert with my friends. As usual, I'd left things till the eleventh hour so I was in a bit of a rush as I hurriedly grabbed my bag and my new Canon camera, running all the way to the subway.
As I caught my breath, I glanced around me. A couple of men in suits, several old ladies gossiping over the latest episode of the Martha Stewart show...and her.
I narrowed my eyes. She looked to be thirteen or so, with brilliant auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her legs were crossed, and she was looking out of the window in a dreamy stare. Sunbeams poured into the window and onto her hair, causing it to shimmer in a mystical sort of way. Unable to resist, I lifted my Canon camera, and silently took several frames. She didn't appear to notice, still lost in her thoughts.
Shifting in my seat, I tried to observe her as surreptitously as I could. There was something about her that kept drawing my eyes to her. My gaze dropped to the literature book on her lap, and I smiled silently. I was already starting a new story in my head, of a young girl with the fresh look of a model and the intellect of a college student.
As if feeling my stare, the girl turned around, looking at me squarely in the face. Just as I thought up several plausible excuses that could explain why I was staring at her ("Oh, no. I was just admiring the view.") she leaned forward and flashed a smile. 'Hi. I'm Lauren.'
A little relieved, I relaxed and introduced myself. When she learnt of my dreams to be an author, she grinned delightedly. It seemed that Lauren was also a fan of the action/adventure genre that I wrote about. Her pleasure increased when I informed her that I planned to use her as a muse for the main character in a story, if she didn't mind. She didn't.
Whipping out my notebook, I took down notes as Lauren spoke of her life. I was surprised to learn that she was confirmed to have an IQ of 177, and that, despite being thirteen, she was already in high school instead of junior high. Then again, maybe I wasn't so surprised after all. She did strike me as a smart type.
My conversation with Lauren was, to describe it in one word, fun. We spoke about everything, and Lauren gave me her views on various aspects. I found her to be a strong-willed and indepedant thinker, with a strong belief in the fact that she needed to make a significant difference in the world. I recalled knowing about a word used to describe people like these, but at that moment, I couldn't remember. I made a mental note to check it up later.
The train slowed to a stop. Lauren and I got up, walking out of the subway and up the escalators together until she turned left at a crossroad. There, we said our goodbyes, me promising to finish my novel, and she promising to read it when it came out. I stood where I was, watching as Lauren disappeared into the crow. At that moment, I smiled. Although our paths would never cross again, I would always remember Lauren as an interesting person that I chanced upon.
Trotting down the road to where my friends were supposed to wait for me to arrive, I stopped at a magazine stall to pick up a copy of Galaxie. Thumbing through the pages, I caught sight of a particular article. It was about my favourite actress Keira Knightley, but it was the background colour that caught my eye. It was a deep shade of indigo, and suddenly I realized who Lauren was.
An indigo child. I chuckled quietly to myself. Well, fancy that.
Friday, 17 April 2009
Your Eyes
Your Eyes by Alexz Johnson
* Favourite sentences highlighted in red
* Particular favourites in blue
If I was drowning in the sea
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star
Would you be right there and catch me?
If I was dreaming of your kiss
Would you look right through me?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bulletproof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you
If my heart was sadder than a song
Would you still listen?
If my tears fell on you, one by one
Would you see them glisten?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm just dancing on the roof
Every single thing you say makes me want to run away
Sometimes love's a rainy day but life goes on
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bulletproof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you
* Favourite sentences highlighted in red
* Particular favourites in blue
If I was drowning in the sea
Would you dive right in and save me?
If I was falling like a star
Would you be right there and catch me?
If I was dreaming of your kiss
Would you look right through me?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bulletproof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you
If my heart was sadder than a song
Would you still listen?
If my tears fell on you, one by one
Would you see them glisten?
On the street I'm waiting
In my heart it's raining
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bullet-proof
Now I'm just dancing on the roof
Every single thing you say makes me want to run away
Sometimes love's a rainy day but life goes on
Your eyes are holding up the sky
Your eyes make me weak I don't know why
Your eyes make me scared to tell the truth
I thought my heart was bulletproof
Now I'm dancing on the roof
And everybody knows I'm into you
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