Haihz. Really didn't wanna do his tag coz I've got so used to seeing my ADD test results at the top of my blog. Anyway, I want Zhuo Liang to take the test, see how much he scores.
Rules:
1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.
Starting time: 5.55 pm (according to my laptop clock)
Name: Elyssia Chin
Sisters: 1
Brothers: None, unfortunately.
Shoe size : Gosh, I don't know!
Height: 166 cm. That's 5 feet 5.35 inches. Gosh, I'm short!
Where do you live: Check the Yellow Pages. I'm listed. (I think)
Favourite drinks: Uh, not too sure. My mind changes regularly.
Favourite breakfast: Toast. I like toast. Say no to milk.
Have you ever been on a plane: I....think so. I don't remember.
Swam in the ocean: Yes. But I was very young. Like, 5-8 years old?
Fallen asleep in school: If catnaps count, yes. If bored to the actual point where you start snoring, then no.
Broken someone's heart: I'm....not sure. Well, they don't exactly come up to me and say, 'You broke my heart into pieces!', now, do they?
Fell off your chair: Not lately, no.
Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: Yep. Just on Thursday. Was waiting for Louise to call so we could chat after so long.
Saved e-mails: I don't even check my inbox! What does that tell you?
What is your room like: Uh, quite nice. Two beds, one for me and one for sis. Huge wardrobe all filled with sis's clothes. Mine are stuffed away into drawers or hung next to the stairs. Walls are peach colored. The wall next to my bed is stuck with glow-in-the-dark stars and whatnot. Nice stereo. A nightlight. Yeah, that's about it.
What's right beside you: Handphone, books, more books.....
What is the last thing you ate: Lunch.
Ever had chicken pox: Yep.
Sore throat: Every once a month with a slight fever and cold. Guareenteed. I'm just weird like that. So much for my immune system.
Stitches: Nope.
Broken nose: You're mad! You're absolutely bloody mad! How in the name of all things good and righteous am I supposed to get my nose broken? Walk into a lamp post?
Do you believe in love at first sight: Yes. Somehow I do.
Like picnics: Yeap. Used to have lotsa them when I was a kid.
Who was the last person you danced with: Uh, very awkward topic. A boy at a friend's birthday party.
Last made you smile: Uh, have I mentioned that I'm so easily amused it's pitiful?
You last yelled at: I have no idea.
Today did you:
Talk to someone you like: Clarify. Like as in general or like like?
Kissed anyone: Nope.
Get sick: Nope.
Talked to an ex: Don't have one. Next.
Miss someone: I'll get back to you on that one.
Best feeling in the world: Zhuo Liang's right. This question sounds weird.
Do you sleep with stuffed animals: YES!!!!!XD
What's under your bed: Not sure what this question means so yeah. Skip!!!
Who do you really hate: Many, many people I won't even mention on this blog. Nah, it's just Mr. Celery.
What time is it now: 6.39 pm. I took more than half an hour on this tag, yeah?
Randoms:
Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now:
You don't need to know that.
Q: Do you have any siblings:
Yes...refer to the beginning of the tag, please.
Q: Do you want children:
Yes...I want kids!!!!!!!!!! Just not now.
Q: Do you smile often:
Why is this tag so repetitive? I have already mentioned I'm so easily amused I'm pitiful. Fine, if you must know, yes when I'm not feeling moody.
Q: Do you like your hand-writing:
Yes?
Q: Are your toenails painted:
A question not worth asking and not worth wasting your time on. I don't like nail polish.
Q: Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:
This sounds really weird and stalkerish.
Q: What colour shirt are you wearing:
White with orange stripes and blue lettering on yellow.
Q: What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday:
Stuff.
Q: I can't wait till:
I really have no idea how to answer this one. Till I'm finally able to use a sword/cutlass and do archery like Keira Knightley? Till I finally become a pirate/thief? That would be preetty awesome. *laughs*
Q: When did you cry last:
Quite a while ago. Can't really remember.
Q: Are you a friendly person:
I don't think so, but get a second opinion from my friends. OY, Louise, Erina, am I friendly?
Q: Do you have any pets:
Yes. She died. Refer to the post below the one below this one.
Where is the person you have feelings for right now?
I wouldn't know.
Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?
I don't like hand holding.
Do you sleep with the TV on?
Considering I don't have the TV in my room....
What are you doing right now?
This. Is. A. Pathetically. Pointless. Question.
Have you ever crawled through a window?
Nope. Can I?
Can you handle the truth?
Yes. But I'll most probably cry if the truth's too harsh. (Gotta copy ZL's for this)
Are you closer to your mother or father?
Dad.
Who was the last person you cried in front of?
No one.
How many people can you say you've really loved?
Again, clarify. Love as in 'I love you, you love me' Barney love or 'I love you, I want to be your soulmate' love?
Do you eat healthy?
Yes.
Today?
Not yet.
Do you still have pictures of you & your ex?
Did I mention I don't have an ex?
Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?Unfortunately.
How often do you go to church?
Once a week.
If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?
I usually don't go to anyone.
Are you loud or quiet most of the time?
Mix of both, perhaps? I like that word. Perhaps. Sounds so vague and clear at the same time.
Are you confident?
I hardly think so. I like that word too. Hardly. Makes me feel so British.
5 things I was doing 10 years ago..(1998)...That would make me...six?
1. Uh. Whatever six year olds do.
2. Probably watching Barney. I love Barney. I still like Barney. I think.
3. And uh, eating.
4. And watching Sesame Street. Elmo's World.
5. I almost drowned my sister once. I was still using the airbands thingy to help me float. My sis came over and laughed at me and successfully removed one of them. I panicked, thought I was drowning, and I grabbed my sister and pulled her down with me. It took my aunt and uncle to separate us. She then gave me a large whack followed by, 'WHY YOU PULL ME DOWN FOR?'
5 things on my to-do list today
1. Study study study.
2. Learn how to study. Seriously I don't know. I asked my sister once and she looked at me like I was retarded.
3. Learn how to do Log from Ben.
4. Remember to wake up at six a.m. tomorrow.
5. Study study study.
5 snacks I enjoy.
1. Currently it's ice cream.
2. And nougat.
3. Apples.
4. Grapes.
5. Food.
5 things I would do if I were a billionaire
1. Save?
2. Give money to mom, dad and sis.
3. Build my dream house in Hertfordshire. Buy some horses. Get some dogs. Live life ala Lizzy Bennet from Pride and Prejudice, only complete with modern day technology.
4. Travel the world. Always had a soft spot for Paris, St. Petersburg and Hounslow. Ah yes. Own a house in Hounslow.
5. Pay Alina Andrei and Mark Edward Lewis to teach me how to weild and use a sword and bows and arrows ala Keira Knightley, both in real-life fighting and on-screen Hollywood fighting. Anyone who's seen heir videos know they're the people who choreograph Hollywood's fighting scenes including, I think, Star Wars.
5 of my bad habits
1. ADD makes me have moodswings and all that crap. I yell a lot.
2. According to Lou, I'm constantly dwelling in a fantasy world. So I like being a secret agent. Sue me. You know, Jit Sun was actually the first to take me seriously. He was like, 'Okay, let's go to court now and I'll sue you!'
3. I'm quite the procrastinator.
4. Uh, I like being the center of attention I think? Maybe conceited?
5. I like annoying people just for the fun of it.
5 places I have lived in
1. My house
2. Uh, uncle's house in Ipoh.
3. Hotel in Port Dickson
4. Mom's cousin's house in Kuantan
5. Yeah well, that's probably about it.
5 jobs I've had
*smirks* I'm glad to say I've never found a need to work. But planning on it during hols.
5 People I tag
1. Xin Wei
2. Emma my cousin
3. Louise
4. Elaine. I like her. She does all my tags.
5. Gloria. Yes, I'm sorry about Lasagna. But we managed to get beef.
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Wednesday, 1 October 2008
ADD?
Results of your Attention Deficit Disorder Quiz
You scored a total of 93
It is highly likely that you are presently suffering from adult attention deficit disorder, according to your responses on this self-report questionnaire. You should not take this as a diagnosis of any sort, or a recommendation for treatment. However, it would be advisable and likely beneficial for you to seek further diagnosis from a trained mental health professional immediately.
It is highly likely that you are presently suffering from adult attention deficit disorder, according to your responses on this self-report questionnaire. You should not take this as a diagnosis of any sort, or a recommendation for treatment. However, it would be advisable and likely beneficial for you to seek further diagnosis from a trained mental health professional immediately.
S C O R I N G K E Y
If you scored You May Have
>70 & up... Adult ADHD
>50-69 Moderate ADHD
>35-49 Mild ADHD
>25-34 Borderline ADHD
>0-24 No ADHD likely.
Xin Wei & Erina were right. I do have ADHD. Another titbit to use for Taylor Ashford.
Friday, 26 September 2008
"There's an Angel on my shoulder looking after me..."
Friday. 26th of September, 2008.
It should've been a happy day. It was the beginning of a one-week holiday, two weeks after which were the end year exams. But then, my dog died.
Yes, my very adorable Angel girl. A Golden-Retriever and Cocker Spaniel mixed dog, she came to us about five years ago, given by our opposite house neighbour. That time the biggest decision we had to make was what to name the dog: Angel (sis's choice) or Frisky (mine). She had been hiding under the couch, so we each threw out our names at her. She came out when sis called Angel, probably because it rhymed with Girl. (Somehow, Malaysian speak lah).
Earlier in school today, I was being super moody (dunno why) and everyone commented, asking why I looked so sad, and I went, 'No I'm not! What made you think that?'
But today, I came home, had lunch, and Dad said that Angel had a huge gaping wound on her chest. I wasn't really that shocked. She had several lumps on her chest, and caught maggot infection for quite a while already. After lunch Dad called the vet and got me to help him get Angel to the vet's office, which was in Section 14.
We pushed the front passenger seat forward, and laid a huge plastic sheet and newspapers on the space/floor so she could sit there and not get the car dirty (she was bleeding, mind you). We had the windows down, and Angel was evidentally enjoying the ride.
Then at the vet's office, they told us she had breast cancer, and it was a call between putting her down or giving her medication, which will treat the maggot infection but not the cancer, and that she only had 6-8 months more to live.
2. 45 pm. Went back out into the lobby, Dad called Mom and Sis who were at home, and decided to put her to sleep, and then I started crying.
The vet took us to the back room (when they diagnosed her they muzzled her and put her on a metal table but she didn't bark or anything; then they put her in the back room where there were a few dogs as well) and Dad and I patted her and I was crying at the same time. They explained that they will feed her, slip her a couple of sleeping pills and give her the injection when she's asleep. And I looked at her and she looked so sad, like she know her time was almost up.
Then Dad paid the vet for putting her to sleep (RM 100) and to dispose of her body (RM 180, depending on body weight). And we took her leash, and went home, and I was crying all the way. That was almost 3 o'clock.
Showered and got ready for chemistry tuition. Then remembered that we wanted her collar (that had her license and little dog bones on it) so Dad dropped me off at tuition and went to pick up the collar. By then they'd already done it. Went back home. And the whole family cried. I couldn't stop crying.
Goodbye, sweet Angel girl. My first brush with death. But at least she's now with God in a better place. There's an Angel on my shoulder looking after me...and that Angel is you.
Sunday, 21 September 2008
The Helix Assignment [Part 9]
Ok people before I start, I'm gonna put this on hiatus for a while coz of the upcoming exams, but I promise to start it again when it's done. Btw, the telekinetic thief (formerly known as Drew Quincy, currently known as Edmund Darcy, is now changing his name to.........Jack Cedric Russell. Please ignore any other versions and simply replace them with Jack Russell.)
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Hiro spat his milk out. Jen blinked as splatters of white liquid dropped onto her table while Pierce reached out a hand and pulled her plate of toast away to avoid the milk. 'Gosh, Hiro,' Aqua said, wrinkling her nose disgustedly. 'I know you're quite stunned, but there's no need to do that.' She grabbed some tissues and threw them at Hiro, who wiped the mess he made with a halfhearted gesture of "sorry".
Joye looked at Jen seriously. 'I didn't know you had a sister.'
Jen shrugged. 'She's my half-sister. I think she was about eleven years older than me. Mom doesn't really talk much about her. According to Dad, Carol was placed into boarding school in Switzerland. They haven't met since Christmas last year, which was the only time we've met personally. But she's super cool.' She shook her head in despair. 'I can't think of anyone that would do this to her. Who are these people?'
Elsa frowned. 'That's what we gonna find out.'
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'Have I mention how much I hate dead bodies?' Aqua complained. Joye rolled her eyes. 'Not since two seconds ago. Gosh Aqua, what's the big deal? You're not the one touching it.'
Aqua snorted. 'Hello, remember the time we dissected Pau? It was so cute, and I wanted to keep it.'
'But you dissected it anyway, so who cares?' Elsa replied shortly. 'Besides, it's a frog! Get over it!' She heard Pierce call out her name. 'There. That's the morgue.' She pointed to a white building on her left. 'And there,' she turned ninety degrees, her hand still outstretched. Elsa followed her finger until they saw Caroline's apartment several blocks down.
'And Backstone Park, where she was found,' Pierce continued, pointing out the direction. 'And there,' she stopped suddenly. 'That's the alley where she was found, again. This time in the duffel bag.'
Elsa shrugged. 'You know what they say, divide and conquer. But problem is, there's only six of us.'
'Maybe I can help.'
Elsa recognized the voice instantly. 'Jack Russell.'
The gentleman thief smiled at her, this time wearing a sweater and jeans. 'Hello, Elsa.' He smiled at her companion. 'And you are?'
'None of your concern,' Pierce snapped back. 'So, this is the man you were after?'
Elsa inclined her head. 'Jack Russell, this is Pierce.'
'The pleasure is mine,' he said charmingly. Pierce's eyes flickered to him once. 'Unfortunately I can't say the same.'
Jack smiled. This one was cool, too cool. He had a feeling he'd enjoy ruffling her feathers. 'I've come to offer my help.'
'And why would you help us? If I remember correctly, you were against us.'
'Elsa, Elsa, ye of little faith. Can a man not change his ways once in a while?'
'Hey Pierce, what's that old adage about a leopard not changing his spots?'
Jack had to give it to her. She was tough. Pierce on the other hand, took a longer time to figure out. He decided to change direction. 'Look, Pierce, is it? The only reason why I'm helping is because in helping you, I help myself.
'The people who are doing this, they're obviously targeting mutants. Caroline Victor was the first mutant to fall. How many deaths do we need before the mutant world goes extinct? I don't know about you, but I don't want to end up Slushie like Ms Victor, God rest her soul. Are you willing to join forces? If not, I can always go solo. But sticking together in times like this fares better. So what say you?'
Elsa and Pierce exchanged looks. 'Fine,' Elsa finally spoke. Pierce hadn't said a word. Then her eyes shifted behind him, and Jack swung around as Aqua came running. Her eyes widened initially at Jack's presence, but ignored it as she turned to Elsa. 'You guys gotta come quick.'
'Why?'
'There's been another murder,' Aqua panted breathlessly. 'This time, it's a kid around our age. His name is Jonathan Hewley.'
Pierce stiffened. 'God help us,' she muttered.
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Hiro spat his milk out. Jen blinked as splatters of white liquid dropped onto her table while Pierce reached out a hand and pulled her plate of toast away to avoid the milk. 'Gosh, Hiro,' Aqua said, wrinkling her nose disgustedly. 'I know you're quite stunned, but there's no need to do that.' She grabbed some tissues and threw them at Hiro, who wiped the mess he made with a halfhearted gesture of "sorry".
Joye looked at Jen seriously. 'I didn't know you had a sister.'
Jen shrugged. 'She's my half-sister. I think she was about eleven years older than me. Mom doesn't really talk much about her. According to Dad, Carol was placed into boarding school in Switzerland. They haven't met since Christmas last year, which was the only time we've met personally. But she's super cool.' She shook her head in despair. 'I can't think of anyone that would do this to her. Who are these people?'
Elsa frowned. 'That's what we gonna find out.'
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'Have I mention how much I hate dead bodies?' Aqua complained. Joye rolled her eyes. 'Not since two seconds ago. Gosh Aqua, what's the big deal? You're not the one touching it.'
Aqua snorted. 'Hello, remember the time we dissected Pau? It was so cute, and I wanted to keep it.'
'But you dissected it anyway, so who cares?' Elsa replied shortly. 'Besides, it's a frog! Get over it!' She heard Pierce call out her name. 'There. That's the morgue.' She pointed to a white building on her left. 'And there,' she turned ninety degrees, her hand still outstretched. Elsa followed her finger until they saw Caroline's apartment several blocks down.
'And Backstone Park, where she was found,' Pierce continued, pointing out the direction. 'And there,' she stopped suddenly. 'That's the alley where she was found, again. This time in the duffel bag.'
Elsa shrugged. 'You know what they say, divide and conquer. But problem is, there's only six of us.'
'Maybe I can help.'
Elsa recognized the voice instantly. 'Jack Russell.'
The gentleman thief smiled at her, this time wearing a sweater and jeans. 'Hello, Elsa.' He smiled at her companion. 'And you are?'
'None of your concern,' Pierce snapped back. 'So, this is the man you were after?'
Elsa inclined her head. 'Jack Russell, this is Pierce.'
'The pleasure is mine,' he said charmingly. Pierce's eyes flickered to him once. 'Unfortunately I can't say the same.'
Jack smiled. This one was cool, too cool. He had a feeling he'd enjoy ruffling her feathers. 'I've come to offer my help.'
'And why would you help us? If I remember correctly, you were against us.'
'Elsa, Elsa, ye of little faith. Can a man not change his ways once in a while?'
'Hey Pierce, what's that old adage about a leopard not changing his spots?'
Jack had to give it to her. She was tough. Pierce on the other hand, took a longer time to figure out. He decided to change direction. 'Look, Pierce, is it? The only reason why I'm helping is because in helping you, I help myself.
'The people who are doing this, they're obviously targeting mutants. Caroline Victor was the first mutant to fall. How many deaths do we need before the mutant world goes extinct? I don't know about you, but I don't want to end up Slushie like Ms Victor, God rest her soul. Are you willing to join forces? If not, I can always go solo. But sticking together in times like this fares better. So what say you?'
Elsa and Pierce exchanged looks. 'Fine,' Elsa finally spoke. Pierce hadn't said a word. Then her eyes shifted behind him, and Jack swung around as Aqua came running. Her eyes widened initially at Jack's presence, but ignored it as she turned to Elsa. 'You guys gotta come quick.'
'Why?'
'There's been another murder,' Aqua panted breathlessly. 'This time, it's a kid around our age. His name is Jonathan Hewley.'
Pierce stiffened. 'God help us,' she muttered.
Sunday, 7 September 2008
The Helix Assignment [Part 8]
Joye was already seated at the table when Jen walked in, yawning. Hiro had buried his nose in a large glass of milk, while Aqua was flipping the newspaper pages idly.
'Morning?' Jen asked tentively. Aqua looked up and smiled. 'Hey. Thanks for letting us crash, by the way. This is a beautiful home.'
Jen smiled over her mug. 'Thank you. How did you guys get involved with the whole--' she waved her hand, and Aqua knew she was talking about their mutant issue.
Aqua shrugged. 'I'm not that sure. I guess it started when I was a really young kid. I was at summer camp, and they had this swimming competition.'
Joye cut in. 'And long story short, she found out she was hydrokinetic. As for me, I was born in Boston. My mum and dad got divorced when I turned six. Since then, I've been living with mum and her new boyfriend, Walter.' Joye gave a snort of disgust. 'And now they want to have a baby! Can you imagine that?'
Jen shook her head laughingly. Joye was a dramatic, that much she knew. She turned to the sole remaning member who hadn't spoken. 'And you, Hiro?'
The boy looked up at her blankly, and returned to his milk without a word. Hiro loved his milk. Besides, he couldn't speak and the only person who could act as translator wasn't up yet.
Just then, the door to the dining room opened and Elsa walked in, followed by Pierce who was already dressed in her customary redingote coat, with a red scarf wrapped around her neck, which made her look so much older than her real age. She looked around the dining table. 'Hello,' she said politely, more than anything out of habit instead of actually wanting to make conversation.
Sitting down, she refilled Hiro's glass of milk, much to his delight, and started buttering toast for both Elsa and her. Everyone raised their eyebrows at this. Had Pierce and Elsa reconciled in the middle of the night?
Aqua had continued reading the papers when she stopped on a page. '"Mystery Murder: Authorities Baffled."' The headlines caught everyone's attention as Aqua continued reading. '"Last night, a young woman was found dead several blocks from Backstone Park, near a housing area. The woman, identified as Caroline Victor, 27, from Houston, Texas, was an accountant for Wilcox Pharmaseuticals. After the post mortem, Medical Examiner D.G. Horth discovered something strange.
No one noticed the way Jen paled. Pierce inhaled sharply, sensing something from Jen, but kept silent.
'"Horth said in his report that the victim "was found with no injuries on her body, except for two small marks on her arm that appeared to be teeth marks." He also remarked that the victim did not suffer from any other cuts or bruises, and no evidence of trauma was found. However, when Victor was cut open, it was revealed that she was "totally devoid of blood", bringing forth the theory that the killer is a New-Age vampire."'
Elsa grabbed the papers and glanced through it quickly, Pierce reading it over her shoulder calmly while taking a bite of buttery toast. Everyone else was staring in stunned disbelief as Elsa picked up where Aqua had left off.
'"The mystery thickens when the body, which was left on the autopsy table in the morgue, was stolen in the middle of the night despite the presence of guard patrols. Authorities assume the body was taken away by the killer when it reappeared in a duffel bag. Upon unzipping the duffel bag, police and medical examiner alike were shocked by the contents. Sources say that Caroline Victor's body was a mass of flesh and skin. The bones, however, were missing. And again, there was no sign or evidence of a cut or tear to show how the bones were removed."'
'Morning?' Jen asked tentively. Aqua looked up and smiled. 'Hey. Thanks for letting us crash, by the way. This is a beautiful home.'
Jen smiled over her mug. 'Thank you. How did you guys get involved with the whole--' she waved her hand, and Aqua knew she was talking about their mutant issue.
Aqua shrugged. 'I'm not that sure. I guess it started when I was a really young kid. I was at summer camp, and they had this swimming competition.'
Joye cut in. 'And long story short, she found out she was hydrokinetic. As for me, I was born in Boston. My mum and dad got divorced when I turned six. Since then, I've been living with mum and her new boyfriend, Walter.' Joye gave a snort of disgust. 'And now they want to have a baby! Can you imagine that?'
Jen shook her head laughingly. Joye was a dramatic, that much she knew. She turned to the sole remaning member who hadn't spoken. 'And you, Hiro?'
The boy looked up at her blankly, and returned to his milk without a word. Hiro loved his milk. Besides, he couldn't speak and the only person who could act as translator wasn't up yet.
Just then, the door to the dining room opened and Elsa walked in, followed by Pierce who was already dressed in her customary redingote coat, with a red scarf wrapped around her neck, which made her look so much older than her real age. She looked around the dining table. 'Hello,' she said politely, more than anything out of habit instead of actually wanting to make conversation.
Sitting down, she refilled Hiro's glass of milk, much to his delight, and started buttering toast for both Elsa and her. Everyone raised their eyebrows at this. Had Pierce and Elsa reconciled in the middle of the night?
Aqua had continued reading the papers when she stopped on a page. '"Mystery Murder: Authorities Baffled."' The headlines caught everyone's attention as Aqua continued reading. '"Last night, a young woman was found dead several blocks from Backstone Park, near a housing area. The woman, identified as Caroline Victor, 27, from Houston, Texas, was an accountant for Wilcox Pharmaseuticals. After the post mortem, Medical Examiner D.G. Horth discovered something strange.
No one noticed the way Jen paled. Pierce inhaled sharply, sensing something from Jen, but kept silent.
'"Horth said in his report that the victim "was found with no injuries on her body, except for two small marks on her arm that appeared to be teeth marks." He also remarked that the victim did not suffer from any other cuts or bruises, and no evidence of trauma was found. However, when Victor was cut open, it was revealed that she was "totally devoid of blood", bringing forth the theory that the killer is a New-Age vampire."'
Elsa grabbed the papers and glanced through it quickly, Pierce reading it over her shoulder calmly while taking a bite of buttery toast. Everyone else was staring in stunned disbelief as Elsa picked up where Aqua had left off.
'"The mystery thickens when the body, which was left on the autopsy table in the morgue, was stolen in the middle of the night despite the presence of guard patrols. Authorities assume the body was taken away by the killer when it reappeared in a duffel bag. Upon unzipping the duffel bag, police and medical examiner alike were shocked by the contents. Sources say that Caroline Victor's body was a mass of flesh and skin. The bones, however, were missing. And again, there was no sign or evidence of a cut or tear to show how the bones were removed."'
'Yep,' Joye gave a quick, oh-yeah nod. 'Sounds like something more super than natural going on to me.'
'It is,' Pierce spoke up. 'Caroline Victor was a mutant. And Jen knows something about her,' she looked up. 'Doesn't she?'
Jen swallowed as four pairs of eyes looked at her expectantly. Then, she knew she had to tell the truth. 'Caroline Victor,' she began haltingly. 'She's my sister.'
Friday, 5 September 2008
The Helix Assignment [Part 7]
Caroline Victor walked out of the cafe warily. Sniffing the air surreptitiously, her feral nose detected two men who was following right behind her. At this point, Caroline was ready to let out a good roar of frustration. Those two men had been shadowing her for the past week, and she'd been ignoring them for the most part. But now, it was going way too out of line.
She'd have to teach them a lesson they'd never forget.
Quickening her pace, Caroline stepped jauntily onto the street. Thanks to her feral senses, she could hear the two men falling into step right behind her. Hiding a smile behind her hand, she started jogging, forcing the two men who were following her to hurry up as well.
Oh, it was just too good. How gullible.
She led them around 4 blocks of buildings and past a deserted park, finally managing to loose them at a dark alley just walking distance from the cafe they started. She figured they'd find their way back soon enough. Grinning, she skipped down the road to her house when someone blocked the road in front of her. Looking up, Caroline watched as the taller of the two men neared, his palm outstretched, his mouth open.
No one heard her scream.
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Elsa sat up in the middle of the night again, unable to fall asleep. They were crashing in Jen Lophat's house, which was far bigger and much more private considering Jen's parents had migrated over to Canada six months back. The only reason Jen was staying was because she wanted to finish high school before going to college in Toronto.
Shaking her head, Elsa threw the covers back and got up. She walked to the door and let herself out carefully, trying not to wake Aqua, who was snoring from exhaustion.
Making her way to the kitchen, Elsa poured herself a glass of water before a dull thunk caught her attention. It sounded like leather on leather, a noise that was out of the ordinary on this silent night. Everyone else was sleeping. How could it possibly be?
Bracing herself, Elsa crept as silently as she could along the corridor, unknowingly levitating herself as she tried to be unnoticeable. Turning around a door, she found herself looking at a room that was filled with various exercising equipment. There was a state-of-the-art treadmill and weights, and the floor was padded with some sort of material. One of the walls had various weapons and swords attached to it.
There. There it was again, the dull thunk, followed by several soft, barely audible grunts. Dropping lightly to her feet, Elsa watched quietly as Pierce hit the punchbag, dealing it with a roundhouse kick before throwing another punch. Her breaths coming in pants, she steadied the punchbag before speaking. 'I told you I don't appreciate trespassers.' She sounded stern, like a teacher who had repeated herself one time too many to an overly curious student.
Elsa snorted. 'Don't flatter yourself. Don't you sleep at night?' No answer from Pierce. Well, she'd expected that. 'Wow. Would you believe the Lophats actually have a gym here?' She neared the punchbag and eyed Pierce warily, who was removing the boxing gloves from her hands. 'Where did you learn how to fight like that?'
Pierce looked up, with a glance that reminded Elsa of Pierce's earlier sentence, but she answered anyway. 'I grew up in the worst place you could ever imagine. There, you get two options: fight or flight.' She gave a dry laugh. 'Which wasn't much of an option after all. At first, I chose to run. All I earned were broken fingers and a dislocated shoulder. They kept on pushing, just pushing,' her eyes darkened. 'One day, I snapped. I fought back.'
'And?' Elsa asked. Pierce shrugged. 'I learnt how to defend myself. And you? What's your sob story? Oh, wait, let me guess. Rich family, loving parents, with dreams of going to Harvard or Oxford or whatever, getting a job in Daddy's company and whatnot until something happened to change your life forever?'
Elsa raised an eyebrow. 'I don't supposed you'll tell me how you got that?' Pierce's look of scorn was all the answer she needed. 'Well, you hit it right on the head. Yeah, I have loving parents and all that, and it was going to happen exactly as you said. Ivy League Colleges. A degree in business.' Her voice softened. 'Then Mom and Dad died in a car crash. And that's when I found out I was adopted. Been trying to figure out who my real parents are. I'm living off on my allowance from my inheritance, so I get by. But I've always wondered if they'd ever...' her voice trailed off.
Pierce sighed, and leaned forward, one hand on Elsa's arm. 'I bet they have,' she said quietly, finishing the sentence as she sent waves of comfort to Elsa, who visibly relaxed after a while. When she figured time enough had passed, she got up and headed for the door. Elsa's voice held her back with a question. 'How were your parents like?'
Pierce turned away. 'They don't deserve to be mentioned.' She gave a dry laugh as she looked back. 'Sounded bitter, didn't it?'
Elsa shrugged. 'I guess. What did they do to you that made you hate them so much?'
There was silence for a while, before Pierce spoke again. 'You know what your problem is, Elsa? You're too trusting. You're apt to like people in general, but sometimes they just turn around and betray you in a split second.'
Elsa's eyebrows raised. 'Is that why you're so cynical? You were betrayed once, weren't you? As for me, I'm a nice person. I don't like hating other people because of something wrong they did to me. I'm not spiteful. All I can do is erase the memory of whatever they did and let bygones be bygones.'
'Really?' An amused smirk played at Pierce's lips as she turned around and glanced at Elsa. It was the first time she'd noticed that Pierce's eyes were blue. 'Even to those low-life scum who made your life miserable?'
'Yes,' Elsa replied firmly. 'Even to them. I know, you're thinking that there is no true justice in the world right now, and I agree. I'm just not that vindictive.'
'Well, I am,' Pierce countered back coolly. 'I get even. I get my revenge. And if it were up to me, I'd make sure that each and everyone of them die a painful death. But that's just me. Little word of advice. Don't let anyone in too easily. It's a good way to get yourself killed.'
Elsa swung around. 'Not even friends?'
'Especially not friends,' Pierce said. 'Your most dangerous enemies are the friends you've double-crossed. They'll always come back to bite you in the behind.'
She left the gym without another word, leaving Elsa behind, wrapped in her thoughts.
She'd have to teach them a lesson they'd never forget.
Quickening her pace, Caroline stepped jauntily onto the street. Thanks to her feral senses, she could hear the two men falling into step right behind her. Hiding a smile behind her hand, she started jogging, forcing the two men who were following her to hurry up as well.
Oh, it was just too good. How gullible.
She led them around 4 blocks of buildings and past a deserted park, finally managing to loose them at a dark alley just walking distance from the cafe they started. She figured they'd find their way back soon enough. Grinning, she skipped down the road to her house when someone blocked the road in front of her. Looking up, Caroline watched as the taller of the two men neared, his palm outstretched, his mouth open.
No one heard her scream.
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Elsa sat up in the middle of the night again, unable to fall asleep. They were crashing in Jen Lophat's house, which was far bigger and much more private considering Jen's parents had migrated over to Canada six months back. The only reason Jen was staying was because she wanted to finish high school before going to college in Toronto.
Shaking her head, Elsa threw the covers back and got up. She walked to the door and let herself out carefully, trying not to wake Aqua, who was snoring from exhaustion.
Making her way to the kitchen, Elsa poured herself a glass of water before a dull thunk caught her attention. It sounded like leather on leather, a noise that was out of the ordinary on this silent night. Everyone else was sleeping. How could it possibly be?
Bracing herself, Elsa crept as silently as she could along the corridor, unknowingly levitating herself as she tried to be unnoticeable. Turning around a door, she found herself looking at a room that was filled with various exercising equipment. There was a state-of-the-art treadmill and weights, and the floor was padded with some sort of material. One of the walls had various weapons and swords attached to it.
There. There it was again, the dull thunk, followed by several soft, barely audible grunts. Dropping lightly to her feet, Elsa watched quietly as Pierce hit the punchbag, dealing it with a roundhouse kick before throwing another punch. Her breaths coming in pants, she steadied the punchbag before speaking. 'I told you I don't appreciate trespassers.' She sounded stern, like a teacher who had repeated herself one time too many to an overly curious student.
Elsa snorted. 'Don't flatter yourself. Don't you sleep at night?' No answer from Pierce. Well, she'd expected that. 'Wow. Would you believe the Lophats actually have a gym here?' She neared the punchbag and eyed Pierce warily, who was removing the boxing gloves from her hands. 'Where did you learn how to fight like that?'
Pierce looked up, with a glance that reminded Elsa of Pierce's earlier sentence, but she answered anyway. 'I grew up in the worst place you could ever imagine. There, you get two options: fight or flight.' She gave a dry laugh. 'Which wasn't much of an option after all. At first, I chose to run. All I earned were broken fingers and a dislocated shoulder. They kept on pushing, just pushing,' her eyes darkened. 'One day, I snapped. I fought back.'
'And?' Elsa asked. Pierce shrugged. 'I learnt how to defend myself. And you? What's your sob story? Oh, wait, let me guess. Rich family, loving parents, with dreams of going to Harvard or Oxford or whatever, getting a job in Daddy's company and whatnot until something happened to change your life forever?'
Elsa raised an eyebrow. 'I don't supposed you'll tell me how you got that?' Pierce's look of scorn was all the answer she needed. 'Well, you hit it right on the head. Yeah, I have loving parents and all that, and it was going to happen exactly as you said. Ivy League Colleges. A degree in business.' Her voice softened. 'Then Mom and Dad died in a car crash. And that's when I found out I was adopted. Been trying to figure out who my real parents are. I'm living off on my allowance from my inheritance, so I get by. But I've always wondered if they'd ever...' her voice trailed off.
Pierce sighed, and leaned forward, one hand on Elsa's arm. 'I bet they have,' she said quietly, finishing the sentence as she sent waves of comfort to Elsa, who visibly relaxed after a while. When she figured time enough had passed, she got up and headed for the door. Elsa's voice held her back with a question. 'How were your parents like?'
Pierce turned away. 'They don't deserve to be mentioned.' She gave a dry laugh as she looked back. 'Sounded bitter, didn't it?'
Elsa shrugged. 'I guess. What did they do to you that made you hate them so much?'
There was silence for a while, before Pierce spoke again. 'You know what your problem is, Elsa? You're too trusting. You're apt to like people in general, but sometimes they just turn around and betray you in a split second.'
Elsa's eyebrows raised. 'Is that why you're so cynical? You were betrayed once, weren't you? As for me, I'm a nice person. I don't like hating other people because of something wrong they did to me. I'm not spiteful. All I can do is erase the memory of whatever they did and let bygones be bygones.'
'Really?' An amused smirk played at Pierce's lips as she turned around and glanced at Elsa. It was the first time she'd noticed that Pierce's eyes were blue. 'Even to those low-life scum who made your life miserable?'
'Yes,' Elsa replied firmly. 'Even to them. I know, you're thinking that there is no true justice in the world right now, and I agree. I'm just not that vindictive.'
'Well, I am,' Pierce countered back coolly. 'I get even. I get my revenge. And if it were up to me, I'd make sure that each and everyone of them die a painful death. But that's just me. Little word of advice. Don't let anyone in too easily. It's a good way to get yourself killed.'
Elsa swung around. 'Not even friends?'
'Especially not friends,' Pierce said. 'Your most dangerous enemies are the friends you've double-crossed. They'll always come back to bite you in the behind.'
She left the gym without another word, leaving Elsa behind, wrapped in her thoughts.
Sunday, 24 August 2008
Tagged By Louise Tan
The Rules
1. Each player of this game [is it even considered a game?] starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back. Seriously.
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1. I am super obsessed with Keira Knightley.
----> It's true, ask around. I love her in Pride & Prejudice, Domino, POTC. I have her posters and most of her shows. Heck, even my cousin had taken to cutting out posters or news on Keira which are featured in Galaxie and give them to me without question. Trust me when I say I'm obsessed and let's leave it at that. You so do not want to get me started on her. Which leads to....
2. My very unhealthy habit of reading various fanfiction just because Keira Knightley starred in the shows.
----> Also quite true. Read above. Enough said.
3. I annoy my friends enormously.
---->By a) using big, archaic words, and b) constantly asking their opinion about everything from stories to pendants and whatnots. And when they give me their answer, I annoy them even further when I go, 'But the other one looks so much nicer' or something like that, sparking a whole new argument. It gets to the point that they simply reply, 'My head hurts. I can't think,' just to get me off their backs.
4. I write stories.
----> And yes, it's a very good hobby. You know, training your wordplay and all that. But I make people around me very, very unhappy the moment I go, 'Hey! Let's make a story out of that!' It's mainly due to the fact that I change my characters' names/bio/appearances and ask for so many ideas and opinions that in the end, these people will probably go home and think, 'Oh, my God! How did I ever end up meeting that woman?'
6. I am so easily amused it's pitiful.
---> Seriously. It takes so little to make me laugh. I mean, I could be all mad and moody at someone, and all they have to do is just say one funny sentence, and I Crack Up. It's gone to the point where people laugh along with me without knowing why I'm laughing. I am VERY easily amused. And I like people who make me laugh. Funnily enough, it's usually my girl friends who achieve the highest success in this field. Very few guys I've come across manage to make me really laugh. I think Zhuo Liang and Jeremy are part of this group of guys.
7. This is the first time I got tagged. Believe it or not, but it is.
8. I am really obsessed with pirates.
---->And knights. And Robin Hood. And King Arthur. And anything that have a remote connection to bows and arrows and swords. Basically, as long as I get to use fancy weapons and kick butt, count me in.
9. I am a Jack-of-all trades.
----> I can do mostly everything and anything I put my mind to; I'm just not too good at them. My only good kick in life seems to be able to write well, reading good books, and speaking in a British-like accent which I got after watching too much Keira Knightley. Thanks to her I'm becoming very British and always ending my sentences in 'Yeah'. Refer to 1. Very unhealthy obsession. Long live the Queen!
10. Random. But I have a love/hate relationship with junk foods/sweets. I dislike Coke, Pepsi, all that whatnot, but I tolerate [underline tolerate] Miranda and F&N (strawberry, orange...). I don't like sweets--rarely eat them, but I love nougat and lollipops and CHOCOLATE! I love apples--New Zealand Rose apples.
11. I am actually quite traditional at heart.
---> Yes, I know, I don't seem that way. I'm very un-girly in certain aspects. But I always had a feeling that I'd like to settle down, have kids, bake pie...that sort of thing. But on the other hand, my gag reflex starts working up when things get mushy, be it when watching a movie or my friends and their boyfriends. I don't like mushy stuff. Scares the hell out of me.
12. I believe I'm in the category of "Walking Fashion Disaster for Girls".
----> Shopping? Hate it because I never know what to look for unless it's for books then it's a different story. Shoes? Goodness, how many pairs does a girl actually need? Handbags? I don't own one. Or rather, I do, but I never use it. It's stashed at the back of a closet somewhere. Dresses/Skirts? Let's not go there. Apart from my school uniform, I own no skirts/dresses. Erina will probably be so disappointed when she sees this. She's been trying to get me to leave my hair long and fix it nicely, bless her.
13. I am not a good person to get involved with.
----> Well, not right now, anyway. At least until I get to overcome my fear of relationships. What's wrong with that? Yeah, well, wait until you find out what happened this year. You go through the things I do and you'll start freaking out as well. I deal with relationships [friendship, love life...] better at an arm's length. Take the advice I underlined. Believe me when I tell you I run when I'm in trouble/scared/doubtful/most likely freaked out. My love life sucks.
14. I can spend ages on my laptop surfing the Internet without getting bored.
----> On the other hand, if you interrupt me in the middle of something, then I will be very annoyed. I get irritable very easily. Short fuse, big explosion. That's just me. I'm weird. Sue me. I keep wondering if anyone is going to take me seriously and bring me to court one day over these random titbits.
15. I absolutely cannot sit still.
----> Since we're on the same note, I think I might have Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder [ADHD]. Either that, or I have Adult Attention-Deficit Disorder. Both are quite similar, just one's for...adults. Am I even considered an adult?
P.S. Just so you don't get bored, I'm gonna C&P [cut and paste] all the symptoms of ADHD and Adult Attention-Deficit Disorder that I'm convinced I have onto this page.
1. Difficulty getting organized. [You should see my desk, it's a mess]
2. Chronic procrastination or trouble getting started. [Especially on kerja kursus]
3. Many projects going simultaneously; trouble with follow through. [My stories are fine examples of this. They're all hanging in Limbo.]
4. An intolerance of boredom. [Yes, I get bored easily. I cannot tolerate boredom. I MUST find something to do. Daydreaming counts as something to do.]
5. Easy distractibility; trouble focusing attention, tendency to tune out or drift away in the middle of a page or conversation, often coupled with an inability to focus at times. [Actually it's the other way around. I can watch a show/read a book without noticing what's going on around me. It gets to the point that I look up from eating my dinner and I have no idea what my family is talking about.]
6. Often creative, intuitive, highly intelligent. [Ha ha! I'm so putting this one in!]
7. Impatient; low tolerance of frustration. [Yes, I am very impatient]
8. Changing plans, enacting new schemes or career plans and the like; hot-tempered. [Maybe the bit about being hot-tempered, yeah?]
9. A tendency to worry needlessly, endlessly; a tendency to scan the horizon looking for something to worry about, alternating with attention to or disregard for actual dangers. [No I'm not a worry wart. I just have issues about being on time and being super protective and possessive of people I care about.]
10. A sense of insecurity. [Am I insecure?]
11. Mood swings, mood lability, especially when disengaged from a person or a project. [Hurrah! Mood swings! Happens frequently.]
12. Physical or cognitive restlessness. [Yes I cannot sit still. Refer to number 15.]
13. A tendency toward addictive behavior. [Yes, I do knuckle rolls and thumb flips. Very addictive once you get the hang of it. It helps me relax.]
14. Often forgetful in daily activities. [Very, very true. Still can't figure out where I misplaced my Disney CD last year.]
15. Often fidgets with hands or feet or squirms in seat. [Ha ha! Struck gold! Look at my hands during assembly in school for proof. Refer to number 12]
16. Have an anxiety disorder. OCD is very common. [Yeah, don't have OCD but I got agoraphobia. Another anxiety disorder]
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Tada! We finally finished this bloody tag! Thanks a lot, Louise. It's long, I know, I'm sorry! Okay I'll be Tagging:
1. Timothy Leong--I'm getting bored of seeing your blog just because it's the same old post! Please, update and put me out of my misery! Cheh, he probably won't see this anyway.
2. Megan Tan
3. Xin Wei
4. Uh, okay then, Gloria.
5. Who else? Ah ha! Still can't figure out. Fine, Elaine.
6. Zhuo Liang--Just because I know he'll post something funny.
7. Jonathan Yap. Same reason as number 6.
8. Min Yap. Just randomly shooting out names here.
9. Erina Tan.
10. I don't know. You pick.
Great, now I just need to tell them they got Tagged.
1. Each player of this game [is it even considered a game?] starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.
2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.
3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.
4. No tags back. Seriously.
________________________________
1. I am super obsessed with Keira Knightley.
----> It's true, ask around. I love her in Pride & Prejudice, Domino, POTC. I have her posters and most of her shows. Heck, even my cousin had taken to cutting out posters or news on Keira which are featured in Galaxie and give them to me without question. Trust me when I say I'm obsessed and let's leave it at that. You so do not want to get me started on her. Which leads to....
2. My very unhealthy habit of reading various fanfiction just because Keira Knightley starred in the shows.
----> Also quite true. Read above. Enough said.
3. I annoy my friends enormously.
---->By a) using big, archaic words, and b) constantly asking their opinion about everything from stories to pendants and whatnots. And when they give me their answer, I annoy them even further when I go, 'But the other one looks so much nicer' or something like that, sparking a whole new argument. It gets to the point that they simply reply, 'My head hurts. I can't think,' just to get me off their backs.
4. I write stories.
----> And yes, it's a very good hobby. You know, training your wordplay and all that. But I make people around me very, very unhappy the moment I go, 'Hey! Let's make a story out of that!' It's mainly due to the fact that I change my characters' names/bio/appearances and ask for so many ideas and opinions that in the end, these people will probably go home and think, 'Oh, my God! How did I ever end up meeting that woman?'
5. Sarcasm is a terrible weapon.
----> Yes it is! Watching your victims while you're using it is a satisfying experience, if I do say so myself. *smirks*
6. I am so easily amused it's pitiful.
---> Seriously. It takes so little to make me laugh. I mean, I could be all mad and moody at someone, and all they have to do is just say one funny sentence, and I Crack Up. It's gone to the point where people laugh along with me without knowing why I'm laughing. I am VERY easily amused. And I like people who make me laugh. Funnily enough, it's usually my girl friends who achieve the highest success in this field. Very few guys I've come across manage to make me really laugh. I think Zhuo Liang and Jeremy are part of this group of guys.
7. This is the first time I got tagged. Believe it or not, but it is.
8. I am really obsessed with pirates.
---->And knights. And Robin Hood. And King Arthur. And anything that have a remote connection to bows and arrows and swords. Basically, as long as I get to use fancy weapons and kick butt, count me in.
9. I am a Jack-of-all trades.
----> I can do mostly everything and anything I put my mind to; I'm just not too good at them. My only good kick in life seems to be able to write well, reading good books, and speaking in a British-like accent which I got after watching too much Keira Knightley. Thanks to her I'm becoming very British and always ending my sentences in 'Yeah'. Refer to 1. Very unhealthy obsession. Long live the Queen!
10. Random. But I have a love/hate relationship with junk foods/sweets. I dislike Coke, Pepsi, all that whatnot, but I tolerate [underline tolerate] Miranda and F&N (strawberry, orange...). I don't like sweets--rarely eat them, but I love nougat and lollipops and CHOCOLATE! I love apples--New Zealand Rose apples.
11. I am actually quite traditional at heart.
---> Yes, I know, I don't seem that way. I'm very un-girly in certain aspects. But I always had a feeling that I'd like to settle down, have kids, bake pie...that sort of thing. But on the other hand, my gag reflex starts working up when things get mushy, be it when watching a movie or my friends and their boyfriends. I don't like mushy stuff. Scares the hell out of me.
12. I believe I'm in the category of "Walking Fashion Disaster for Girls".
----> Shopping? Hate it because I never know what to look for unless it's for books then it's a different story. Shoes? Goodness, how many pairs does a girl actually need? Handbags? I don't own one. Or rather, I do, but I never use it. It's stashed at the back of a closet somewhere. Dresses/Skirts? Let's not go there. Apart from my school uniform, I own no skirts/dresses. Erina will probably be so disappointed when she sees this. She's been trying to get me to leave my hair long and fix it nicely, bless her.
13. I am not a good person to get involved with.
----> Well, not right now, anyway. At least until I get to overcome my fear of relationships. What's wrong with that? Yeah, well, wait until you find out what happened this year. You go through the things I do and you'll start freaking out as well. I deal with relationships [friendship, love life...] better at an arm's length. Take the advice I underlined. Believe me when I tell you I run when I'm in trouble/scared/doubtful/most likely freaked out. My love life sucks.
14. I can spend ages on my laptop surfing the Internet without getting bored.
----> On the other hand, if you interrupt me in the middle of something, then I will be very annoyed. I get irritable very easily. Short fuse, big explosion. That's just me. I'm weird. Sue me. I keep wondering if anyone is going to take me seriously and bring me to court one day over these random titbits.
15. I absolutely cannot sit still.
----> Since we're on the same note, I think I might have Attention-Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder [ADHD]. Either that, or I have Adult Attention-Deficit Disorder. Both are quite similar, just one's for...adults. Am I even considered an adult?
P.S. Just so you don't get bored, I'm gonna C&P [cut and paste] all the symptoms of ADHD and Adult Attention-Deficit Disorder that I'm convinced I have onto this page.
1. Difficulty getting organized. [You should see my desk, it's a mess]
2. Chronic procrastination or trouble getting started. [Especially on kerja kursus]
3. Many projects going simultaneously; trouble with follow through. [My stories are fine examples of this. They're all hanging in Limbo.]
4. An intolerance of boredom. [Yes, I get bored easily. I cannot tolerate boredom. I MUST find something to do. Daydreaming counts as something to do.]
5. Easy distractibility; trouble focusing attention, tendency to tune out or drift away in the middle of a page or conversation, often coupled with an inability to focus at times. [Actually it's the other way around. I can watch a show/read a book without noticing what's going on around me. It gets to the point that I look up from eating my dinner and I have no idea what my family is talking about.]
6. Often creative, intuitive, highly intelligent. [Ha ha! I'm so putting this one in!]
7. Impatient; low tolerance of frustration. [Yes, I am very impatient]
8. Changing plans, enacting new schemes or career plans and the like; hot-tempered. [Maybe the bit about being hot-tempered, yeah?]
9. A tendency to worry needlessly, endlessly; a tendency to scan the horizon looking for something to worry about, alternating with attention to or disregard for actual dangers. [No I'm not a worry wart. I just have issues about being on time and being super protective and possessive of people I care about.]
10. A sense of insecurity. [Am I insecure?]
11. Mood swings, mood lability, especially when disengaged from a person or a project. [Hurrah! Mood swings! Happens frequently.]
12. Physical or cognitive restlessness. [Yes I cannot sit still. Refer to number 15.]
13. A tendency toward addictive behavior. [Yes, I do knuckle rolls and thumb flips. Very addictive once you get the hang of it. It helps me relax.]
14. Often forgetful in daily activities. [Very, very true. Still can't figure out where I misplaced my Disney CD last year.]
15. Often fidgets with hands or feet or squirms in seat. [Ha ha! Struck gold! Look at my hands during assembly in school for proof. Refer to number 12]
16. Have an anxiety disorder. OCD is very common. [Yeah, don't have OCD but I got agoraphobia. Another anxiety disorder]
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Tada! We finally finished this bloody tag! Thanks a lot, Louise. It's long, I know, I'm sorry! Okay I'll be Tagging:
1. Timothy Leong--I'm getting bored of seeing your blog just because it's the same old post! Please, update and put me out of my misery! Cheh, he probably won't see this anyway.
2. Megan Tan
3. Xin Wei
4. Uh, okay then, Gloria.
5. Who else? Ah ha! Still can't figure out. Fine, Elaine.
6. Zhuo Liang--Just because I know he'll post something funny.
7. Jonathan Yap. Same reason as number 6.
8. Min Yap. Just randomly shooting out names here.
9. Erina Tan.
10. I don't know. You pick.
Great, now I just need to tell them they got Tagged.
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