If I were a stone, I would be: a pebble, just one of the many ordinary ones surrounding the koi pond.
If I were a tree, I would be: a willow tree, if only because I like the sound of it.
If I were a bird, I would be: a sparrow.
If I were a machine, I would be: a computer!
If I were a tool, I would be: a scalpel.
If I were a flower/plant, I would be: a daisy.
If I were a kind of weather, I would be: a light drizzle.
If I were a mythical creature, I would be: something with wings.
If I were a musical instrument, I would be: a flute.
If I were an animal, I would be: some sort of bird.
If I were a color, I would be: blue-grey.
If I were an emotion, I would be: disappointment.
If I were a vegetable, I would be: a carrot.
If I were a sound, I would be: the whirring of a ceiling fan.
If I were an Element, I would be: earth.
If I were a song, I would be: Moon River; the lyrics fit.
If I were to trade places with another person, it would be: a surprise- someone I don’t know a thing about.
If I were a movie, I would be: A Walk To Remember.
If I were a food, I would be: crumpets.
If I were a place, I would be: a garden somewhere in Scandinavia.
If I were a material, I would be: satin. Just cos it sounds good.
If I were a taste, I would be: sweet.
If I were an object, I would be: a ball-point pen.
If I were a word, I would be: intangible. Love that word.
If I were a body part I would be: eyes.
If I were a facial expression I would be: an eyebrow-raise.
If I were a subject in school I would be: English.
If I were a cartoon I would be: Winnie-The-Pooh.
If I were a shape I would be: A square.
If I were a number I would be: 17.
If I were a month I would be: April.
If I were a day of the week I would be: Thursday.
If I were a time of day I would be: 7pm in the evening.
If I were a direction I would be: south.
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: a chaise lounge.
If I were a sin I would be: Avarice.
If I were a historical figure I would be: no one important.
If I were a liquid I would be: Tea. Just because.
If I were a method of death I would be: sleeping pills.
If I were a planet I would be: … what difference would it make, anyway?
If I were a scent I would be: Peach.
If I were a sea animal I would be: . . . A whale? You know, blubber and all.

My worst ever nightmare would be to turn into one of those people I cannot stand-

The oh-woe-is-me losers who are constantly in self-pity mode, spend their time mourning their truly pathetic existences and hate their lives as it is.

It's cute and really kind of amusing when you consider people like Cordelia Chase, but if you get it bad then you become Abraham Isaac, who thinks himself a wronged, victimised puppet of the world.

If I ever run the risk of becoming such a person, please do me a favour and punch me in the face before that happens.

I have this horrible feeling that I‘m going to end up failing chem prac. It’s not just that I have always dreaded practical work – walking all the way to the lab! – though that does help.

The thing is, I have an abject fear of heating. I don’t like standing there holding the test-tube holder [with the test-tube in it, of course] knowing that something might just explode in my face without warning. Of course, I’m exaggerating. But then my test-tube slipped out of the test-tube holder I was holding once before, so I’m entitled to such irrational fears.

Another thing. I never seem to be able to get what everyone else gets. My limewater never turns chalky. It always stays stubbornly clear even though it’s obvious that carbon dioxide is present. My glowing splint never rekindles, my lighted splint never extinguishes with a ‘pop’ sound and my red litmus paper never gets bleached. And I always, always get a huge, disgusting whiff of chlorine when I least expect it, which shows that my chemistry prowess is really non-existent.

Ugh. Gosh I’m gonna bomb this test.

the oath. the oath. think think think. hmm.

nope. still blank.

-shudder-

all i know is that when it's over, i'll be very, very relieved.

ok. i don't know why, but harry potter has the ability to always, always, always render me speechless and squeaky and gaping like a bloody goldfish.

i was at mugglenet.com [you'll find a link there on the left column] reading thru the book five: possible couples thing. and there was a whole new link for a page of R/Hr quotes and clues and evidence! so naturally i was happy, cos, in my opinion, JKR as good as said that there would be a future for R/Hr. and none for H/Hr ["Harry and Hermione are very platonic friends. But I won't answer for anyone else. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink." --JKR]

hahahahahaha.

and then this, a theory thing but NOT SPOKEN BY JKR:

It's possible that Ron and Hermione will get together in book 5, but the relationship won't last because of their conflicting personalities. Personality-wise, Harry seems to be more like Hermione than Ron so maybe they'll end up together.

*growl* i just do not get H/Hr fans. never will. will not elaborate. no offence to ee and lynn, but AAAAAARRRRRHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

cheryl, your best quality shines through in how Good a Communicator you are!

The fact that you're great at expressing yourself and can be at your best when articulating your ideas or communicating with others really draws people to you! But that's not the only thing. Your answers on the test indicate you're a smart person who is more able to understand complex concepts than many other people are. You are an inventive and creative person who usually has an abundance of imagination and ideas, too.

In all, there are 15 qualities that help define you when you're at your best. Those are the traits potential employers, friends, and partners look for in you. What makes you unique is your particular distribution of those 15 qualities.

We've found that your particular combination of qualities is rare — only 1 in 10,000 people share the same general mix of traits. Those are great odds if you're trying to show a potential employer, colleague, friend, or date why you're exactly the right person for them.


You come from the Ocean. You've always been drawn
to the sea, the sound of the waves, the crystal
blue water, near the sea is where you belong.



Where Did Your Soul Originate?
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*you are...Nala!*
You are adventurous, egalitarian, thoughtful,
competitive, caring, adventurous, independent,
and fun but you can also be irresponsible,
competitive, agressive, and bossy.

"Can you feel the love tonight? The peace the
evening brings. The world, for once, in perfect
harmony with all its living things."


*which Disney princess are you?*
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Remember what I said about having no self-control? Well, yeah. Today just confirms that. I’ve been wanting a swirly skirt for ages, and today I bought one. A gorgeous, swirly denim skirt that falls to about mid-calf. A sixty-five dollar skirt from The Clothes Publisher. I am still in a state of half-shock half-euphoria that I bought that skirt. It’s just lovely, but then the price is so not. And ade jy peis shihan each chipped in five dollars towards the skirt! Thank you much much! Shall treat you all one day!

We went to Zara, the big one next to Wheelock. Then we went to Esprit, and Topshop. And GUESS WHAT? Shihan wore a skirt. Adeline wore a tank and jeans. And… we have pictures!! Haha. Am having a good day. I’m beginning to feel like Becky Bloomwood. I think I’ve got the shopaholic syndrome. I am going to make it a point not to go out for the next… two weeks. Ha. Two weeks. Should be able to manage. In fact, I’m sure it’ll be easy. And I will be known as The Girl Who Doesn’t Spend Money! And everyone will come to me for advice on how they can cure themselves of going out too much.

… yup. Becky Bloomwood, all right.

As a warning: the following may sound more like a book promo than a blog entry. For those of you who don’t like reading, take heed not to fall asleep.

I have no self-control. Absolutely zero, especially when it comes to spending money. I made a promise to myself not to buy a single book till OotP comes out. And for a very little while, I adhered to it! But then there’s this thing about me and bookstores, and that’s where my resistance is the lowest. The moment I step into a bookstore, it’s like *whoosh!* a breath of fresh air. Or fresh air-con. Whatever. I get all ecstatic and go around wanting every book I see. For example, today. I saw this book called ‘Milk Glass Moon’ and I wanted it so very badly. BECAUSE OF THE TITLE. The blurb wasn’t extremely intriguing or anything, but the title’s so lovely, don’t you think? And so I just HAD to get it. But then I managed to control myself, which I am very thankful for. And then I found the book dee wanted- The Little Princess, and bought it for her. I also saw The Railway Children which she recommended, and I was just ITCHING to buy it. And there was this other book, by the same author as The Railway Children, entitled The Enchanted Castle, which sounded so wonderful and dreamy and fairytale-like. And there was Rebecca of Sunnybrooke Farm! Then I saw Good Wives and I so wanted to get it, because Louisa May Alcott’s books are just amazing [Rose in Bloom! Rose in Bloom!], and also because I wanted to see how Amy and Laurie’s romance developed, because the last time I read it I skipped all those parts as I wanted Laurie to go with Jo, and ended up missing half the story. And I want Almost French by Sarah Turnbull because I want to go to France and I read somewhere that the best guidebook would be a fiction story of that place, instead of an actual tourist guidebook. It makes a lot of sense, I think.

All that said, I was broke. So I ended up buying The Enchanted Castle by E. Nesbit for $7.80 and I now regret not getting the other books. But then again, I really shouldn’t. I know it’s just one book, but considering I visit bookstores about twice a week and can only be counted on to resist them at most half the time, I’m going to be bankrupt and in debt by June, which is WHEN OOTP COMES OUT. Someone please help me.

I realised, today, that I love my life. I really, truly, honestly do. Every single bit of it is amazing, no matter how boring and screwed up and twisted and lonely it is.

I want to spend the rest of my life this way- going to school; hanging out with friends; laughing over FRIENDS and stupid jokes; skipping recess; spending enormous amounts of money on food; dreading morning jogs; cursing the person who invented tests; eating corn biscuits dipped in orange juice; reading at an infinitely slow speed because I can’t bear to skip a word or miss a line; turning on the TV exactly twice a week; writing fanfiction; obsessing over silly, warped fanfics and r/hr; crying over romantic comedies; gushing over iceman and rogue; going to church every Sunday; going online everyday; never listening during bio and always, always regretting it; alternating between milo and hot tea with milk; dressing up for shopping; sleeping with a night-light; screaming at the television; frantically copying homework on Monday mornings; clawing my eyes out waiting for book five; loving Harry Potter; forgetting to watch Gilmore girls; wanting to marry Draco and Ron and Oliver and Spike and Iceman and Solskjaer and live with them in a penthouse apartment in London; buying out entire bookstores; irritating my sister; wanting to learn French and Japanese and Spanish and never actually doing so; waking up on Saturdays at glorious ten o’clock…

I love my life. I do. And I never want it to change. I don’t want to leave St. Nicks, to go to JC, to start dating, to get married, to have kids, to grow old, to die. I just want my life the way it is now- stagnant, still, but somehow the best life I can possibly enjoy. But all I can hear is the CHICAGO soundtrack in the background, and Roxie Hart singing, ‘… but nothing stays.’

i can't contemplate the idea of running. i just can't. i mean, in theory it sounds very little- a mere one and a half miles. and then when you actually get started... the feeling is terrible. especially since i seem to have an un-ending stitch these couple of days. sigh.

Ooh. Happy Mothers’ Day! I just gave my mom her present. She loved it. But then again, aren’t mothers supposed to love everything you give them, no matter how horrendous they are?

Anyway. Was at Orchard yesterday with glen and jy. Had a delicious lunch in Marche. This black-pepper-chicken-and-cheese crepe that jy said was like tacos and glen insisted was like the ba chang filling, and a chocolate milkshake.

Whee. Then went to esprit and topshop. Too many pretty clothes, too little money. There was the usual syndrome. You know, the one where that adorable little skirt is attached to your hand and you just CAN’T hang it back?

And we went to isetan. There was this clinique promotion/roadshow thing. Bought our mothers’ day gifts there. We all bought the exact same thing- two bottles of perfume – clinique happy and clinique happy heart – in a cute transparent pink heart-shaped box with a pink ribbon tied around it. And the lady put makeup on us! Was not used to the feeling. Mouth felt incredibly dry and could not talk properly. And jy got pulled up onto the stage because the clinique counter lady was a little over-eager. Well! It was funny. Must make mental [alliteration!] note to visit makeup counters more often. And we made a personalized EZ-link card. Is very nice. Shall ask jy to show you on Monday!

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fourth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Moderate
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Moderate
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)	Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test


whee. :)

Which Harry Potter Characters Are You The Child Of?
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pretty pretty pretty. sigh. i love r/hr.