Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Flavour Test

CHERRY GARCIA! You scored 74% SWEET, 55% CHUNKY, and 62% UNIQUE!

cherry sweet cream base with cherries and fudge chunks Awesome...you are one of my personal favs: Cherry Garcia. You fall in the middle on all measurements- sweet, wild, and unique, but not overwhelmingly so on any of those. You make a good friend, able to share your unique perspectives on things, and able to have fun without winding up in jail or something. Good job.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 49% on SWEET You scored higher than 11% on CHUNKY You scored higher than 41% on UNIQUE

Link: The Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Flavor Test written by weered1 on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

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Oh, good. I like my ice-creams not-too-sweet, nor too exotic either, so this is thereabouts just nice =)

My dear girl, you should be studying, or sleeping. Not gazing blissfully at your computer just because you're finally done with your Volpone discussion/debate points. There is still a Moll Flanders report and Tristam Shandy and Shakespeare's sonnets and Keats, and a double lecture and a double tutorial.

*pause* I wish...

Oh well, I shan't. One thing at a time, and you've got to work things out yourself, Charm, stuff you understand and stuff you do not, stuff you linger over wondering... remember the Romantic poets-- it is the struggle for understanding and realisation that really matters =) Speaking of which, Keat's poems are absolutely beautiful.

And while we're on Romanticism, albeit only linguistically related, V-day is coming! I have an extremely packed an unromantic week of a test and an essay deadline and a gig, which I know I really shouldn't be fretting about but-- oh, the temptation to lapse into melodramtic wails. Perhaps I should, huh, I need to stretch my higher range and work some flexibility into my voice.

Vday brings to mind SN and NY and cards and fanciful gift exchange. Nothing extravagant, mind you, I don't believe in expensive gifts. (It also brings to mind Total Defence Day, which is the day after, and which is the birthday of a certain dear friend whom I tease every year because we commemerate the nation's succuumbing to the Japanese on her special day, and have a lot of NE talks -_-'' , but I digress)

And what is Valentine's Day, indeed, without flowers? Or at least the fervour of selling roses and bouquets and posters all over arts canteen =) I used to wonder... actually I still do, which is so unromantic, I know, but why bouquets of flowers? Where did this practice of snipping flowers off their bushes or plucking them from the soil where they grew and wrapping them in pretty paper come from? These beautiful, delicate little things that last for but days, and withers away... *frowns* then what's THAT supposed to signify, symbolically? It perturbs me, but only just a little, since I know you aren't supposed to read into things like that, you're supposed to be swept away by the romance of beauty and convention mingled. Oh well.

It's probably unrealistic to request for flowers the way I love them-- rooted, blooming, exuberant in its natural habitat, dancing and dipping in the wind. The more care you put into nurturing it the leafier and stronger it grows... it works out to be a better metaphorical significance, anyhow. But for practicalities sake we shall set the thought aside... It's a bit unglam to hold pots of flowers while parading round the school... You can probably compare how big your bouquets are, the more exaggeratedly huge the better, but if the flowers come in pots... *imagines her grandpa's largest pot of bougainvilla and grins* You'll need nothing less than a wheelbarrow to go with it =)

Which isn't such a bad idea really, if it's delivered to your doorstep =P Now, if anybody asks, I'm partial to orchids, potted in charcoal and all. Otherwise a packet of sunflower seeds works, too... I shall plant them nicely and sing to them every day, and if they wither like the roses wrapped in a flourish of paper and ribbons, then... well. Then we know. =)

Some observations

1) Prac at 6 tmr! We're miking up (at last!) and probably testing the distorter thingie. Guess what? I just remembered I have a 6-8pm makeup lecture tmr. Am chairing discussion for Volpone with two other girls on Monday. *sobs* I hope he's not doing Volpone for lecture. Chaaaarm! Haiyerrrr~

Would it be crazy to opt to go prac instead of lect? No, don't tell me, I don't wanna know. I shall just go prac.

2) I end lessons at 10am tmr. Which effectively leaves me 8 hrs free before my next activity.

3) I need to chair a discussion group tmr morning, too. After one round of self-introductions, that is. I hope Gail won't make us state our name, our year, and then the most embarrassing situation we've been caught in, like she did last sem. What a way to get your tutorial mates to remember you =|

4) Tristam Shandy consists of Books 1-9. I might tell you more, but I haven't finished book 1 yet. Time to catch up a little more, Charm?

5) I think, Charm, if you don't use your texts as bedtime stories, you might remember them better.

6)I should stop damaging myself. This week, in one smooth manoevre, I knocked my heel against the foot of my rolling chair and whamped my ankle against the computer table. Last week while swinging my feet I knocked my shin against the seat of my wooden-framed chair and earned a bruise. Fortnight ago I whamped my head against the electrical box attached to the pillar next to an empty seat in arts canteen. "Oh! Look! Empty seat he- *BANG*" Don't look at me like that okay. It's very rare to find a corner seat at Arts fac during lunch hour, and that metal box-thingie was out of my line of sight, even though I was tall enough to knock against it. ARGH.

Today I ran into my dad (literally.) at the kitchen doorway and stubbed my toes against his foot. He continued ambling towards the living room, pausing only to go "Ay, why you kick me?". I was too busy stifling howls and nursing my toes to defend myself. Only managed to wail "What're your toes made of, metal?" amidst the throbs of protestation from my injured toes. Could feel him emanating amusement from the living room, absolutely unhurt. Toes of steel, my dad.

My dear girl, you'd better stop incurring unnecessary damages.

7) Must get back to Moll Flanders. Another time k.

I feel like singing.

Come gentle spring,
Oh gift of heaven come!
Come, come,
From long and death like sleep
Bid Nature now awake!

She comes, see gentle spring draws near
Her balmy fragrance soft we breathe,
New life to all the world she brings...

Happy Lunar New Year my dear people =)

Just the tip of the iceberg

And guilt creeps in.

I realised that I do miss singing in a choir. But if I cannot give you my all, my time, my effort, and the passion one needs to pick it up again and continue regardless of any challenge and obstacle thrown in your way, then... I can't. It's all or nothing, because I cannot bear going into a performance with only half my heart in it, knowing full well that I have not given you my fullest. It will be unfair to everyone else, to the choir, this inability to commit, but a rash promise to anyway.

*sigh* So there it is, my conclusion. With Reso concert, holiday work or perhaps, hopefully, an internship, and the unbreakable seal of family commitment--that which is the most powerfully demanding of the lot, because locked in it is a lot of emotional bonds-- I wouldn't be able to commit to one more concert. I have thought it through very carefully, already. It does still seem terribly selfish of me, though. Either ways one or another would have to do without me, but, as my mum snapped at me once, "It doesn't always have to be your family." *cringe* Reso will take top priority for the hols, as would accounting for my school expenses... But I really hope things work our for you guys anyway, and I promise my help wherever needed, emceeing, ushering, backstage... Just-- let me know, k...

Another meme thingamijig

Just caught Eme's tag, and Maria has guai-ly completed hers liao, so here's mine!

Rules: Bold the following that are true about you, italicize things you wish were true, add (+) one true thing about you, and then tag five more people.
*My own comments in [ ]

I miss somebody right now.
I don't watch much TV these days.
I love olives.
I own lots of books. [*grins* obviously, says the lit major.]
I wear glasses or contact lenses.
I love to play video games.
I've tried marijuana.
I've watched porn movies.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.
I believe honesty is usually the best policy. [Sometimes I'm a little too diplomatic to be honest where it hurts the most.]
I curse sometimes.
I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. [Still learning, anything, everyday. :)]
I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.
I'm TOTALLY smart. [gee, that makes life very boring]
I've broken someone's bones.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
I hate the rain. [I love rain!]
I'm paranoid at times.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I need money right now.
I love sushi.
I talk really, really fast. [Nope. You should listen to Dr Ang :P]
I have fresh breath in the morning.
I have long hair.
I have lost money in Las Vegas.
I have at least one sibling.
I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.
I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
I like the way that I look.
I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.
I know how to cornrow. (what's that?)
I am usually pessimistic.
I have a lot of mood swings.
I think prostitution should be legalized.
I think Britney Spears is pretty.
Slept with a Suitemate.
I have a hidden talent. [At least, that's what I'd like to think. But since it's hidden, I'm still searching for it :P]
I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.
I have a lot of friends. [but no time to meet up :( ]
I am currently single.
I have pecked someone of the same sex.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.
I love to shop. [not exactly, it's just an excuse to hang out with my favourite people :)]
Enjoy window shopping.
I would rather shop than eat.
I would classify myself as ghetto.
I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.
I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.
I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.
I'm a pretty good dancer.
I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother. [Nah, she is, in fact, the person I go shopping with most :)]
I have a cell phone.
I believe in (a) God.
I watch MTV on a daily basis.
I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.
I've rejected someone before.
I currently like someone. [Charmaine, being Charmaine, is very fond of a lot of people in her life. Hence someone is incorrect. I currently like somemany, but that doesn't mean any one person is less special to me :) ]
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I want to have children in the future.
I have changed a diaper before.
I've called the cops on a friend before.
I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.
I'm not allergic to anything.
I have a lot to learn.
I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.
I am shy around the opposite sex. [unfortunately, yes, sometimes]
I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.
I have at least 5 away messages saved.
I have tried alcohol or drugs before.
I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.
I own the "South Park" movie.
I have avoided assignments at work/school to [blog] be on Xanga or Livejournal. [*sheepish* I might have, once or twice]
When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbour or chum.
I enjoy some country music.
I would die for my best friends.
I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.
I watch soap operas whenever I can.
I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.
I have used my sexuality to advance my career.
I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.
I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".
Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.
I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.
I have dated a close friend's ex.
I like surveys/memes.
I am happy at this moment.
I'm obsessed with guys.
Democrat.
Conservative Republican. [Er, PAP? :P]
I am punk rockish.
I am preppy.
I go for older guys/girls, not younger. [I wouldn't know here and now, would I?]
I study for tests most of the time.
I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.
I can work on a car.
I love my job.
I am comfortable with who I am right now.
I have more than just my ears pierced.
I walk barefoot wherever I can.
I have jumped off a bridge.
I love sea turtles.
I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.
I believe in prophetic dreams.
Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.
I'm proficient on a musical instrument.
I worked at McDonald's restaurant.
I hate office jobs.
I love sci-fi movies.
I think water rules.
I went to college out of state.
I am adopted.
I like sausage.
I am a pyro.
I love the Red Sox.
I have thrown up from crying too much.
I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.
I love kisses. [That will depend on who, wouldn't it? :)]
I fall for the worst people.
I adore bright colors.
I love Dear Abby.
I can't live without black eyeliner. [There is always neon pink. Okay okay I'm kidding!]
I think school is awesome. [At times I do, really.]
I think pigtails serve a purpose.
I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.
I usually like covers better than originals.
I don't like multi-textured ice cream.
I think John Cusack is adorable.
I hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.
I watch Food Network way too much.
I love coaching youth sports.
I can pick up things with my toes.
I can't whistle.
I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.
I have ridden/owned a horse.
I still have every journal I've ever written in.
I can't stick to a diet.
I talk in my sleep.
I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.
I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.
Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.
I have jazz in my blood.
I would not be friends if they weren't family.
I wear a toe ring.
I have a tattoo.
I love vaginas.
I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.
I am a caffeine junkie.
I know who Santos L. Halper is.
I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.
I love wrestling.
I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.
If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.
I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.
I have been to over 15 conventions.
I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.
I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.
I'm an artist.
I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.
I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.
I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.
I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.
I only clean my room when neccesary.
Weight is my enemy!
+I love to sing.

Can I tag more than 5? In alphabetical order, Cheryl, Derek, Gillian, Sharon, Theresa and Yuying, plus anyone who has yet to update in the month of January... =)

I was thinking, with the spate of 21st birthdays coming up, and the wishlists growing, I should do mine too.

Does a treadmill cost a lot? I would like a treadmill for my birthday. There! You have 9 months and a bit more to save up for it =D

Alternatively--and I think this is better actually-- just give me a 6 paged essay font size 12 double spacing nice birthday card with nice long long notes in it. And a hug. I like hugs, warm fuzzy things that they are =) So now, you have 9 months and a bit more to think about what you want to say, so accumulate your research remarks now, because super last minute essays birthday notes are often rather difficult to write.

I'm exhausted and woozy and hence will tend to talk rubbish. More another time k.

Kopped from Jeremy's blog.

Ahhh! Charm! You really really really should be studying, not churning out 3 blog entries a day! =(

You scored as English. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours! English 92% Sociology 83% Anthropology 83% Linguistics 75% Dance 75% Philosophy 67% Journalism 67% Art 58% Psychology 50% Theater 50% Mathematics 50% Biology 42% Engineering 33% Chemistry 17% What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3) created with QuizFarm.com