Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

English Genius You scored 92% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 93% Expert! You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender : You scored higher than 38% on Beginner You scored higher than 64% on Intermediate You scored higher than 88% on Advanced You scored higher than 93% on Expert I saw this test on ShaolinTiger's blog, and it appears that I've beaten the English-born expat at his own game here. Without cheating, mind you. So there, Pooh! It's satisfying to know my English is on international par! But then, on the other hand, it's more than a little worrying to know my Chinese certainly isn&#

I went to Gene's house last Saturday to watch a movie and do some homework. I know, I know, homework isn't what any normal person does on Saturday when school's out, and I know this simply cements my status as The Class Geek, but it happened. Anyway, I'd been planning to watch that movie for some time and when I got the chance, I took it. The movie was Lemony Snicket's A Series Of Unfortunate Events, and it was quite enjoyable, even if it did twist physics and biology in rather a Carrolline way. But I found it a little too dark, and then decided that my expectations had been quite absurd. (I'd been expecting a kind of tragicomedy.) But then, I can think of at least five people off-hand whom I'd like to throw into a lake of carnivorous leeches, so I shouldn't blame the movie for being murderously bloodthirsty. Anyway, it turns out that Gene has a family who is pretty much all Phlegmatic. He obviously inherited it from one or both parents; I didn't see

I couldn't think of anything to type about, so I decided to steal my first-ever meme from Frozen Wind. (Since he didn't copyright it...) place an X next to all the ones you've done: (>) smoked a cigarette (in a way... second-hand smoke, while my uncle lived with my family.) ( ) smoked a cigar ( ) smoked a joint ( ) crashed a friend's car ( ) stolen a car ( ) been skinny dipping ( ) would die for a friend (hmmm. depending on which friend it was. some people just deserve to die.) (>) been in love (does having a crush count?) ( ) had a threesome ( ) been dumped (X) been fired (technically it was called 'having an expired contract'.) (X) been in a fist fight (lots of them!) ( ) snuck out of my parent's house ( ) have put the phrase 'you think you know but you have no idea' in your profile/xanga/whateve ( ) had a crush on one of your siblings friend (never knew more than a handful of my siblings' friends, and none of them attractive) (X) had fee

It's only been one month since I began schooling in TAR. (Astonishingly, this is one of the few words in Malay that can be spelled in English without requiring alteration.) One would have thought that during this period, the class (most of which never laid eyes on each other up till now) would still be stuck in the getting-to-know-you phase and be on moderately good terms with each other. One would expect the place to be one huge amalgamation of friendliness and shyness. Not at all. Or at least, not really. The class has begun to manufacture its own batch of friendships (to be expected) and enmities (also expected, but not so early!). Apparently the sixteen temperaments can really clash when they get down to it. Take Gene and Psycho (my class representative; we don't have monitors in college). I should provide some very summarised background information, but I don't have the proper credentials; however, a source I found on the Net says that the extroverted Choleric (Worker)

I got back the day before yesterday from a church camp in C. Highlands with a bag full of dirty clothes, lots and lots of food (the fact that I live alone in a hostel seems to arouse a kind of maternal instinct), and a roaring headache. The bus trip was far too long, in my opinion, and much too bumpy besides. I loved the camp, not because I'm particularly holy in any way (in fact I have a bit of guilt over the condition of my thought life), but because it's been at least eight years since I've been there, and it's changed a good deal, and because I ws experiencing a sharp attack of loneliness just before it. In fact I seem to have gotten hooked on human contact, as if it were a kind of drug: stay away too long, and poof! withdrawal symptoms pop up. I'm certainly going through withdrawal now, at any rate. First symptom: Looking forward to blogging and hoping for comments! The Highlands have changed a lot in eight years. (Of course they did. You can't expect anyth