Remember me

I'm in dire need of therapy. Am already on the verge of suicide. It's just deciding the fastest and mess-free way. Hanging by a wet noodle? Asphyxiation by body odour? Drowning by molten dark chocolate? (ooh... yumm!) With the kind of scatterbrain nonsense i have to face... ANYTHING! to avoid further brain deterioration of associating with intellectually inferior people. AARRGGHHH!!!!

Ironically, someone recently asked me "How would you like your epitaph to be?" and "What do you think others will put on your epitaph?". Hmmm... not the usual topic one would like to broach. Still, it did get me thinking of what i'm doing with my life, how i perceive myself and how different/similar others truly see me. Kinda makes you think twice before doing anything huh? Damn those morals and responsibilities! :P

I did come across this epitaph though:

Here lies a miser who lived for himself,
who cared for nothing but gathering wealth.
Now where he is and how he fares;
nobody knows and nobody cares.

Err... not something i would want on my granite headboard next time. Then again, obviously someone bothered enough to put it there. To serve as a warning/reminder perhaps?

Would be interesting though, to know what others would write for me. *goes off to preen wings and tune the harp*

Quizzically speaking

I'm a sucker for quizzes. I can't resist them even if they're silly, irrelevant or plain ridiculous. Who needs to know "What Breed Of Puppy Are You?". Heck.. I'm female AND i'm no dog...unless you're referring to my occasional (ok..maybe perpetual) bitchiness. I scored 45% normal in "How Normal Are You?" and 70% weird in "How Weird Are You?". Go figure! In the latter quiz, the results read You're so weird, you think you're *totally* normal. Right? But you wig out even the biggest of circus freaks! Hmmm....THAT's reassuring!

Anyway, decided to do a more serious quiz after reading Siryn's post. Here's my results from the Princeton Review:

Your interest colour is BLUE
People with blue Interests like job responsibilities and occupations that involve creative, humanistic, thoughtful, and quiet types of activities. Blue Interests include abstracting, theorizing, designing, writing, reflecting, and originating, which often lead to work in editing, teaching, composing, inventing, mediating, clergy, and writing.

Your usual style is YELLOW
People with yellow styles perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is orderly and planned to meet a known schedule. They prefer to work where things get done with a minimum of interpretation and unexpected change. People with a yellow style tend to be orderly, cautious, structured, loyal, systematic, solitary, methodical, and organized, and usually thrive in a research-oriented, predictable, established, controlled, measurable, orderly environment. You will want to choose a work environment or career path in which your style is welcomed and produces results.

Wheeeeeeeeeeee......... no wonder Siryn and i get along so well. *jumps around in glee* :D
Foodie Queen, won't be surprised if you get similar results too. *hugs*

Btw, in case you're wondering, I'm like a Beagle Puppy...Cheerful, energetic, and happy go lucky :D Woof!

Fusion indeed

Today is definitely a total waste of make-up. Did not achieve anything but let my life just drift aimlessly by (again!). Aaargh... i hate these days of waiting around for clients to come back with decisions. Others may envy how easy my day has been but i'm ready to bite the arm off my office chair. The only highlight to my day was lunch with colleagues.. and maybe Jebi's comment that i have an infectious laugh. 8) Other than that, i'm sinking lower and lower into my chair, my bum slowly fusing with the cushion and cellulite overflowing the sides.

There's gotta be more to life than this....

Age of Denial

Up to a few weeks ago, i was silently lamenting how boring i've turned out to be. My once-big group of friends have turned into empty promises of wanting to meet up but never really making the effort. I'm doomed to die alone...miserable... dejected.. to be found 3 weeks later when hungry alsatians are done feasting on my sorry self. 8P Ok ok.. so maybe it's coz my birthday was coming up and i didn't have anyone who wanted to plan a party for me save for my dear Siryn. But then again, how can you party when it's juz the two of us?!?!

And of all things, i flipped through the daily newspaper and saw an article on local Elvis impersonators. GAAAAHHHHHH.. one of the guys in the pix was my ex-collegemate. He was quite mousy during college yet the article mentioned that he'd been doing the impersonation since then. Double GAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!! Siryn said still waters run deep and you'll never know what lurks beneath. *eyes her wearily* Hmm.... there's nothing wrong with Elvis or his music, but someone MY age impersonating him?!?!? and for years?!?!?! *faints* Is this even normal for people my age?!?!? Sigh.....

Just as i was about to sink into the abyss of despair, the calls and sms-es started trickling in 5 days before i officially turned old. Then came the emails, IMs, more calls & sms-es.. and dinners.. oh glorious dinners.. and lunches. Wheeeeeeeee......... am no longer social pariah!!! For more than a week, i continued getting wishes and celebrations. Wheeeeeeeee.... i didn't even have to dress like Elvis to get such reception. I feel like the queen!! (Err... Queen Latifah perhaps? I certainly feel as big as her... Hahahaha)

Over the weekend, my colleagues and i decided to hit a local club. The music was good, the company was great (i lurve u all *bearhugs*) save for a party pooper (Jebi, i hope you've struck him off your list. Definitely not worth it) but the crowd was crazy. The dancefloor was super-packed, combined with the fact that it was right smacked in middle of the path to other parts of the club, my groove was certainly interrupted way too many times by people trying to sidle past and my pedicured toes being stepped on. Siryn and i reiterate THIS is the reason why we don't do clubs anymore. It was fun to dress up and go out but I think I'll stick to my healthier alternative of gym class where i can STILL get high energy dancing, loud music and adrenaline pumping minus paying obscene amounts to smell like a chimney and feel like flypaper. :P

Allegra has left the building....

Hot Sun & Starfish

Ugh... feeling so sluggish and uninspired lately. Been meaning to write a few posts in here since last week but trying to jumpstart is like asking a deceased rhinocerous to get a life. 8P

I blame it on the weather. It's been too hot to do anything. Despite being in an air-conditioned environment most of the time, i dread the times when we have to go out for lunch or meetings.

Aargh.. runny make-up, greasy hair. Makes me look like one of the characters in Pirates of the Carribean 2. Which of course, brings me to one of the conversations i had with Siryn after the movie. She was trying to remember if there was something going on between Liz Swann & Jack Sparrow in the 1st movie.

Siryn: But in this movie it seemed that she was into him too for a while
Allegra: Oh well... I think it was the dare. He dared her to go against herself, she dared him to be the good man
Allegra: I've fallen for a dare before. Then of course there's the strange attraction for bad boys thingy
Siryn: :P
Allegra: Been there done dat, hv the scars to prove it
Siryn: rilli?
Allegra: ok.. mebbe unseen scars. I’ve cut out my heart and put it in a box. :P
Siryn : will you start growing tentacles on your face? :P Perhaps a decorative starfish or two?
Allegra: If I leave it be for 10 years perhaps... first it will be a graveyard of dead cells. Then barnacles will grow.. Then fishlife will play hide and seek
Siryn: Wheeeeeeee
Allegra: AH HA!!!! Proves a point!!!!
Siryn: wot?
Allegra: that underneath my clothes, I’m covered with green scales
Siryn: LOL :P

Hmm.... I seriously need to get a life... somebody help me pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssssseeeeeeeee *collap-sed from heat*