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 | You scored as Nightcrawler. Nightcrawler is a very symbolic X-Man. He is persecuted by society because of his devilish looks, but it is his faith in God that gives him strength. He is a very gentle x-man but he does know how to fight and he enjoys fencing. Powers: Teleportation
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Oooooh... I love fuzzbutt. 'cause he's blue 'n fuzzy.
The thing is, this isn't very accurate. Hm hm. Nightcrawler (Real name: Kurt Wagner - pronounced "VAG-ner" - first appearance: Giant X-Men #1 ; Powers: Teleportation, trained acrobat, can scale sheer walls, see in the dark, Olympic-level fencer. Fervent Catholic. Idolises Robin Hood and Zorro. Tries to play the ladies man. Prehensile tail strong enough to take his weight. Dark indigo fur, allows him to blend into the shadows. Bitch to read, I know. I swear I wrote this entirely from memory.) is the eternal optimist, the one who appears to not take life seriously. He believes in and fears the unknown (read: monsters under the bed) and is strongly religious. He is honest to a fault. Not me.
I need evidence. I hoard infomation. If I am presented with tales of spirits and such, I have to research it extensively before I will be satisfied. Kurt rides on faith; I on evidence.
There are other things; honesty, relationships, attitudes. Too personal to delve in here. In short, Kurt is someone I would like to be, to be seen as. But he and I, too different at core.
On to another facet: There was one question, something about working in groups and solitude. Before, I was firmly grounded in the belief that I was best off by myself. I disliked working with others, I preferred silence to socialising - if I was with other people, I made sure the others enjoyed my company, and to all apperances, I theirs.
Yet today, I find myself seeking company more and more often. Not that now I actively shun solitude. I still crave moments to myself (and still get pissed when people interrupt me) but I seemed to have reached an equalibrim. Both have their merits.
One thing about solitude - I don't mean physically isolated. I can be sitting at my desk while the others chatter on. Bit like swimming in a river - rest a bit on the bank, getting your bearings, before you splash back into the thick of things and get swept away.
Annnoying are those who insist you are unhappy if you are silent. I myself am guilty of such.
So, at that question, I felt a bit like I was fibbing when I chose I did enjoy working in a team. Old habits die hard.
Well, on to other things.
Started thinking (read: worrying) seriously about my post 'O'-Level plans. I've thought about it since I started Secondary school - and I still haven't got a proper answer. I never really decided what I wanted to do after school.
It seems as though these these days might last forever. That's the flavour of the day. For me. For once, in Singapore, I am truly happy where I am. But change must come, he who shows neither mercy nor compassion for those in in path. Bit like a gardener, you know, with a lawnmower and such (now theres an idea... foregoing the poetic marlarkey.)
But now to bed. Anon!
PS: I started this blog to fill a void vacated by my corrospondence with someone. He and I use to write long, childish letters to each other chronicling everything from his latest piano fiasco (his mom use to try and make him perform for guests...) and my own encounter with the feral cats (feral? Noooo, they just try to eat widdle girls for fun...).
I miss 'im.
So, in the spirit of things, I say to you,
Love,
Missy V
Queen (is she?) of Victoria's Head
PS2: I would be interested in a penpal. Go ahead, leave a comment.
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