Name: Louise

13 April 1992

You can only call me Lulu if you don’t think the name’s funny.

I am a member of the Smiley Conspiracy and a proud ex-CHS-ian, graduating class of 2009. Now doing A-Levels at HELP University College. Is proudly Malaysian, but doesn’t look like it and is proud of that too.

This is the 7th time I am editing this about section of the blog this year; I have sort of accepted that my personality is ever-evolving, ever-changing, therefore rendering my moods as volatile as the weather. But just as there are some things that have stood untouched across the centuries by harsh weather, so there are some things with me that remain ever the same: a belief that to live is to learn, and the ability to bounce back from setbacks.

What I love also remains constant. I love good food, dancing, fresh experiences, open minds and friendly people, all of which can be found in the wonderful wonderful city that is Istanbul. I love musicals, plays, good books, stickers, owls, colourful wrapping paper, hugs and kisses, chocolates, almost any music from the 17th to the 21st century, intense debates and post-it notes.

Fictional characters I have been compared to (in terms of personality) are Piglet from Winnie The Pooh and Kelsi from High School Musical.

I dream of finishing this list [29/8/2010: list is undergoing revamp!], and my secret ambition is to become a hairdresser or bartender. Unfortunately I’m also incredibly kiasu, so I’m going to go to university just to show everyone that I can. But want to go to uni also because I love learning lah!

Words that describe me are impulsive, impetuous, quixotic, sanguine, quirky, bewildered, kiasu and hodgepodge. The last one also refers to my sense of fashion.

*GRINS* :D

… I need to marry a doctor.

Yeah I’m sick again. Don’t laugh! I didn’t catch a fever the entire year of form 4, and this year I’ve already been sick twice! I’ve got a whanging headache (hmmm Harrison Bergeron. haha.) and my throat is dry and swollen. Oh and I feel like puking. And help, I still have so much work to do!

Now that sounded an awful lot like self-pity.

“Self-pity is... a sinkhole from which no rescuing hand can drag you because you have chosen to sink.”  - Elizabeth Elliot

Oh who cares?

I have the awful feeling that everything will be alright tomorrow. Which means I’ll have to go to school on Monday. Which means I’ll have to sit for Biology and Mod Maths anyway.

Help! Why couldn’t I have gotten sick on Saturday evening instead? :(