Serendipity

The laws of chance, strange as it seems,
Take us exactly where we most likely need to be
[David Byrne]

domingo, 10 de fevereiro de 2008

Cá está

Conforme previsto.

You Are Paper

Crafty and creative, you are able to adapt freely to almost any situation. People tend to underestimate you, unless they've truly seen what you are capable of. Deep down, you're always scheming and thinking up new plans. Your mind is constantly active. You are quite capable of anything you dream of. You can always figure out a way to get what you want.
You can wrap a rock person up in your sheet of trickery. (a 2ª parte da frase é "pouco credível")
A scissor person can sneak up and cut you to pieces.
When you fight: no one can anticipate your next move.
If someone makes you mad: you'll attack them mercilessly when they're unprepared.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anónimo said...

Não me parece ser credível este resultado:

***You Are Scissors***


Sharp and brilliant, you can solve almost any problem with that big brain of yours.
People fear your cutting comments - and your wit is famous for being both funny and cruel.
Deep down, you tend to be in the middle of an emotional storm. Your own complexity disturbs you.
You are too smart for your own good. Slow down a little - or you're likely to hurt yourself.

You can cut a paper person down to pieces.

The only person who can ruin you is a rock person.

When you fight: You find your enemy's weak point and exploit it.

If someone makes you mad: You'll do everything you can to destroy their life

9:28 da tarde  
Blogger Meg said...

Crafty and creative. Lá está.

O meu resultado (igual ao do leitor(a) anónimo(a) também não me parece credível. O "big brain of yours" ainda é aceitável, se for particularmente imodesta.
Agora, o "People fear your cutting comments - and your wit is famous for being both funny and cruel" e o
"You can cut a paper person down to pieces" são pura e simplesmente impossíveis.
Além disso, detesto tesouras.

10:27 da manhã  
Blogger Sam said...

Duas tesouras no meu quintal. Era mesmo disto que a folhinha de papel precisava para já não dormir.

12:28 da tarde  

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