Monday, February 28, 2005
Egyptian boys. They were all trying to sell trinkets and nuts and such. Quite poor things. My dad entertained them. Typical. My dad talks to just about anyone.
I've decided it's time for some photo pasting again. :P So here's more of those random egypt shots. Normally, those architectural or supposedly artistic shots are taken with my pathetic 1 megapixel digicam-cum-vcam. Here's some hieroglyphics and pillars. Ladida. Luxor I think.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
More of my own personality type and INFP links... Just so I know where to go next time...
http://linus.highpoint.edu/~bblatchl/infp.html
Oh, I like this! INFPs may appear to have been imported from another galaxy! How amusing.
Darn it... I should be doing math... And tonight have liqa' at Ami Ali's house (family gathering at uncle's place). *clutch cheeks* No time to study! And here I am still online! But leisure is important. It is! Why don't people agree?
It's annoying how you can never truly enjoy yourself cause you keep thinking of the things you need to do. Ugh.
http://www.geocities.com/lifexplore/infp.htm
http://www.personalitytype.com/srp/index.html
I must read Don Quixote!
Oh my goodness. So many people who sound like me.
http://www.theintrovertzcoach.com/famous_infps.html
Sometimes it's such hard work and I wish I could switch off, not think and stop feeling everything so deeply and personally - I have suffered from depression twice in my life - and I often feel low (I'm on the St John's Wort right now!) Exercise really helps and so does music, singing and getting away from home and work. I have also found that hypnotherapy helps when I have to do something very extravert - like presenting at conferences. What I love about being an INFP is that I'm never bored I find interest in just about everything and I enjoy being able to se the good in people when others can't.
~ An INFP
I completely understand! I feel so liberated! There are people out there like me. And I'm not that psychotic! :P
No wonder I've always felt so odd and out of place. Only 1% of the general population are INFPs and I don't know if I've met one before.
I remember Michelle Tan was an INFP but I immediately wondered (when I found out) if the test had made a mistake cause she's seems like such an extrovert. Hm.
Am still reading all these comments by INFPs... Quite a number of them are depressed people. And I completely empathise. I know how it feels like to be so completely drained being around these other people and going home and going to bed, just wishing that the next morning, I'll wake up as someone else. And not have to suffer being me.
And I start to miss being around people with whom I can really, really be myself. Like the birds. Or mumu.
But this year, in S03D, I've found some friends in class with whom I can be like that! Like nikki and jean. Which makes most of school less painful. :)
Hey, Princess Diana was an INFP! Heh.
INTPs seem like serious geniuses. It's very amusing. They just seem like a group of people constantly asking why and continuously wondering how the world works. Like Einstein and Darwin. Hmm.
Goodness. No ISTPs or ISTJs have posted anything. It just shows which kind of personality types are inclined towards writing and which cannot afford to waste time doing such things. Haha.
Gotta go now... Ami Ali's house! Family gathering. Oh, finally, real food. Been feeding off chocolates and pancakes since last night.
http://linus.highpoint.edu/~bblatchl/infp.html
Oh, I like this! INFPs may appear to have been imported from another galaxy! How amusing.
Darn it... I should be doing math... And tonight have liqa' at Ami Ali's house (family gathering at uncle's place). *clutch cheeks* No time to study! And here I am still online! But leisure is important. It is! Why don't people agree?
It's annoying how you can never truly enjoy yourself cause you keep thinking of the things you need to do. Ugh.
http://www.geocities.com/lifexplore/infp.htm
http://www.personalitytype.com/srp/index.html
I must read Don Quixote!
Oh my goodness. So many people who sound like me.
http://www.theintrovertzcoach.com/famous_infps.html
Sometimes it's such hard work and I wish I could switch off, not think and stop feeling everything so deeply and personally - I have suffered from depression twice in my life - and I often feel low (I'm on the St John's Wort right now!) Exercise really helps and so does music, singing and getting away from home and work. I have also found that hypnotherapy helps when I have to do something very extravert - like presenting at conferences. What I love about being an INFP is that I'm never bored I find interest in just about everything and I enjoy being able to se the good in people when others can't.
~ An INFP
I completely understand! I feel so liberated! There are people out there like me. And I'm not that psychotic! :P
No wonder I've always felt so odd and out of place. Only 1% of the general population are INFPs and I don't know if I've met one before.
I remember Michelle Tan was an INFP but I immediately wondered (when I found out) if the test had made a mistake cause she's seems like such an extrovert. Hm.
Am still reading all these comments by INFPs... Quite a number of them are depressed people. And I completely empathise. I know how it feels like to be so completely drained being around these other people and going home and going to bed, just wishing that the next morning, I'll wake up as someone else. And not have to suffer being me.
And I start to miss being around people with whom I can really, really be myself. Like the birds. Or mumu.
But this year, in S03D, I've found some friends in class with whom I can be like that! Like nikki and jean. Which makes most of school less painful. :)
Hey, Princess Diana was an INFP! Heh.
INTPs seem like serious geniuses. It's very amusing. They just seem like a group of people constantly asking why and continuously wondering how the world works. Like Einstein and Darwin. Hmm.
Goodness. No ISTPs or ISTJs have posted anything. It just shows which kind of personality types are inclined towards writing and which cannot afford to waste time doing such things. Haha.
Gotta go now... Ami Ali's house! Family gathering. Oh, finally, real food. Been feeding off chocolates and pancakes since last night.
I haven't touched my laptop in a week. Was starting to experience withdrawal symptoms - extreme depression, irritability etc. Haha. Was so busy with dramafeste everyday for the past week. And well, yes, it's over. MedFac 1 didn't win anything, but I still think our show was good! And Smriti is a very professional director! She's so... real and director-ish (If I make sense at all) and focused and determined. We wanted her to win. And Reuben was good too I thought! So melodramatic - which was the purpose.
Oh well, Engine won. I wonder if its the first time ever or the first time in a long time.
Anyway, woke up at 11.30 am today. The thought of having to go tutor Farhan... made me feel tired still. But then saw handphone: No tuition today! Phew. Finally. I can rest.
Okay, now I have to go eat some pancakes before my sister devours them all.
Oh well, Engine won. I wonder if its the first time ever or the first time in a long time.
Anyway, woke up at 11.30 am today. The thought of having to go tutor Farhan... made me feel tired still. But then saw handphone: No tuition today! Phew. Finally. I can rest.
Okay, now I have to go eat some pancakes before my sister devours them all.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
"Now, if we look at Myers's type descriptions, people are either more observant than introspective, or more introspective than observant. Observers (SPs and SJs) seem more at home when looking after the particulars of everyday living, attending to concrete things -- food, clothing, shelter, transportation -- and to practical matters such as recreation and safety, and are likely to leave the more abstract issues to others. In turn, Introspectors (NTs and NFs) (ME!) tend to be more content when these concrete concerns are handled by someone else and they are left free to consider the more abstract world of ideas.
To put this difference another way, Observers might be called "earthlings" or "terrestrials," concrete, down to earth beings who keep their feet on the ground. These persons see what is in front of them and are usually accurate in catching details. It is said that "they don't miss much." Observers want facts, trust facts, and remember facts, and they want to deal with the facts of a situation as they are, either in the here and now, or as recorded in the past. They focus on what is happening, or what has happened, rather than anticipating what might be, what would happen if, or what might occur in the future.
In contrast, Introspectors might be called "extraterrestrials," abstract beings who live with their head in the clouds, strangers in a strange land who wonder about the curious antics of the earthlings. Absorbed as they often are in their internal world, Introspectors tend to miss a great deal of what's right around them -- current reality is merely a problem to be solved, or a stage of development toward some future ideal. Not only can they miss details, they can also lose track of where they are, and for instance drive right past their highway turn-off. "It's only reality" they sometimes say, to register their relative disinterest in the merely concrete. But more than disinterest, Introspectors can be discontent with reality, even bothered by it, and speculate about possible ways of improving it."
~ http://www.keirsey.com/pumII/ns.html
To put this difference another way, Observers might be called "earthlings" or "terrestrials," concrete, down to earth beings who keep their feet on the ground. These persons see what is in front of them and are usually accurate in catching details. It is said that "they don't miss much." Observers want facts, trust facts, and remember facts, and they want to deal with the facts of a situation as they are, either in the here and now, or as recorded in the past. They focus on what is happening, or what has happened, rather than anticipating what might be, what would happen if, or what might occur in the future.
In contrast, Introspectors might be called "extraterrestrials," abstract beings who live with their head in the clouds, strangers in a strange land who wonder about the curious antics of the earthlings. Absorbed as they often are in their internal world, Introspectors tend to miss a great deal of what's right around them -- current reality is merely a problem to be solved, or a stage of development toward some future ideal. Not only can they miss details, they can also lose track of where they are, and for instance drive right past their highway turn-off. "It's only reality" they sometimes say, to register their relative disinterest in the merely concrete. But more than disinterest, Introspectors can be discontent with reality, even bothered by it, and speculate about possible ways of improving it."
~ http://www.keirsey.com/pumII/ns.html
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Was reading some stuff and found this. Plato said:
"When a person meets the half that is his very own, whatever his orientation, then something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another...and they don't want to be separated from one another, not even for a minute. These are people who finish out their lives together and still cannot say what it is they want from one another. No one would think it is the intimacy of sex ... It's obvious that the soul of every lover longs for something else; his soul cannot say what it is, but like an oracle it has a sense of what it wants, and like an oracle it hides behind a riddle."
I tried to refrain from saying that that whole chunk of words from Plato's mouth is utter crap... But I can't help it. It does seem like crap. Unreal. Just fantasy. Literature.
I think this really doesn't sound like me. Normally, such deep analysis of love and life make me go 'Awww'. Or I'd ponder on it for some time and simply start feeling inexplicably good; knowing that perhaps such wonderful things do exist. I am a dreamer, I know that. I live in the clouds, most of the time. But today, I seem to have both feet on the ground, and feel annoyed that most days aren't like today, and I am usually my normal deluded self. Today, I must have taken off those bloody rose-tinted glasses I wear.
I've read about really great romances, and beautiful friendships. But words, they just glorify things to become more than they actually are, don't you think? Just take Harry and Draco for instance, in Draco Trilogy. A great story centering on a most extraordinary relationship between the two boys. Something deeper than friendship. Closer than being blood brothers. A bond so strong one cannot conceive living life without the other. And let's not make me start listing out all the love stories we know from movies and books and stories in general. Their tales are awe-inspiring and amazing and touching. But really, how often are they realistic? How often do happy endings occur?
Stories are really reflections of what humans wish reality could be. Life is really, mostly, pretty much the opposite. So literature and books are confusing me to bits. Of course, there are those realistic stories and sad endings... tragic ones. But even those are being glamourised. Death is made to be poetic or honourable. When really, I should think it's simply painful and bloody.
When you think about it, real life is... not as nice. I'm not saying there aren't any people who truly love each other, or there never existed a strong bond between any two brothers or sisters. I'm just saying that words make it seem to be much more.
Words make the world prettier.
And so Plato's whole paragraph, in my opinion, would have been more true if it merely described the happiness of two people who have found much common ground spending time with each other. And not that whole chunk about never wanting to be separated etc.
Ah sigh. Just you see. Tomorrow, I'll be my old self and think all I wrote here is crap (in fact, I already think that). And that really, miracles do happen and relationships can be truly deep and strong and true love exists.
"When a person meets the half that is his very own, whatever his orientation, then something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another...and they don't want to be separated from one another, not even for a minute. These are people who finish out their lives together and still cannot say what it is they want from one another. No one would think it is the intimacy of sex ... It's obvious that the soul of every lover longs for something else; his soul cannot say what it is, but like an oracle it has a sense of what it wants, and like an oracle it hides behind a riddle."
I tried to refrain from saying that that whole chunk of words from Plato's mouth is utter crap... But I can't help it. It does seem like crap. Unreal. Just fantasy. Literature.
I think this really doesn't sound like me. Normally, such deep analysis of love and life make me go 'Awww'. Or I'd ponder on it for some time and simply start feeling inexplicably good; knowing that perhaps such wonderful things do exist. I am a dreamer, I know that. I live in the clouds, most of the time. But today, I seem to have both feet on the ground, and feel annoyed that most days aren't like today, and I am usually my normal deluded self. Today, I must have taken off those bloody rose-tinted glasses I wear.
I've read about really great romances, and beautiful friendships. But words, they just glorify things to become more than they actually are, don't you think? Just take Harry and Draco for instance, in Draco Trilogy. A great story centering on a most extraordinary relationship between the two boys. Something deeper than friendship. Closer than being blood brothers. A bond so strong one cannot conceive living life without the other.
Stories are really reflections of what humans wish reality could be. Life is really, mostly, pretty much the opposite. So literature and books are confusing me to bits. Of course, there are those realistic stories and sad endings... tragic ones. But even those are being glamourised. Death is made to be poetic or honourable. When really, I should think it's simply painful and bloody.
When you think about it, real life is... not as nice. I'm not saying there aren't any people who truly love each other, or there never existed a strong bond between any two brothers or sisters. I'm just saying that words make it seem to be much more.
Words make the world prettier.
And so Plato's whole paragraph, in my opinion, would have been more true if it merely described the happiness of two people who have found much common ground spending time with each other. And not that whole chunk about never wanting to be separated etc.
Ah sigh. Just you see. Tomorrow, I'll be my old self and think all I wrote here is crap (in fact, I already think that). And that really, miracles do happen and relationships can be truly deep and strong and true love exists.
Monday, February 14, 2005
You scored as Remus Lupin. You are a wise and caring wizard and a good, loyal friend to boot. However sometimes in an effort to be liked by others you can let things slide by, which ordinarily you would protest about.
Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...? created with QuizFarm.com |
Wow. This is the second time I'm labelled as Lupin. Maybe I really am like Lupin... Haha..
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Gave dad (I call him abah by the way) his birthday present just a moment ago! That slim, silverish, nice-looking pen from Kino, that I bought yesterday with Eunice and Yu Jie. Wrote him a letter on an HP letter pad. My sis made up a pantun (malay poem) and I modified the second line... (We've been going crazy over pantuns since last last week's fiesta komedi... Cak, cak, Kacak! or Daun rumbia, daun selasih, Terima kasih!)
Our poem to Abah:
Budak kecik lari-lari,
Lari-lari terhantuk laci.
Nyari abah kena happy-happy,
Pasal today abahnye hari jadi.
:P
And I added some corny phrase about the pen... Enjoy your cool, slim, futuristic ink-dispensing marvel! To which my sister responded: -_- And my dad went like, "Hah, this is from Marvel?"
Haiyoh.
Our poem to Abah:
Budak kecik lari-lari,
Lari-lari terhantuk laci.
Nyari abah kena happy-happy,
Pasal today abahnye hari jadi.
:P
And I added some corny phrase about the pen... Enjoy your cool, slim, futuristic ink-dispensing marvel! To which my sister responded: -_- And my dad went like, "Hah, this is from Marvel?"
Haiyoh.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Why is it that I keep doing stupid things? Can't seem to be able to stop. It's absolutely aggravating.
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Read cassie's LJ. Her dtdm is a compendium of all her literary crushes. Other people have literary crushes too! Oh thank god. I thought I was psychotic. Or delusional.
Went out so much during this break from school. And now am so tired and no work is done. Ah sigh.
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Read cassie's LJ. Her dtdm is a compendium of all her literary crushes. Other people have literary crushes too! Oh thank god. I thought I was psychotic. Or delusional.
Went out so much during this break from school. And now am so tired and no work is done. Ah sigh.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Happy chinese new year. And selamat menyambut awal muharram 1426 H. It's the muslim new year as well. May I fulfill my resolutions for this year. (:
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Here I go, pasting...
INFPs (have) a natural inclination toward absent- mindedness and other-worldliness...
Explains my blurness.
INFPs have the ability to see good in almost anyone or anything. Even for the most unlovable the INFP is wont to have pity.
Hm. I must not be so gullible.
INFPs, more than other iNtuitive Feeling types, are focused on making the world a better place for people. Their primary goal is to find out their meaning in life. What is their purpose? How can they best serve humanity in their lives?
The INFP needs to work on balancing their high ideals with the requirements of every day living. Without resolving this conflict, they will never be happy with themselves, and they may become confused and paralyzed about what to do with their lives.
Oh dear.
INFPs (have) a natural inclination toward absent- mindedness and other-worldliness...
Explains my blurness.
INFPs have the ability to see good in almost anyone or anything. Even for the most unlovable the INFP is wont to have pity.
Hm. I must not be so gullible.
INFPs, more than other iNtuitive Feeling types, are focused on making the world a better place for people. Their primary goal is to find out their meaning in life. What is their purpose? How can they best serve humanity in their lives?
The INFP needs to work on balancing their high ideals with the requirements of every day living. Without resolving this conflict, they will never be happy with themselves, and they may become confused and paralyzed about what to do with their lives.
Oh dear.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Went to TIMES to buy Farhan belated birthday present: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. But it turned out to be 18 stg dollars. Settled for a slightly cheaper George's Marvellous Medicine instead. Love Roald Dahl! If that ingenious man can't convert kids to become readers... no one can. He converted my brother, I think. So maybe he can encourage Farhan to read as well.
Maybe Rowling can... but HP books are a bit harder to read. So not for very young kids.
So tired. Had chem SPA. Was sort of a nightmare for me.
Just so tired. Cant wait for CNY week.
Maybe Rowling can... but HP books are a bit harder to read. So not for very young kids.
So tired. Had chem SPA. Was sort of a nightmare for me.
Just so tired. Cant wait for CNY week.