INFJ

Did the Myer Briggs personality type test thing. Heard of it before? It's darn accurate (that it's sorta creepy) and have a high reputation.

Apparently I'm type INFJ, the Protector, the Individualist:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/INFJ

http://www.personalitypage.com/INFJ.html

Plus, from the wiki profile of INFJs, my Enneatype (yet another personality type thing), INFJs are commonly Romantic (Fours).

Fours

Characteristic role: The Individualist
Ego fixation: Melancholy
Holy idea: Origin
Basic Fear: Being commonplace
Basic Desire: To be unique and authentic
Temptation: To beat themselves up and withdraw
Vice/Passion: Envy
Virtue: Equanimity
Stress/Disintegration point: Two (Disintegrating Fours become dissatisfied like unhealthy Twos)
Security/Integration point: One (Self-actualized Fours are idealistic and progressive like healthy Ones)

I find it to be rather funny. This is MAI.

Mai told me about it, she's type INTP. Both our types are pretty rare, INFJs are 1% to 3% of the population, INTPs are 1% to 5%. I'm not sure bout the other types (there's 16). Will read more on it. It's interesting~

What's your type? Find out here:

http://haleonline.com/psychtest/

It won't take long at all. Just four questions. o.O Yeah, 4.

Explained lotsa stuff bout me and guess what? INFJs are suitable to become Dentists! HAH. I knew it. It's my destiny. Seriously though, the test is only 4 questions yet it's able to deduce people into 16 types with highly accurate (at least mine n Mai's were) descriptions. Everyone should try it.

So, what ARE you peeps out there?

P.S: Saw EPIC FAIL. It's AWESOME. (House: "You already made me get a room mate. Wilson only has one bedroom. We can't get any closer without unzipping.") BWHAHA. Heard that? Since House lives with Wilson now, Wilson has adequate amount of scenes! Yay~

Broken

(That's a REAL python!)

YES. I've watched it. HOUSE MD Season 6 Episode 1 - Broken.

I enjoyed the 2 hour premiere immensely. Now, my Tuesdays shall be meaningful.

This is great. I shall have something to look forward to every week~

SPOILER ALERT!

I like this. I like the fact that House finally saw that if he wanted to continue practising medicine, more importantly to continue living, he has to change. And change he did. He acknowledged his hang ups and worked or at least attempted to work on them.

Now...WILSON. Haha. There's only a TEENCY bit of Wilson in it but it's confirmed that House shall be staying with Wilson :D this means...MORE SCREEN TIME for Wilson! HAH.

Ehehe that aside, I really really like the patients in Mayfield. Especially Alfie (or Alvie...), "Freedom Master" and the weird black guy who doesn't speak much~

Worldly

I want to be more worldly.

Like my brother for example. He's wordly and grounded.

Yes he is and I mean this, I really do.

Arts & Literature & Life sciences keeps me going.

Maths? Fuck no.

Dentistry? Haha. I'm positively delusional. But hey, I'm yet to be disillusioned

by this absurd career choice of mine. It's too darn practical that it is what it is.

Absurd.

P.S: By all means I oppose the usage of the F word. It's just that it's, MATHS. To me, they're synonymous. Negative. Vulgar.

P.P.S: Selamat Hari Raya everyone.

Princes of Mine

Wheeeee. Last night, David sang 'America the Beautiful' in Arthur Ashe Stadium, NY at the US Open 2009 before the Women's Singels Final & Men's singles Semis.

David + Tennis + Roger = EPIC Awesomeness.

Roger beat Djokovic in the semi's (7 - 6, 7 - 5, 7 - 5) and delivered a pscyhospazztastic tweener shot that wowed even himself! xD HAHA. Seriously, how'd he do it?! But then again, nothing's impossible when you're Roger Federer armed with a tennis racquet~ JUST DO IT. Heh.

*Note: Nadal got creamed by del Potro (6 -2, 6 - 2, 6 -2). Pity.

Witness Roger's Golden Touch

David even twittered about it! He's precious :)

One more thing. Not to forget my precious Djoker (Djokovic) antics:

(Djokovic impersonating McEnroe)

"GIVE ME SOME BALLS!"

HAHA xD

UPDATE:

I had my chemistry quiz today and I think I did decent. I don't know. Oh well. Quizzes every week is normal now. So, MEH. ANOTHER %@$#^!*& Math quiz this Thursday...so sheep. Anyways, these events lit up my day :) David. Tennis. Roger. Love them.

Oh, the finer things.

Enough shittake from me. I'll study hard.

Become a dentist and earn enough dough to:

Own a Jaguar (or an audi perhaps...),

build a Surau,

donate 1K every freaking month,

attend Tennis grand slams every year,

have a mini library and art gallery in my home,

own a baby grand piano,

and

circle the world with my little brother.

MY version of the finer things in life.

STUCK IN MY HEAD:

Between Love & Hate - The Strokes.

Pain in Numbers.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 56 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68...etc.

I wrote and wrote until I got to 102.

"Leana, what're you doing?"

"Nothing. Tummy ache."

"..."

My headache was killing me but I don't want to be a 'wuss', so I shut up and wrote them numbers. Numbers that I hated so. It was all futile though. A 'wuss' I am. So, I went home and started listing again. Pitiful.

Dancing With Sanity.

She danced across the blues and landed in a puddle of orange. The tangy citrus scent pinched her nose and it made her smile. Splashes of pink burst all around her face making her giggle and topple over. Greens and indigos crept up her arms and intertwined themselves in her hair. A bolt of white and grey struck near her head and she laughed delightedly. Sally rolled over a bed of purple and she crawled towards the yellow fluffs. Aquamarine blew into her face and danced in her eyelashes. It was then, when everything turned black. Sally woke up.

She was all alone in an inky darkness that enveloped her in a tight embrace. Sally opened her mouth and tried to scream. The darkness swallowed everything except for Sally. She could only see her own body. The heavy mass of blackness suddenly lightened and turned hazy. Sally felt herself floating. She tried to scream again before she realized her mouth was no more. Instead a gaping hole shaped in a perfect circle has formed.

Sally kept floating. It was not long before she started crying. To her astonishment, her tears were multicoloured. Every single drop sparkled against the black surrounding. Sally’s tears did not fall, they floated around her like fireflies. When she reached out to her tears they scatter. Helpless she watched them fade away. A faint hissing noise started to echo, reverberating, as if bouncing against a metal container. The hiss started to multiply, it turned into a din that hurt Sally’s ears.

Scrunching her eyes shut and clamping her ears with her hands Sally curled into a ball. Folding into herself, the noise started to grew faint. Until, it was abruptly dead quiet. Sally opened her eyes only to be blinded by a whiteness that had replaced the cold dark. As her sight readjusted Sally saw the familiar flower field beneath her. The sea of colourful flowers seemed oddly frozen. Cold even. It was then that Sally realized that she had not been flying. No. She was falling. Sally smiled and closed her eyes. This time, peacefully. It was time.

Worlds Apart

WORLDS APART

These words in my eyes,

Can you hear them whisper?

These dreams I clung with my fingerstips,

Can you hear them cry?

These thoughts I imprison in my heart,

Can you feel them beat?

These feelings I cup in my palms,

Can you see them spilling?

You can't hear the whispers,

You can hear the cries,

You can't feel the beat,

You can't see them spill.

Because we're different,

You and I,

Worlds apart,

It tears us apart.

Decency

I should try and be more decent.

Maybe,

I should care whether my socks match.

I should stop wearing the same tudung everyday.

I should stop eating on my bed.

I should stop thinking about clouds.

I should stop drinking chocolate milk.

I should stop saying 'sheep'.

I should start writing stories again.

I should get myself a new painting canvas.

I should start painting again.

I should start walking properly.