Another Test To Entertain Myself

This is based on Myer-Briggs personality test and it accurately (most of the time lah) describes your personality type. Usually, this personality test is employed by the multinational companies to evaluate you as prospect employer.

Outgoing (E) 50% Withdrawn (I) 50% Realistic (S) 53.85% Imaginative (N) 46.15% Intellectual (T) 50% Emotional (F) 50% Organized (J) 55% Improvised (P) 45% Your type is: ESTJ You are an Administrator, possible professions include - government employee, pharmaceutical sales, auditor, computer analyst, technical trainer, project manager, officer manager, factory supervisor, credit analyst, electrical engineer, stockbroker, regulatory compliance officer, chief information officer, construction worker, general contractor, paralegal, industrial engineer, budget analyst, data base manager, funeral director, cook, security guard, dentist.

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You scored as Musical/Rhythmic. You are sensitive to sounds in your environment, enjoy music and prefer listening to music when you study or read. You learn best through melody and music. People like you include singers, conductors, composers, and others who appreciate the various elements of music.

Musical/Rhythmic		86%
Logical/Mathematical		79%
Intrapersonal		71%
Visual/Spatial		68%
Interpersonal		64%
Verbal/Linguistic		61%
Bodily/Kinesthetic		50%

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Living in Grayscale

The world is no longer divided into black and white. For many centuries, people have been living in the area of which lies in between these two definite places - the gray area. The difference between good and evil and the direct confrontation between the aforementioned parties has been going on in this area for many many years. Yet, there are so many people are looking for a place call shelter in this hot spot. Why? I really do not know. Perhaps you can tell me.

What makes me thinking about this spot? I know the heaven is up above us and the damned hell is just beneath us. The definition of black and white is literally referred to the description of the hell and the heaven. Or to those who will occupy either one of them. Less mortals like us will most probably be lurking in gray area, trying to give meaning to their life.

For what reason am I thinking about this? Heck, I don't know. It seems to me everything is so blurry. The lines which divide these areas are somewhat blurred by the modicum of eccentricity of human behaviours. I guess the only solution is a total makeover. We start fresh, what say you?

Risk taker or Opportunity Loser?

I got this from Judd's blog. It's an interesting piece of writing, in my honest opinion. We usually take for granted of many things and this is one of them - seeking partner for life. Is it a coincidence? is it fate? Or is it ....God knows whatever it is!

See, when chance only knocks our door, it only happens once. And after that, the rest is just a story to be told to friends and relatives about missing chances.

Maybe we can learn one or two things from her story.

Mr Right at the wrong time
By JANICE WONG

Sometimes, timing rather than love decides who we end up being with or without. Only some lucky people marry the loves of their lives. The rest marry the most suitable person who comes along when they are ready to settle down.

A friend in his 20s came to this conclusion after confiding in me that he had recently met a woman who is more attractive than his wife, and so occupies his thoughts more often than his wife does.

If only I had met her before I got married, he said wistfully.

But I think even if the love of one's life appears when one is single, one may not be in the right frame of mind to recognise him or her as such. And then love passes by. Life is littered with near misses and lost opportunities.

I attended my ex-boyfriend's wedding recently, which triggered many memories. We met five years ago when I was 23 and he 31. It was love at first sight. He had an established career, was down-to-earth and steadfastly religious. I was then working as an air stewardess and my head was literally and metaphorically in the clouds. I was also well, let's put it this way not religious.

Despite our differences, we were soul-mates. We had the same quirky sense of humour and shared long, intense overnight conversations.

But human nature is perverse. When someone is excessively nice to us, we start taking things for granted, instead of appreciating them even more. My ex sent me to the airport, fixed my PC, reminded me to take health supplements and go to church. He had everything I could want in a husband except that I was not looking for one. A boyfriend was all I could cope with then. I loved fast cars, danced wildly at Zouk and took off on shopping holidays at a whim. My life revolved around I, me and myself.

In the six months that we were together, he popped the question several times and talked ad nauseam about having children. He wanted us to enrol for a Christian marriage preparation course.

Yes, I did often fantasise about a Vera Wang wedding gown, but I was at that stage of my life when I was more interested in Guess than Baby Guess.

And where dare I admit it? I still wanted to meet other men. So I was a 23-year-old with the emotional maturity of a 13-year-old. Responsibility? Wasn't that for adults?

In short, I met Mr Right at the wrong time.

The more he talked about marriage and religion, the more I felt pressured and the more pressured I felt, the more irritable I became. I was too impatient to compromise. Every trivial matter blew up as a big deal. My mood obliterated the good in our relationship and reached a point where I just wanted out. He was heartbroken; I was sad but relieved. He still called me regularly, beseeching me to change my mind.

The calls stopped finally after a year. Now and then, we say Hi via e-mail.

I had a few painful relationships after that. Served me right, as those rude wake-up calls were necessary for me to realise the meaninglessness of my hedonistic high life. I missed the tenderness of my ex and began having second thoughts. Perhaps I also felt more urgency to find someone marriageable before my biological clock reached zero hour. It dawned on me that I am not a pixie like Peter Pan who can flit around forever. One day, I will wake up sick and alone when my fair weather friends flit away.

But I was too proud and too unsure of my ex's reaction to call him until last year. The first thing he told me excitedly was that he had found The One. My heart tumbled to my feet. So, that's Fate.

If only I could turn back time. If only I had met him later. If only ... what feeble words.

These days, I am more circumspect. I have come to terms with my loss. There is nothing I can do about timing, but I can do everything about my choices. Sometimes, when the nights get lonely, I toy with the idea of marrying a platonic friend of mine, who often assures me earnestly that, if the worst comes to the worst, he'd be willing to marry me.

But I always dismiss that. I have already made one mistake. I should not make another by settling for second best merely for the sake of getting hitched only to regret it soon after, as the guy who confided in me did.

Hopefully, the best is not over but yet to be.

The Straits Times Singapore / Asia News Network

Life is as fast as my Honda EX5

Every morning, my brother wakes me up at around 6 am or 6.30 am. Sometimes, I wake him up. But most of the time, he does! Then, I get myself ready to go to work. I don't take breakfast at home because my mom doesn't usually prepare the breakfast. And besides, we all are independent and grown up adults - we care less about breakfast. Coming to work is the priority!

I start my Honda Boon Siew EX5 every morning and ride it to my work place. Before this its destination is the secondary school not far from home. But now it changes to some office in PJ. So here I am, working in PJ and I am riding a motorbike to the office. I wear the same jacket as my dad wore when he worked in Bukit Aman. So I look exactly like my dad early in the morning - grey jacket, slack and shirt. Except this time, I have some accesories like iPod's earphone attached to my ears and I look slimmer than he is.

See, riding a motorbike to go to work requires you to have an excellent sight. You need to be wary about what is in front of you. Or maybe what's next to you. So, I see many things around me while I am riding the EX5. Ugly buildings, pretty buildings, ugly people and pretty people. Most of the time, they look pretty early in the morning and they change to ugly when the day comes to its end. Okay lar, not so ugly laaa. A bit sour-puss face. And their smell turn a bit 'masam'. But hey, I have my EX5 and I don't take LRT to work. Don't care about their smell because I only smell the poisonous diesel coming out from the lorries on the road.

I begin to think that my life, oh well, everyone's life is moving faster towards its end lately. We become stupid before we become genius. We become old before our time. We even die before our time. Reality hits us faster than we thought. And it ain't pretty, my man!

Everyday we wrestle with traffic jams, neverending workload from office, betrayal, hyprocrisy etc. At the same time, we face sweet friendship, hello from our lover(s), surprise visit from old friends etc. Life balances itself between positive and negative. For those who feel like their life hollow will probably look for inner-self motivation. They search answer for the original questions of Life. Who are we, where do we come from and what the hell are we supposed to do here. Meanwhile, others are looking for something else for themselves. Wealth, friendship, companionship. You name it. They are all there.

As my EX5 moves closer towards Jalan Istana, I start to notice that KL is actually more beautiful than State College, Pennsylvania. Of course KL has less green site from evergreen State College but hey, at least it has the tallest concrete tower in its reserved forest. Tell me, how cool is that!

But later, my ride to PJ isn't as smooth as anybody would have thought. I sometimes accidentally hit someone else's side mirrors (blame it to the creator of side mirror for the car). I sometimes miss the motorcycle alley, instead I take the Federal Highway. I could be summoned by the devil in white with much-look-alike Harley Davidson motorbike. See, we sometimes forget about what we do because everything is so routine. Strictly slotted in our time schedule. We can fix it a bit but most of the time, it stucks there like super glue. Unless, we decide to rip it apart.

When I look at my wrist watch, the time shows almost 8.30 am. Oh my God, I really need to speed up my EX5. Slowly, I whisper to my ride, "Shadowfax, show me the meaning of haste!". And hell yeah, it rides like a true horse!

Hooyahhhh!!! (I think I yap too much when I am riding motorbike...yeahhh, woohooooo, oohyeahhh!! The excitement of riding motorcyle is unbelievably....rejuvenating!)