my goodness, look what I found on facebook - a personality test.
ad verbatim:
INTP
Introverted iNtuitive Thinking Perceiving
INTPs are quiet, thoughtful, analytical individuals who don't mind spending long periods of time on their own, working through problems and forming solutions. INTPs tend to be less at ease in social situations and the 'caring professions,' although they enjoy the company of those who share their interests. They also tend to be impatient with the bureaucracy, rigid hierarchies, and politics prevalent in many professions, preferring to work informally with others as equals. INTPs' extraverted intuition often gives them a quick wit, especially with language, and they can defuse the tension in gatherings by comical observations and references. They can be charming, even in their quiet reserve, and are sometimes surprised by the high esteem in which their friends and colleagues hold them.true eh..最近、平和や曇りの空です。 私の感じも奇麗な空です。
今日、私のpan-fried chickenとても美味しいです！
絶対成功！
ごめ、食べ物の写真ではありません．．．
写真は次です。
期待する！
じゃまた
今日、cold storage には食料品が買います。
私は料理の勉強とおもいます。
頑張れましょ！
Jaded.
Been trawling for lost memories..
I search in the murky depths of my mind, for the slivers of thought that still cling to them; items & the people they point to. Like the faded pieces of writing that lie around, slowly crumbling but crumbling nonetheless into dust. The fresh ink is fresh no more, and only the faint outline remains; only the traces of the once-clear memories linger.
The many dreams and the many shes, the smiles of hers.. all a fuzzy, static haze, sepia with time. Memories are graveyards sometimes.. graveyards of wistful could-have-beens. To be visited once a year on a random day, when sleep has hidden itself and the melancholic mood beckons.
I have chased so many, many dreams only to give them up halfway. A curse perhaps? A plague of perennial failure? Why is it, that what I want is not what I get, but that I hate what I become? A creature of comfort, of futility - is this me? Slack in the embrace of relative wealth, the man becomes a spineless vegetable. Where is my happiness?
A duet on a soft Autumn night, with the stars in the sky. Two hearts in rhythm, with the melody flowing gently, playing softly, connecting them. It is the way she smiles as she glances shyly at him, he concludes. His piano sings for him, of her and her smile. Her hands tremble lightly on the heartstrings of her violin in passionate vibrato. She blushes. There is something about his eyes; deep, eternal, mournful. Etched with Sorrow, the gift of Time. Yet a quiet smile plays lightly on his lips, and her heart melts... such were her thoughts as her violin sang to him of her love. T'was just another Autumn night, with busy people rushing in the neon-lit city streets below. But that night two souls melded together as one; together, with his love, her love, the unspoken melody and the beautiful night sky.
Life has been a bit depressing lately. I got a bit upset over the uncertainty of the future. I guess.. I was afraid. And I kinda know I didn't do too well for my As. Call this Post-A-level blues. It hit me pretty hard. Sometimes all we need is a listening ear. A ear so that we can rant and sort things out in our minds. There's no need to speak or give advice (might complicate things). Just being there is more than enough. When all else fails, a good cry in the dark would suffice. Sort of.
All my hopes and all my dreams seem to hang in the balance as results for As draws nearer. Its frightening. Well, I've talked to dad and he says he can't send me overseas. So I'll just have to settle for a local Uni. Or worse case scenario, a poly. Whatever. Life seems pretty jammed up now. God, you listening? This would be a good time to bail me out. haha
