REMINDER TO SELF

Must upload photos of the 门神 in our lift now...

It's nearing election... >:D

About Your Type

To those whom I told to that your MBTI type might change over the years, I now make a post to correct the misconception:

Your type doesn't change. You're born with it!

I would suspect that the only change over the years is the development of your four cognitive functions based on your circumstances. (To find out about your cognitive functions, just type your type and read up Wikipedia, personality page etc.)

So yeah, you'll always have natural strengths, dispositions and weaknesses.

I personally think figuring out the four functions is the quickest way to gain an insight into yourself, why you do what you do and what makes you tick.

♥

My Uncle Spoils Us Too Much!!

Both my parents have gone to Genting for a week (they supposedly return today).

Ommmggggg.

When we went for lunch/dinner, he queued for us, paid for the food, and bought beverages. And he washed the clothes.

AHHHH HE SPOILS US TOO MUCH!!!

(And the red packets he give easily contributes to 1/3 of our entire red packet collection amount each year. xD)

So! As a compensation, I'm ironing the clothes now. :3

Reflection

Recently, I have been reading some heavy topics. It's 117 pages long and I'm only on 50+.

But I have half the answer of what has been screwing up the relationships I have with some...erh no. Make that most people.

It makes sense now, but I haven't got a clue how to deal with it. >_<

Periodic Reminder

I. Have. Feelings!

WOW! Surprise!!! I have feelings you know??? Eh, surprising lor...! Hahaha...~ I have feelings...

... -_-

Ever since I found out, found evidence and affirmed that my secondary function is Te, tertiary is Fi, and inferior is Se, it has explained the many alien things that I did and still do.

Oh guess what, it happens so that it's not in my dictionary to make people feel good about themselves, and it is a nonexistent requirement for me to speak the obvious.

OHHHH guess whatttt here we go againnnn hahaaaaa.

Sigh, please, pay me no heed. I'm turning mental at the thought of my inadequacy in the Fe Se and even Si department, really. No sarcasm intended, and I mean literally what I say.

A response

I don’t have much habit from reading on my house desktop, and I read very little on my laptop (mostly because I play online games, and oddly, the screen is too big for me to want to read). Thus, I found out that I could read blogs and stuff via Google Translate at work, so I took the time and translated http://aslongasitlasts.blogspot.com.

(Yeah, I typed this at work.)

While I don’t really want to comment on other people’s blog entries, lifestyles and stuff, these two particular lines caught my attention:

“I wonder who still even reads this blog (other than the spammers) anyway. I could be talking to myself.”

Now bear with me, because this is going to be horribly longwinded.

I don’t have a habit of blog hopping, actually. In fact, your blog is probably the only one I read now since I can remember the address. Even so, I admit to not reading it frequently. (It’s probably once in one or two months that I read it.)

If I may be allowed to be brutally honest, I personally see very little point reading up on other people’s lives. First, I feel cluttered with unnecessary information. Second, there is no action that I can take. Third, I make a natural assumption that everyone wants to mind his or her own business and I’m expected to mind my own. Finally, as long as no one is dying on me (physically or emotionally), I’m fine.

This doesn’t mean that I don’t care. It just means that I don’t know how to care in the way people want me to. I have never been apt to express concern with regards to others’ well-beings, and I’m misunderstood a lot for it. When I do start to express the concern, I’m tagged with being ‘weird’, nosy, and inquisitive and I should just stop minding in the first place. Some people don’t even realise that I’m actually expressing concern. In this regard, I almost feel like a handicap.

Plus, after a horribly honest assessment of the way I experience things, I have now conceded to the fact that I suck at sympathising and empathising. Somehow, it seems, I have a powerful air of showing that I don’t care, such that whomever decides they want to try their luck talking about their emotional experience with me all end up wondering if I even felt a thing or whether I’m just pretending to care.

Thus, if what I’m going to say or not going to say is going to end up causing people to think that I don’t understand and care, then I’d rather not inflict upon them the misery of the knowledge that I don’t seem to care, regardless whether I care or not. In a way, I feel I am not given the right to care, but perhaps, I didn’t earn the right to care.

Does the entire thing above make any sense?

Despite everything I said, I am not taking what you said personally; as in, I don’t feel offended whatsoever. I’m just offering a perspective that may help you to see that it’s not that people don’t care; they probably have their reasons to appear as if they don’t care. Or at least, I feel that you feel that nobody cares.

In another possible scenario, most people probably don’t know what to say about your experiences either. They either feel they are not in any position to comment since they aren’t you, or they haven’t had such deep feelings about the same things as you do to be able to empathise with what you’re going through. I’d stick with ‘not knowing what to say’ as the most common issue, but I could be wrong.

To be honest, I’m wondering how my words would be or are taken as you read. I know of people who blatantly skip an entire chunk of what I said and tell me that I’m too longwinded so they didn’t bother. I used to be left wondering if I should get angry, but now I pretty much accept that my words are like Kopi-o-siew-tai: Bitter coffee with no sugar. (I like teh-o better though but that’s beside the point)

If you’re still reading up to this point and you feel you can take what’s gonna come, then here’s finally my response to your entries. (I can’t copy and paste your entries to make references, so I guess I’m going to be really vague now.)

Blearghhh

Pink Colour Lipstick seems to be moving in a totally question mark directionnn. I used to think it was somewhat better than Cruel Temptation, but right now it feels bloody insidious. I'm dying a slow death watching it, and it has come to a point where I watch fragments of it and guess the progress of the story.

Oh, come on, wtf. Haha.