Operation P(t) tomorrow!

It's a secret waiting to be unveiled with rather bad consequences. The decision to take on the operation was not difficult. Carrying it out would be thrilling, but then again, it won't matter much to me. I forsee a storm, however, a painfully, expected and well-predicted storm. A storm that wouldn't rain but would cause a commotion. An uproar and purposeful deafness.

Paracetamol causes a rise in my body temperature. My throbbing head can't take this for long. Sleep beckons once again.

SEE YOU ON MONDAY, PEOPLE(:

(I'm still moping for the Ferraris. Räikkönen & Massa, go go go.)

OH MY GOD. PATTY SAW KIMI RÄIKKÖNEN AT TAKASHIMAYA!
Hahaha what the hell! The sky's threatening to rain. Please, please, please don't let it rain. Wet circuits and slippery roads pose great danger to the F1 drivers afterwards.

I can't wait for the Grand Prix to be aired!

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God, it was such an unfortunate race for the Ferraris. First, it was Massa's car and the seriously unlucky tank-refuelling glitch. The delay had also caused Räikkönen's car to be stalled too. The Ferraris left their stop at a rather disadvantaged placing. Then Massa had a short and not serious crash into the barriers. Meanwhile, Räikkönen was slowly edging himself back up. Kovalainen, however, was sandwhiched between the top ten and the bottom ten. There were four more laps to the end, when Räikkönen's car suddenly crashed. Oh my god. Devastation welled up within and I was contemplating whether to watch the final four laps. I did, anyways. Alonso had a well-deserved win but I still say the race was whacked, with an extremely unfair outcome to the Ferraris.

I'm so hurt! Gosh.
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It suddenly poured as I read the article about how Lewis Hamilton wanted it to rain for the F1 practice run today.

Because my father's overseas, I had to go to school on my own. It involved the pelting rain soaking parts of my school uniform and my jacket. Though, I wasn't the only person, it wasn't a nice feeling to feel the moisture sticking so close to the skin.

After school, I was planning to go straight home to get some sleep. I don't know why but I feel absolutely irritable and tired, accompanied with much anguish and weariness. I did fall alseep on the bus the moment after it drove past the small section of the F1 circuit. However, Shyaza woke me up to ask if I could have lunch with her.

I think my school juniors like bullying me. Hmph.

Anyways, we had the noisest lunch at Parkway ever. Laughter rang out, piercing to the ears. I think we could have given many people the worst impression ever of the school.

We did manage to get some studying done at the library though. I'd managed to finish an E-Math paper. So I guess obliging to have lunch with her had reduced a part of my homework load. It was a really funnys session. She was having so much trouble with the Physics section in her Science paper, she'd resorted to turning around to this random Chung Cheng girl to ask if she knew how to calculate currents. Lolwtf. So embarrasing. Hahaha. The library sounded noisier than usual and we made sarcastic replies to those who spoke really loudly. Haha.

Right now, my head's buzzing and it's giving me a headache. Anger, disgust and hatred for certain people who cross certain lines. I hate being maligned and I hate people who impose ridiculous rules upon others.

I feel.. I don't know. It's a cross between strain and pain.

But apart from that, I'm absolutely spazzing in excitement, switching on ESPN willingly for the first time in my life to watch the parts of the F1 practice runs. I'm hella excited and I don't even know why. But oh my god, Finnish drivers!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PATRICIA :D
And Henny's right, you don't act your age.

Aside from that.. Paralympics Games are over and Singapore's first F1 Night Race is starting soon. Well, it seems like Finland's getting a bit more attention than it usually does. Perhaps some for good, some for bad. Anyhow, support Kimi Räikkönen and the Ferraris! Yes, he's Finnish and he was champion for 2007. It's rare to hear about Finns (much less famous ones) in Singapore. Support Heikki Kovalainen too! I never knew that the guy who was always on the TAG Heuer advertisments was a Finn. Never ever. Much less had I known that it was Kimi Räikkönen. Haha. This was some really amusing article I'd chanced upon when Googling for the "First Finnish F1 Driver" : http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2008/mar/10/formulaone17

So from China, we have the milk & melamine fiasco. And need I mention the AIG Bank issue in the USA? Just today, we have a Finnish massacre.
http://edition.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/europe/09/23/finland.school.shooting/index.html

I wonder if this would how Singapore would be like had the government allowed citizens to purchase arms.

This isn't a sarcastic remark, but too many people have died lately. Mostly grandfathers and innocent people. What, really, is the world coming to?

Anyways, condolences to the people affected by the massacre - the family members, the friends and the school.

The moment I woke up, I was told to wash up, get changed and go out. From eleven till now, I've been out in the car, armed with my jacket and Chemistry papers.

My parents went to Best Denki, Harvey Norman and Ikea (Tampines) to look for stuff for the new house. My sister went to buy hotdogs because she was hungry while my parents ate in the Ikea cafeteria upstairs. I had to accompany my sister and ended up buying salmiakkimakeinen at the food market. Apparently, it was "Made in Denmark" haha.

Honestly, don't try that unless you've got big guts. The taste of ammonium chloride will drive you insane. It doesn't exactly taste horrible.. But horribly weird and.. well..However, it was a fun experience. This is the first time I've ever seen an ingredient list written in Finnish :D

You should try this: http://www.xrite.com/custom_page.aspx?PageID=77
The lower the score, the better. I'd gotten a 4. If only O levels were this easy.

Was talking to Kee Jia and browsing through Indica's website. Took a look at their CD prices on http://www.recordshopx.com/ and then had a great moment of amusement after looking at shipping prices. Let's say that I want to buy all four of their albums at one go so that shipping would be more cost-effective.

EUR(10.90 x 3 + 18.90 + 24)
= EUR 75.60
= S$157.20

Which means, that per CD, it'll be about S$39.30.

CRAZY. Like I would be able to save up that much money to begin with! Let's not forget that I'm going buy two packs of those Fujifilm Instax Mini films every month leading up to the Turkey trip. I hope it's beautiful there.

Yes, I'm so sorry, this was an utterly random post.

But then again, when have I been much of being predictable?

Ei kai sinusta tule sellaista.

I don't know what's happening either. I'm not quite sure where everything is heading towards. Will this be the end, the change, or progression towards the greater end?

Annoyed at the slightest thing possible, I probably only have myself as an obstacle to consider.

The greatest problem of humankind is self. The Great Self. Pride, egoism and self-righteousness.

Sick of the people who try to crack jokes that aren't funny at all.
Sick of the people who use others for their gain.
Sick of the people who do things at the expense of their future.
Sick of the people who dictate and critque but not do a thing.
Sick of the people who forget and ignore and pretend everything is alright.
Sick of the people who have an inability to evaluate themselves.
Sick of the people who think that words from their mouths are truths.
Sick of the people who are deluded and indulge themselves.
Sick of the people who are so bent on believing themselves to be infallible.
Sick of the people who seek for attention, only to be shunned.
Sick of the people who only know how to pity themselves.
Sick of myself being unable to control myself emotionally.
Sick of it all.

The dominant Naked Ape of agression?
The deluded pseudo-Gods, more likely.

It was a fine day at school. Pretty fine except for a painful toe (which I think is sprained since it still hurts till now) and a really huge obnoxiously painful pimple below my mouth. Lol.

PE was fun. It was nice finally wearing shoes back to school. Plastered toes and greying shoes. Played against secondary ones and threes because our PE teachers decided to combine our PE lessons together. Captain's Ball was chaos but fun.

Lessons were pretty good too. Ms Chua said something about my essay-writing being consistent, handwriting being neat, very, very, neat, but very very small. I was about to dig a whole in right where I was sitting while my classmates laughed at her comments.

By A-Math, most of us were pretty burnt out and was on the verge of falling into slumber. Maybe it's because it's a Monday, or maybe it's because of the PE lesson, or because it was after Biology.. or maybe just because it was A-Math.

Well after school, I'd scooted off for study camp to finish off a sizeable number of A-math assignments. At the same time, Mong Yi and I were busy being mortified at how horny Azidah was. I can't put details up here but it was definitely something that we hadn't expected from her. I'd felt like running and it was convenient since I was already in the PE attire. When I got up, I was greeted by a huge scrawl across one of my A-Math assignments. Lol, it was a really sweet comment. LOL. Thanks, whoever it could have been haha.

I seriously think my toe's sprained. It hurts real bad.

THIS IS DAMN COOL!

I like how today feels, sitting in a cold metallic chair, listening to the music of Kamelot, kept warm by a jacket and watching beads of water of condensation forming on the ceramic cup of cranberry juice on a cool September morning.

If only mornings were usually as calm and simple as this.

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After lunch, I went to look for Björk's Greatest Hits album. Found it at both Borders and Gramophone at $24 and $16 respectively. Obviously, I'd bought it from the latter. When the cashier lady was returning my change, she suddenly commented, "Love your wallet by the way!" I was quite stunned by the random remark. Maybe I should have exchanged a few verses like, "Oh cool, thanks! Did you know that Disney's releasing a new soundtrack for that?"

Hmm. I must be dreaming too much. Björk + Geography now.
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E-Math mock was screwed today. Why? Because I'd read questions wrongly. Honestly, I don't know what goes on in my head when I do papers. Espcially in a cluttered area. Lecture theatre tables are not conducive for studying.

Anyways, after that, my sister and I went to TNS for the annual Midautumn Celebration.There was a performance by two of my teachers. Quite amazing. They were all surprisingly fluent in Chinese even though one's my Primary Three English teacher and the other's my Primary Five Science teacher :/
Didn't see too many people. Talked to Sandy a bit along with Zi Wei. Then met up with Wei Jia. Quite soon after my mother fetched Zi Wei and my sister home while Wei Jia and I stayed in TNS for a while longer to wait for Boon Tiong. Talked about some rather sensitive stuff at the basketball court while we waited. Felt like a catharsis. Talking to Boon Tiong was weird. The guy has serious issues with desperation and his ego. Maybe he should learn to shut up a bit.

While listening to Wei Jia and Boon Tiong talk about inter/intra-school badminton scandals and GPAs, Clement and Joel came over to talk too. They ended up talking about rather weird stuff. Not something I would usually hear about. Came home kind of late anyways. Explains my late post and rather stilted sentences.

I'm tired, unexcited and have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Oh the pain of needing sleep.

I'm totally digging her songs, but not so much the music videos. Though I must say, it makes Vertigo a nice trip into the spirals. Distorted images and fluidity of an inexistent physical body.

Ah, back to Maths.

Stuck at home once again. It's the first day of term 4 and I'm freaking stuck at home. I'll be visiting the doctor's afterwards. My mother and I tried unwrapping the thick wad of bandages last night and everything went well until we got nearer to the toes. I wasn't aware that my toes had still bled so badly to the extent that the dried blood's practically caused the bandages to stick to my toenail-less toes. We snipped off the rest and left that sticking bunch there and rewrapped it.

I freaked out because I had no clue how much freaking blood two toes can cost you. I freaked out because I didn't really want to see toenail-less toes. I freaked out because if I yanked the bandages out, I will be shrivelling in pain, my toes will be gushing out fresh blood or both. My pain tolerance isn't very high. It's funny how I can stand piercings but not yanking off stupid things like bandages.

Ah well, I'll have to get it removed afterwards. I'm not in school because my head's still spinning and I've already finished the pills. Ugh. Another reason is my foot. I scanned through the timetable and saw Geography lecture, double English periods and A-Math. That would mean that I'll have to do a heck lot of fast-walking which I can't do in this state. I'll probably have to take lifts as well but what's the use because the lift is located at the other end of the school from my classroom and the Khoo Auditorium/Lit-Lang Room/Tutorial Room.

I'm not going to waste the day away. A-Math papers, here I come.. As soon as my bandages are off.

Zi Wei's ranting to me about how the end of the world is coming on Wednesday, and then 2012 instead and she got worried when I said I heard from somewhere that the world ends in 2010. Actually, I don't see much of the point about worrying about something that you can't control.

What I'm really scared of right now (and so is Elaine, after showing it to her), are the O level entry points to JCs. Oh my freaking god. The scores are so unbelievably small. My preliminary examination results won't get me into freaking anywhere.

I don't want to end up in a polytechnic. Not because of any discrimination or anything, but it's just that I don't want to freaking go to school in my own clothes everyday. I'd rather wear a school uniform. I don't want to travel so much just to get to school. I don't want to do all these hands-on stuff. I'd rather study off the textbooks for another two years then continue with University rather than do projects all the time.

Nor do I want to end up in an ITE. Same reason -- I don't want to wear my own clothes to school everyday. I can't do anything technical or anything that has to do with assembling. I don't even know where the ITEs in Singapore are!

Obviously I don't want to end up in a Vocational Institute! If I have to, I'll execute my suicide plan of watching The Exorcist continuously and subsequently kill myself however the way I want after watching it and tormenting myself mentally and emotionally. I mean seriously, if I can't handle ITE, VI would be.. Out of the question.

Oh my god.

I don't want to end my education here. What the hell can you do with bad O Levels grades? I want to do General Papers, sit through A-Levels, go to university. Ohmyfuckinggoodness, I'm scared.

Ugh.

And if the end of the world is really so near.. I'll decide what to do after Os, okay?

One final thing. My toes bled through the thick wad of bandages. I don't know what's going on and I don't know if I'll be going to school tomorrow.

AH GODDAMMIT. THE OS SOUND MORE LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD.

WHY ARE MY TOES STILL FRICKIN' BLEEDING?!
Okay, I'm not really freaking out, my mother on the other hand is though. I'm just like.. meh.. apart from the non-stop bleeding. It's weird because the blood bleeds through the layers of gauze quite badly. Gah. I'm just wondering how I'm going to be able to get over to the doctor's afterwards. And need I mention, nobody like's going to the doctor's twice in a week. And that reminds me, I have a final installment of pills to finish.

Vitamin for nerves and bleeding toes.
What a wonderful holiday I'm having, seriously -.-

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I'm back from the doctor's, a bowl of fruits and a bowl of towhuay with Zi Wei. Such an exciting morning. It was barely noon when I already had five anaesthetic injections for my toes and two broken and bloodied toenails ripped off by the doctor. My mother was there for the first three jabs and offered moral support. She ended up gripping my arm tighter than I had on her arm as the doctor inserted the needles into the skin. I found that rather amusing. I was attempting to be reassuring and said, "Well, at least this is better than childbirth.. right?" She shuddered at the thought and said, "But it's different!"

My mother had to tend to my sister and thus left after the third jab. Prior to that, the doctor said that two jabs would do the trick. However, he realised that I could still feel the prick of his needle upon my toes even after the third jab, he decided to give another two. I was seriously amused and was giggling rather hysterically. He prodded my toes with the needle again but this time (finally), I couldn't feel a thing. The part on ripping the toenails off.. I can't really remember because I couldn't see much. I had to lie down throughout the procedure. Not because I felt faint or anything, but because it was a bloody job and it had to be done at a comfortable level of elevation.

As shocking as the five jabs which all felt like piercings, was the size of the medical bill. I feel bad. A moment of folly led to a quarter of a thousand and a waste of anaesthetic resources. My feet's rather neatly wrapped up in layers of bandages. The doctor joked and had asked, "So do you want special bandages?" I didn't quite understand, I thought it was waterproof or some sort of special medical bandages. It turned out that he was asking if I'd wanted decorated bandages of Disney theme or so. I was like, "HUH NO THANKS. IT'S OKAY." The doctor replied, "Oh okay, I was just kidding." Zomg -.-

So how long did the anaesthesia last? FIVE FREAKING INJECTIONS FOR TEN MINUTES -.- Holy shit.

Well, I had a huge problem trying to get back home because my foot no longer fit into the slippers. Zi Wei was really nice having waited for me to climb the stairs.

Ah, homebound with four packets of medicine inclusive of the ones for Vertigo. Gosh, this is like, the best holiday ever.
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Note to self:
Do not ever think of trying to jump over your sister at the slippery swimming pool. You'll only end up slipping and causing two of your toenails to be hanging on the hinge, barely attached to your toes.

Yes, my toes are bleeding like nobody's business right now. I'm just curious about what footwear I would be wearing to school on Monday =/ Just in case you're wondering what happened, I tried jumping into the swimming pool and over my sister and ended up skidding on the slippery floor. For a moment I thought I was going to kick her nose but she ended up being unharmed whereas for me....... toes.

Okay. I need to tend to my bleeding, chlorine-soaked toes.

I'll write a new song for Leona Lewis. It's called Bleeding Toes.
Keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding.. in pain.

我不甘愿。

我真的真的不了解为什么一个最属于我的东西会那么容易地从我手里溜走。

但我也只能怪自己。

怪自己为什么当初要做出那么愚蠢的一件事。

Suddenly, I feel really moody. I wish the rain continued instead of threatening to fall and suddenly hold itself back in again. But I must admit, sometimes, I feel like it is in-sync with the way I feel most of the time.

It's called self-restraint, self-control & self-discipline.

I've been trying to search for an envelope for the past.. I don't quite know how long. I'm trying to outdo the previous few cards that I'd sent to Nadine. Unfortunately, the card's late once again but this year with better reasons than procrastination. The school's piled on us a stack of practice papers and coupled with the loss of body balance, it's getting difficult for me to holdeven a pen in my hand and to write on paper with it. Doing graphs for the papers were a killer for whenever I bent over to draw lines, my head spun ferociously. It was as if being put on a centrifugal revolver. I drew pretty lines. Lines that completely did not follow my ruler and disgusting graphs which looked so horribly jagged that I had to edit it so many times.

Well, I guess this is what you get when your eyes refuse to focus.

So I'd searched for envelopes in places which I hardly look in. I found a few things that I've stashed since secondary two. Funny how when you're five and look at your baby photos, you feel intrigued. At seven, you look at the pictures when you were five and say, "Yuck, fat." When you're twelve and you look at pictures from since you were born, you'll feel glad that you're older. And when you're thirteen, you become crazy with all the chemical changes going on in the body. Same with fourteen. At this age, you end up doing things that when you're at sixteen, you'll look back and say, "Gosh, I can't believe how stupid I was."

I don't know what to expect after the next seven months, when the seventeenth year of life on earth begins. I wonder how it'd be like when I'm past twenties. How does one feel about one's years of living as you grow older? At sixteen, you're already sick of the world, sick of the society, sick of humanity. Are you going to continue your life in sobriety? Are you going to give into temptations of the real world? Are you prepared to lose what you've once had? Are you prepared to receive more than you would ask for? What's more important - your values or the things that the society wants you to become?

I wonder how my parents feel at their age. Half a century. Gosh, that's much to think about.

Do you feel like this too?

Sigh. I feel a need to be childish. Very impossible of this, but wouldn't it be great if we could stay forever five? At the point of time where every aspect of your live is so well covered, sheltered and protected. You don't have to worry about what other people think of you. It's that point in your life where you actually look forward to getting to school. That time when school was only for two to three hours. It was when you didn't have to care. It was when you were full of hopes but were not expecting anything. It was when you were so optimisitc and naive. It was when all your options were wide open. It was when whenever you felt distressed, you took your golden key to open up the glass doors into your world of imaginary friends, toys, world and fantasy. It was when you were given the time and rights to dream. It was when you were allowed to be nonsensical, to be crazy, to be completely unrestrained by what you now call financial straps, social norms and self-evaluation. It was when your parents smiled at you encouraging, you felt like you could carry the whole world on your shoulder and still trot along, oblivious to the evils and ills of humanity. It was when life was as simple as candy in front of you.

To know more is to feel more. To feel more is to worry more.
To worry more is to appreciate more. To appreciate more is to hold on tighter.
To hold on tighter is to feel the sense of loss greater.

Ultimately, we lose. But the outcome isn't what matters. It's how we deal with all of these.

My piece of advice for today. Don't expect anything. When you expect something, you have everything to lose and little to gain. When you go with the flow and leave things as they are, you have everything to gain and little to lose.

That is of course, not to the point where you rot and decay.
But you get my point, right?

Buddy buddy buddy's birthday(:
I wonder how Aussie weather's been because it's been pouring pouring pouring here. Not that I should be complaining because I love the wet weather, except when clothes don't dry fast enough and when I'm caught in the rain. Otherwise, lovely.

I found the old skin a bit to dreary and had to change it. Blogskins, despite its tumult of horrible, haemmorhage-inducing, pathetic excuse of layouts, there are still rather good ones. So I guess, dear friends, or to those who read this, you won't be seeing red and black for a little while and I think the font size is a little easier on the eyes now.

September equinox in 20 days.

This was something random I saw off Hazel's LJ

The Inspirer

As an ENFP, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you take things in primarily via your intuition. Your secondary mode is internal, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit in with your personal value system.

ENFPs are warm, enthusiastic people, typically very bright and full of potential. They live in the world of possibilities, and can become very passionate and excited about things. Their enthusiasm lends them the ability to inspire and motivate others, more so than we see in other types. They can talk their way in or out of anything. They love life, seeing it as a special gift, and strive to make the most out of it.

ENFPs have an unusually broad range of skills and talents. They are good at most things which interest them. Project-oriented, they may go through several different careers during their lifetime. To onlookers, the ENFP may seem directionless and without purpose, but ENFPs are actually quite consistent, in that they have a strong sense of values which they live with throughout their lives. Everything that they do must be in line with their values. An ENFP needs to feel that they are living their lives as their true Self, walking in step with what they believe is right. They see meaning in everything, and are on a continuous quest to adapt their lives and values to achieve inner peace. They're constantly aware and somewhat fearful of losing touch with themselves. Since emotional excitement is usually an important part of the ENFP's life, and because they are focused on keeping "centered", the ENFP is usually an intense individual, with highly evolved values.

An ENFP needs to focus on following through with their projects. This can be a problem area for some of these individuals. Unlike other Extraverted types, ENFPs need time alone to center themselves, and make sure they are moving in a direction which is in sync with their values. ENFPs who remain centered will usually be quite successful at their endeavors. Others may fall into the habit of dropping a project when they become excited about a new possibility, and thus they never achieve the great accomplishments which they are capable of achieving.

Most ENFPs have great people skills. They are genuinely warm and interested in people, and place great importance on their inter-personal relationships. ENFPs almost always have a strong need to be liked. Sometimes, especially at a younger age, an ENFP will tend to be "gushy" and insincere, and generally "overdo" in an effort to win acceptance. However, once an ENFP has learned to balance their need to be true to themselves with their need for acceptance, they excel at bringing out the best in others, and are typically well-liked. They have an exceptional ability to intuitively understand a person after a very short period of time, and use their intuition and flexibility to relate to others on their own level.

Because ENFPs live in the world of exciting possibilities, the details of everyday life are seen as trivial drudgery. They place no importance on detailed, maintenance-type tasks, and will frequently remain oblivous to these types of concerns. When they do have to perform these tasks, they do not enjoy themselves. This is a challenging area of life for most ENFPs, and can be frustrating for ENFP's family members.

An ENFP who has "gone wrong" may be quite manipulative - and very good it. The gift of gab which they are blessed with makes it naturally easy for them to get what they want. Most ENFPs will not abuse their abilities, because that would not jive with their value systems.

ENFPs sometimes make serious errors in judgment. They have an amazing ability to intuitively perceive the truth about a person or situation, but when they apply judgment to their perception, they may jump to the wrong conclusions.

ENFPs who have not learned to follow through may have a difficult time remaining happy in marital relationships. Always seeing the possibilities of what could be, they may become bored with what actually is. The strong sense of values will keep many ENFPs dedicated to their relationships. However, ENFPs like a little excitement in their lives, and are best matched with individuals who are comfortable with change and new experiences.

Having an ENFP parent can be a fun-filled experience, but may be stressful at times for children with strong Sensing or Judging tendancies. Such children may see the ENFP parent as inconsistent and difficult to understand, as the children are pulled along in the whirlwind life of the ENFP. Sometimes the ENFP will want to be their child's best friend, and at other times they will play the parental authoritarian. But ENFPs are always consistent in their value systems, which they will impress on their children above all else, along with a basic joy of living.

ENFPs are basically happy people. They may become unhappy when they are confined to strict schedules or mundane tasks. Consequently, ENFPs work best in situations where they have a lot of flexibility, and where they can work with people and ideas. Many go into business for themselves. They have the ability to be quite productive with little supervision, as long as they are excited about what they're doing.

Because they are so alert and sensitive, constantly scanning their environments, ENFPs often suffer from muscle tension. They have a strong need to be independent, and resist being controlled or labelled. They need to maintain control over themselves, but they do not believe in controlling others. Their dislike of dependence and suppression extends to others as well as to themselves.

ENFPs are charming, ingenuous, risk-taking, sensitive, people-oriented individuals with capabilities ranging across a broad spectrum. They have many gifts which they will use to fulfill themselves and those near them, if they are able to remain centered and master the ability of following through.
..Lol? It had sort of.. ripped me into several sections and quite thoroughly addressed the weaknesses and strengths of my character.

I've lost track of how frequently (or seldomly) I update Blogger.

We've reached September so quickly. August had been a tornado of events and a hurricane of overwhelming emotions. Lights, cameras, action. Sometimes it makes you wonder if you yourself are in a movie. So much drama, so much to take in.
Time's passing so quickly. Less than two months to Os. Less than three months to the end of Os. It's supposed to be the September holidays these week. But being at where we all are at the moment, the holidays and all things pertaining to relaxation can wait.

At this very moment however, I have to deal with this crazy spinning in my head and a broken tap. For someone who bathes with at least forty degrees Celcius water, a broken tap and ice-cold baths really annoy me. As for the spinning in my head (or ear), I went to the doctor's today. He'd unintentionally reminded me that I had an injection for this last year. Well, maybe, just maybe, I might be losing my hearing, eh?