INTJ - "Mastermind". Introverted intellectual with a preference for finding certainty. A builder of systems and the applier of theoretical models. 2.1% of total population.

Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, not very altruistic, not very complimentary, would rather be friendless than jobless, observer, values solitude, perfectionist, detached, private, not much fun, hidden, skeptical, does not tend to like most people, socially uncomfortable, not physically affectionate, unhappy, does not talk about feelings, hard to impress, analytical, likes esoteric things, tends to be pessimistic, not spontaneous, prone to discontentment, guarded, does not think they are weird but others do, responsible, can be insensitive or ambivalent to the misfortunes of others, orderly, clean, organized, familiar with darkside, tends not to value organized religion, suspicious of others, can be lonely, rarely shows anger, punctual, finisher, prepared

favored careers:

scientist, dictator, forensic anthropologist, systems analyst, philosopher, nuclear engineer, political analyst, researcher, statistician, scholar, research scientist, computer scientist, software designer, curator, computer programmer, aerospace engineer, electrical engineer, paleontologist, english professor, philosophy professor, chemical engineer, epidemiologist, forensic scientist, museum curator, research assistant, mechanic, astronomer, figher pilot, librarian, systems administrator, neurosurgeon, book editor, biotechnology, archeologist, lab tech, bookstore owner

disfavored careers:

advertising executive, job in entertainment industry, performer, singer, art therapist, childcare worker, bartender, dj, even coordinator, hair dresser, wedding planner

Happy Stress

So I haven't written for a coupla weeks now - it's school, darnit, school. Admittedly, I had plenty of time to drop a line or two, but I didn't really have anything remotely interesting to share then. I guess I still don't have anything remarkable to relay... But anyway, I miss blogging. So please pardon this half-brained exercise of ranting random thoughts. It's a habit I haven't been relishing lately....

Some reminders for myself now that I'm a senior, supposedly mature and street-smart:

1. Get off at the right stop. Since June 1, you've gotten lost TWICE because you didn't get off where you were supposed to. The first time, you rode a jeep in Philcoa, which wound its way through Cubao, before it passed by Philcoa again and you finally realized you were back where you started. The second time, you rode a Katipunan jeep, fully intending to get off at Balara, only to realize you missed your chance to say para, thus, leaving you no choice spare getting off in front of Petron. Again. Presence of mind, dear. This ain't a reflex contest, but it's not playtime in tellytubby land either.

2. Jog around the acad oval to boost your stamina. If you don't, you'll feel faint in Women's Basketball again; do you want Coach Juliano to force you to lie down? That aside, energy is a prereq for this game. Just imagine how many calories you and your classmates burn each time you scream whenever the ball's within a three-meter radius!

3. Don't go to the tambayan if you want to study. If you go there, you'll think of nothing but playing Mismo, exchanging playful barbs with Ging, or attempting to answer crossword puzzles with Simoun. Don't. Even. Think. About. It. The girls might even force you to teach them Nobody if the Desabelles aren't around.

4. Watch a movie more than once if you really like it. Chances are, you'll shed that tear you've been keeping in check the first time around. Say, Toy Story 3, which you watched with Mary the first time - the cinema being so jampacked you had to sit apart - and with PC the second time. The first time, the Andy-Woody drama made you sniff; the second time, a tear actually rolled out of your tearducts. So rewatch movies if you like them. Just not on a Nodame-marathon level, okay? You don't have time.

By the way, time can't be gold. Gold can be exchanged, it can be a commodity, or an alternative to money. But time? Can't be exchanged. If it flits by, it's flitted by. There's no catching it back.

summer aftershocks

If anybody from UP is reading this (and no, Tichang, in case binabasa mo 'to, you're not counted) I'd like to apologize for my kasabawan this week. Granted, yeah, I've always been a bit off my rocker, but these past few days I've been... something short of crazy. I have a theory regarding this weird phenomenon:

During the summer, I was stuck in a house in a foreign country, barely going out, having nothing to do. I literally was unproductive, an even bigger shame than being unemployed. I could argue with myself and say I'm unproductive at home (in CDO) too, but the thing is, I'm not. Er... complicated, yeah? Thing is, if I were at home, even without my laptop to write with, I could have bought several books and DVD's and drowned in them all. I could have gone out with friends, bullied Mac til he attended the k-oke session at my house, maybe even bonded with the cousins over lunch shifts at Saimato. But noooo, I was in Israel, turning what promised to be an exciting new adventure into a boring period of isolation.

Over the summer, I realized I wanted company. I needed friends. As much as I love my Auntie Fely, my mum, and my father, I really needed, wanted people my own age. All I had to vent my feelings on were the Nat Geo Adventure channel - which later disappeared from our cable TV because we didn't pay for it - and my mother's numerous romance novels. Given these circumstances, I guess it's understandable how I returned to UP obnoxious, excitable, bossy and perpetually hyper, when in the past, I sought silent refuge in Lavinia the Laptop.

I will fix this. I will shut up next week, promise.