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My Personality Type: The Analytical Thinker

Analytical Thinkers are reserved, quiet persons. They like to get to the bottom of things - curiosity is one of their strongest motives. They want to know what holds the world together deep down inside. They do not really need much more to be happy because they are modest persons. Many mathematicians, philosophers and scientists belong to this type. Analytical Thinkers loathe contradictions and illogicalness; with their sharp intellect, they quickly and comprehensively grasp patterns, principles and structures. They are particularly interested in the fundamental nature of things and theoretical findings; for them, it is not necessarily a question of translating these into practical acts or in sharing their considerations with others. Analytical Thinkers like to work alone; their ability to concentrate is more marked than that of all other personality types. They are open for and interested in new information.

Analytical Thinkers have little interest in everyday concerns - they are always a little like an “absent-minded professor” whose home and workplace are chaotic and who only concerns himself with banalities such as bodily needs when it becomes absolutely unavoidable. The acknowledgement of their work by others does not play a great role for them; in general,they are quite independent of social relationships and very self-reliant. Analytical Thinkers therefore often give others the impression that they are arrogant or snobby - especially because they do not hesitate to speak their mind with their often harsh (even if justified) criticism and their imperturbable self-confidence. Incompetent contemporaries do not have it easy with them. But whoever succeeds in winning their respect and interest has a witty and very intelligent person to talk to. A partner who amazes one with his excellent powers of observation and his very dry humour.

It takes some time before Analytical Thinkers make friends, but then they are mostly friends for life. They only need very few people around them. Their most important ability is to be a match for them and thus give them inspiration. Constant social obligations quickly get on their nerves; they need a lot of time alone and often withdraw from others. Their partner must respect this and understand that this is not due to the lack of affection. Once they have decided in favour of a person, Analytical Thinkers are loyal and reliable partners. However, one cannot expect romance and effusive expressions of feelings from them and they will definitely forget their wedding anniversary. But they are always up to a night spent with stimulating discussions and a good glass of wine!

Adjectives which describe your type: introverted, theoretical, logical, spontaneous, rational, analytical, intellectual, sceptical, pensive, critical, quiet, precise, independent, creative, inventive, abstract, eccentric, curious, reserved, self-involved, imaginative, unsociable, determined, modest, careful, incommunicative, witty

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Random #2

     Sitting in the room for almost a day did hurt my human spine and caused my legs numbed.I was thinking,well planning actually to read on the 'History of the English Language',then continue reading 'Jane Eyre'.So much for a 'homely' person I guess.But,I'd rather called myself a 'roomie' person now.Since 'homely' also means lacking in physical attractiveness; not beautiful or unattractive.Or do I fit into the description precisely?
If it's true,I preferred to believe the other way round.Can't I? XD
Nah,that doesn't really bother me now.A lot of things needs my undivided attention.The sentence that keeps going constantly in my head since last week was  "so many books to read,so little time.."
Fasting does do me a favor in terms of giving me more time.I get more time to concentrate on my reading,more time to wander off into the library,and definitely more time to write something here.
See, I don't really write any serious stuff here.Just to fill the gap that I have these days.Writing serious,heavy stuff would demand more of my time here than what I should be doing-assignments.Yes.

My Dear Gentleman

My Dear Gentleman,

Is not A Prince,

Not even a noble Knight indeed,

But merely a Commoner,

Like You and Me.

He's not that rich

Yet,willing to share his Dish,

And..

To make things Better,

He's always there in need,

Smiles and laughter never left his side,

They keep him company and save my life.

Do imagine,

He's not as Perfect,

He makes Mistakes and he does Forgets,

And Yes,

Always he boasts how Flawless he'd be,

Of that the man I know is He.

Nevertheless,

His words are the words of Wisdom,

and his acts are as Genteel,

Honest,respectful and truthful I believe,

He's my dear Gentleman,

Can't you See?

Courage

True courage is not the absence of fear—but the willingness to proceed in spite of it.--Unknown

My thoughtless mind flew aimlessly as I stared outside the windows;reminiscing every distinct event that I've been through for the last 2 and a half years. Flashbacks outlined themselves before my eyes like a movie..

>> I  recalled the time when I was in my  freshman year.. (now,I'm a senior!) hahaha :P 

I was intensely worried,and ridiculously nervous( like always), thinking how I would survived in this new place.So,back then,the seniors kept telling us that we needed to join projects and stuffs to be able to stay in college for the coming semester.Plus,it would gave our resume a 'face lift', making it more appealing for our future job application.

Indecisive,I opted to just go along with the flow..and found myself engaged to a few projects later on.It appeared that I could not bear any 'corporate' style of working and regretted my very own choice.I had to go through quite a problem,trying to disengaged myself from those projects except for one.Lucky it was still quite early,and they merely started anything big.

This one project taught me to really,really stand on my own feet and reassured myself that I too,had the ability to achieve what others had.It was not the end that matters most,it was the process you went through that counts.I fought  in the same battle as anybody else did,but won a different victory.So did everyone else.Of that,I'm positive.That was,so to say the 'instant' lesson learned.

Just recently did I became aware of the fact that I never really finished what I've started.I need a slap in my face,really. Of course I finished all my assignments and submitted them on time.This one is more on the attitude part.The one which do not involved my academic life.Example(s)? Quite a number to mention.I tend to back off and simply assumed that I can't possibly continue whatever I intended to do .Doubtful thoughts hesitated and circumvented every possible situation that might demand skills or talents from me.

Deep down,I was and still afraid to face people..and dreaded conflicts so much that they would probably triggered allergic reactions if they were diseases. Fear grew wilder inside of me and ate my heart bit by bit each day. I kept silent in the dark and suffered the consequences of my actions.Once,a person I loved dearly told me that I had the heart of a mouse. I just brushed it off thinking it was lame.The funny part was that I too,felt like it's true somehow. (Tale of Desperaux)
I worshiped values,endeavored first class attitudes as I believe that they are a major components in differentiating individuals.There're many other factors that can exert influence and shaped individuals and these are just one of them. Who am I to say what's right and what's wrong anyway?These are just from my shallow point of view. The view  I perceived from the small world I lived in.

Today,in my speaking English class,I was waiting for myself to stand up and presented my article. Mine was emphasizing on creating and sustaining ethical behavior.The focus was more on the 'value-attitude-behavior' chain and there was this Martin Seligman guy who reviewed the 6 core virtuous values which I found adaptable in any real-life situations. I was flipping through my points for the last time when all of a sudden  I realized what my so called self needed the most...

It was COURAGE.Yes,that was what missing before. Later, I took a deep breath,stood up and presented.Quite smooth. I was nervous,trembling (a bit) and ate my words(I think) and but there's this warm feeling in my heart assuring me that I was a different person a few minutes ago because I know I do have COURAGE in me and promised myself to let it grows stronger each day ahead.

Oozing Out..

It has been a while since I last blogged. *sigh*
Final year is DEFINITELY hectic though it seems like I have plenty of time to spend doodling and dawdling around compared to last semester.
There's so much to talk about,plenty to read,overflowed information,opinions,views and stories to be written..yet so little time.What a pity.
The desire to write is gasping their way out from this little heart of mine.If it had a voice of its own,no doubt it would reprimand me for putting on delayed:everything or anything that crossed my mind lately-and here I am,trying to sort out every word possible inside my head to fill this very post.
The more words I see,the BETTER.Redemption,that's what it is.
Keeping this blog a company need more than just a promise made to myself.It needs consistency.Yes,indeed.