Classic examples of self-indulgence

First, there are those who are interested only in what they have to say.



And then, there are those who are only interested only in what they believe.



Just fooling, you know I love you both. ;p

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SIS! ;D

MBTI.

I'mlate.
I'mlate.
I'mlate.

Those were the first three words in my head when I woke up and found out that it was 8.55 in the morning. Five minutes to drag myself out of bed, wash up, get dressed, father my stuff, start the car and get to church.

Not good odds.

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MBTI stands for Myers-Briggs Type Indicator. I suppose you'd heard of the other personality test - the one about Sanguine, Choleric, Melancholy and Phlegmatic people. MBTI is something like that, just... More complex.

For one, instead of 4 different types, MBTI seperates people into 16 different types.

Kind of like how when you are eight years old, you think that the world is only made up of good and bad people. Then suddenly you realize that there are the popular-good people, the snobbish-bad people, the arrogant people... And so on.

It was... Enlightening, to say the least.

I am now a certified 100% Introvert (it's really true. My extrovert score is ZERO).

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Well overall I'll say that it was worth the time and the money put in. It's a kind of understanding about myself and the people around me that I just cannot get by reading up an article on wikipedia.

Man, who needs a psychology degree when you're surrounded by psychos?

I don't know if I can yell any louder

Life has been epic, to say the least.

It is just assignments and work and all the other nonsense piling down on me everyday. Every one of them just screaming out for my attention, I almost want to just tell them to get a life. It's the same rant everyday: Why do I need to know how to use Microsoft Excel? I don't really have to do this, do I? Why didn't I start doing this earlier? Why do I have so many things to do? Why, oh why, do I seem to gravitate towards Facebook every five minutes?

I don't want to do Computer Applications.
I don't want to think about Environmental Science.
I don't want to work 5 hours a week for a stupid scholarship.
I don't want to crack my head over ideas.
I don't want to handle these people.
I don't want this responsibility.
I don't want this.

Please, God, just take it away.

I am only one person, with a head, two arms and two legs and a brain that is not exactly Einstein. I should not be expected to do all of this and finish it with excellence.

And then I saw this guy.



I am reminded.

Humbled.

Inspired.

Oz.

Give me some courage that I might be with you.
Give me some brains that I might think of you.
Give me a heart that I may love.

You.