Gushy, emotional and unfocused. Am I?

I remember doing a short version of this Myer Briggs test in one of my Information Systems classes last year. It was pretty fun, and sort of accurate.

Today I bumped into it again in Will's blog and with more than 4 hours to spare, I did the personality test.

And the result of that was:

You Are An ENFP

The Inspirer You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends. You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules. Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives. You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller! In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart. You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts. At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do. You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist. How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused

What's Your Personality Type?

I would say it's pretty accurate for some, and not so for others. Usually works that way anyway.

What say you?

Uh-oh.

I just woke up. About 15 minutes ago. At 4.45am.

There's MASCA Sports Carnival in about 4 hours.

I'll be playing in that sports carnival, for badminton and for netball.

I woke up to find a message from a netball team mate that her ankle might not make it, so she might not play. Not good. Seeing as she was our one and only GK (Goalkeeper).

It's friggin cold at 5am in the morning. I think I'm going to watch the sunrise. Not that I haven't before.

So why am I awake at this time anyway?

Is it because I slept at 12? And body clock has been set at 5 hours therefore I just woke up?

Is it because of my jitters in playing my games? Afraid that I'll disappoint myself, or worse, my partners or teammates?

If it was the former, I guess waking up at 8 plus when I sleep at 3 plus for the past few weeks has helped make that a habit.

If it was the latter, I hope not.

A mess of words.

I sometimes wonder how come ang mohs find it so hard to pronounce Chinese names. But well, maybe a weakness of the Caucasians I guess.

But it's just hilarious how they can mess up names, no matter how simple they are.

For one, my name usually ends up being pronounced "zeen yee". Technically it's wrong cause it's supposed to be "seen yee", but friends in the closer circle call me "zeen", just cause "seen" sounds weird.

Ohkay, so maybe my name is hard. But Chi Yao would be pronounced "chee yaaoo" but Mr Miller seems to have taken a liking to calling him "ciao". Lately, it seems his preferences have changed. Now his "ciao" has evolved into a "John". Try saying it fast a few times, you might just get "ciao" to sound like "John".

That's one type. Then there's the ones who are so lazy to pronounce acronyms as they are. Dah lah they're acronyms, you want to make them even shorter. Lazy bunch of people we are. There's a few creations of ours, the LBE (Laws of Business Entities) that becomes "lerbee" then there's MSO (Malaysian Students' Organisation) which is referred to at times as "miso". But calling CGT "shitty" just doesn't sound right anymore. CGT stands for Capital Gains Tax (if you were wondering).

Maybe someone should tell my Tax Law lecturer that. It just sounds weird when he goes on and on about "shitty tax" and "shitty events". Makes you wonder what "shitty" day he's been through.

The second H word.

H-O-T.

One word that wholly describes the current weather conditions here in good ol' Canbo.

The heat feels way worse than the one I get at home in Malaysia due to the humidity and the lesser amount of clouds.

And when you experience weather like these:

• You learn to appreciate the goodness of an air conditioning unit in your room.
• You feel like running home every time you have a chance to.
• You feel like dunking yourself in the bathtub, but realise you haven't got one so you feel content with staying under the cold shower for a long period of time (i.e. 30 mins - 1 hour).
• You find working in a bakery with hot ovens excruciatingly painful.
• You tend to get worked up more easily due to the extreme heat frying your brains.
• You tend to get sleepy everytime you reach a cooler place because it's the sort of thing that you go "aaaahhhh....." and your whole body relaxes and you just go into sleep mode.

But somehow, I'm not nearly as ready to let go of the summer weather yet. I do very much prefer the sun to the cold.

Even though I do always complain: "I'm mellllttiinnnngggg......"

Huh? #2

Sort of deja vu of yesterday's situation.

This time a customer bought something worth $3.50 and so I said "$3.50".

She then proceeded to pass me the money and then said "Don't worry bout the change."

So I said "Thank you" then proceeded to check the amount that she gave me. It was only $2.70.

So I shouted "Excuse me, it's $3.50"

Then she was like "Huh? Oh for some reason I thought you said $2.60. Sorry bout that."

Hmmm....the heat must be frying more brains than I thought possible.

Huh?

It was a very ultimately busy day at work today. With a sudden crowd at a time when there is not the availability of staff to entertain, poor Corina and I were overworked. Waay overworked.

And to add salt to wound, I spilt half a bottle of my milk in the fridge so I had to clean it out and Corina had to make extra donuts as the available stock was depleting way too quickly. So we had to juggle our cleaning and making in the midst of entertaining a huge stream of customers.

And by the end of that hour, when Khoo Sui came to our rescue by coming in for work, the both of us were mentally and physically exhausted. I lost the ability to count and Corina lost the ability to (I don't know). We were tired. Period.

And then I served this guy, he bought I-don't-know-what which came up to a total of $5.40 so I said "5.40 please". He took some time, fiddled with his wallet and pulled out a five-dollar note and handed it to me.

So I continued standing there, waiting for the forty cents to come. He then looked at me. And I repeated myself - "5.40 please".

And then he said, "I don't have the 40."

And I was like, "Huh??"

And then he repeated "I don't have the 40."

And I "Huh??" again.

Then it dawned on him. That I was not waiting for him to give me the 40 cents so that it could simplify his change (like how people give $5.30 for something that costs $4.30 so that they get $1 change instead of $0.70 change). That I was indeed waiting for him to pay his full amount.

And then he shied away in shame.

But I was too tired to think too much into it till much later when it dawned on me why he kept saying "I don't have the 40".

Guess we all have our blonde moments.

Change, perhaps?

As is with everyone's hype over our Malaysian election, I'll join in the "fun".

I must admit, I am not very politically inclined, never was, don't see it happening in the future. But yesterday night, as I was in Ah Boy and Sheng's place, watching the election results live on Channel NewsAsia, I was actually pretty excited!

Having known not much about any party, really, all I knew was what I've been hearing, bits and pieces from everywhere. About how PAS is this all-Islamic party and if they ruled, Chinese and Indians say bye bye Malaysia. About how DAP is this Chinese party that would offer Chinese more rights if they won. Stuff like that. Oh of course, there's the BN is so horrible that they should be shunned.

And as BN lost many many seats yesterday, it got more and more interesting. It was like, wow, I'm watching live democracy in action! With sooo many people going on about how they would be voting for the opposition this year, just to deny BN their 2/3 majority, it actually seemed like it was happening. And it did.

Having lost 5 whole states, including both the states where I stay and where my hometown is, I hope there'll be a change towards the better. Shah Alam is now under PAS, and Kedah is under DAP (I think).

What changes can there be? Don't ask me. I REALLY have zilch idea.

But heck, any change is good. Cause change means people have moved on. And moving on is DEFINITELY good.

Animal instinct.

I think it's all in us - animal instinct. We're protective over our young, our possessions, and ourselves. It's human nature to want to ensure that we live long happy lives.

Anyway, I've rolled off my original point.

So ya, my animal instinct acted up this morning when I was happily serving a customer at work, and I went to the cash register to cash in the money and once I went back, my spot was forcibly snatched away. Together with my pair of tongs and my position of servitude at that time.

I disliked her at that very moment. (I mean, I sort of did before that too, due to other encounters.) Anyone in their right minds and being brought up with proper manners (no, I am not blaming her parents, I am blaming her for not learning it right) would know, you do NOT just come in and take over. No one does. Not even the boss of the bakery. So who in the world are you to do such a thing.

And at normal times, you had the guts to just STEAL my customer. I mean, I get it, you're bored, people ignore you, blablabla, but when I asked someone what they wanted and they say what they want, you do not help me answer them back then proceed as if you were there all the time.

Sudden deja vu. I seem to have bitched bout this other person who've done this before.

But yea. And coincidental as it might be, people I dislike tend to have the liking of sweeping my feet. As a pretty superstitious Chinese girl, I have an inborn dislike towards having my feet swept. And as Murphy's Law states, she did sweep mine today.

And the dislike scale increases rapidly.

I also tend to dislike people who like to demand things of their employer. It is also a known fact that when you state your availability times, the employer has every right to decide when you're working, and whether you even are working in the first place.

In struts aforementioned girl and complains how come she is only allowed one hour of work, when in fact she's got the horriblest timetable. True, it's not her fault. But heck, if you know you do not have the time to work an extra job, don't!

P.S. She's working in another restaurant, which I have come to associate with bitchy waitresses. Oh, how coincidental again!

She's got an hour here, an hour there, and she expects to be working on all THREE of her available hours. Like, for real??

I think sometimes, when we're handed oranges, we should just be happy and not demand for apples. (Analogy thus said cause I prefer apples to oranges.)

It's back to the same ol' routine.

And back to mundane life.

Nope, not done unpacking, but time won't wait for me. So classes have taken on a will of their own, and started as time asked them to.

And slow pokes like me have to run till we're out of breath to catch up, and end up last in the race.

Work, class, home.
Or class, work, home.
Or work, work, class, home.
Or work, class, work, class, home.

Sounds boring?

Not quite! In between, I get to terrorise newbies with my hyperness, say farewell to a man who has given me "fatherly" advice, tried and failed to secure a tutoring position, and rule the upperworld and underworld of the bakery that I work in.

I likey!

The unwantingness to unpack.

I know.
My room is currently a mess.
I know.
My room looks like a tornado hit. Three times.
I know.
It's really hard to find things or get things sorted out.
I know.
Classes are going to start next week.
I know.
If I don't have things prepared I can't or won't work properly.
I know.
I need to unpack really soon.

I just need.
The mood to.