I am ...

the Observer
Test finished!

you chose BZ - your Enneagram type is FIVE.

"I need to understand the world"

Observers have a need for knowledge and are introverted,

curious, analytical, and insightful.

How to Get Along with Me

• Be independent, not clingy.
  
• Speak in a straightforward and brief manner.
  
• I need time alone to process my feelings and thoughts.
  
• Remember that If I seem aloof, distant, or arrogant, it may be that I am feeling uncomfortable.
  
• Make me feel welcome, but not too intensely, or I might doubt your sincerity.
  
• If I become irritated when I have to repeat things, it may be because it was such an effort to get my thoughts out in the first place.
  
• don't come on like a bulldozer.
  
• Help me to avoid my pet peeves: big parties, other people's loud music, overdone emotions, and intrusions on my privacy.

What I Like About Being a Five

• standing back and viewing life objectively
  
• coming to a thorough understanding; perceiving causes and effects
  
• my sense of integrity: doing what I think is right and not being influenced by social pressure
  
• not being caught up in material possessions and status
  
• being calm in a crisis

What's Hard About Being a Five

• being slow to put my knowledge and insights out in the world
  
• feeling bad when I act defensive or like a know-it-all
  
• being pressured to be with people when I don't want to be
  
• watching others with better social skills, but less intelligence or technical skill, do better professionally

Fives as Children Often

• spend a lot of time alone reading, making collections, and so on
  
• have a few special friends rather than many
  
• are very bright and curious and do well in school
  
• have independent minds and often question their parents and teachers
  
• watch events from a detached point of view, gathering information
  
• assume a poker face in order not to look afraid
  
• are sensitive; avoid interpersonal conflict
  
• feel intruded upon and controlled and/or ignored and neglected

Fives as Parents

• are often kind, perceptive, and devoted
  
• are sometimes authoritarian and demanding
  
• may expect more intellectual achievement than is developmentally appropriate
  
• may be intolerant of their children expressing strong emotions

Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele

The Enneagram Made Easy
Discover the 9 Types of People
HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages

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Hot weather poem

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Back with the poem... T__T

Campfiring Gods
By Hiyashi

The gods are having a campfire
Up there they gather
Happily together
Totally forgetting how they affect the weather
Of the world down under
Pity us for having to suffer
But greedy we must not ever
Gods deserve enjoyment like any other
Therefore, we shall wait patiently for it to get better

*waits patiently*

I want...

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I want to blog but the only word keep surfacing in my brain is "HOT" hot hot hot. The weather is so hot that everyone is not in their right state of mind, not that they were in the first place. *shrugs* I keep type and delete, type and delete... because I can't seem to form a proper sentence to express what I want to say. In fact, I'm not sure what I wanted to say in the first place. @__@ I want to go open Microsoft Word and attempt to write a poem. *hot weather makes people do crazy things*

*sniff sniff* Mind you, I'm not crying *sniffs*

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Argh.. I'm sick! Yukira down. -_-;; Well, down with a flu. No thanks to the Terengganu trip with my coursemates. I'm not complaining about the trip, it was much better than I would have expected. However, as my lecturer said, we can plan but only god decides. Therefore, it rained, rained and rained. It was not pouring heavily but I didn't see sun for that three days there. Ironically, the rain tend to stop everytime we are on the bus and starts to drizzle everytime we are about to get down the bus. By the time we start walking around, it rains. T_T It was a damp experience. *sniffs* Now, I sound like I'm sobbing all day long. *sniffs*

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Today's class was about 'Tones' expressed with words and images. We are to write a short paragraph using a specific tone on anything. Here's what I wrote:

"It's frustrating when you are not doing what is suppose to be done. I know I have to do it, so why can't I just get it done? Argh, the lack of motivation is killing me! Why, why, WHY?! I really must get started with it tonight, TONIGHT!"

Obviously, I'm FRUSTRATED! And guess what! It's 1.30am now and I haven't done anything beneficial just yet. *goes to a corner and mourn*

What am I doing at 1am in the morning? Take a photo of my altar. My great ALTAR of FOOD. *sweatdrop* Thanks to my friend Cubbie, who sent a photo of her 'altar' to me (note: altar = stuffs on our hostel shelves), I took a photo of my 'altar' which is where I store all my food and sent back to her. Thus, altar of food. -_-;; I pray to food. *speechless*

Here's the photo.

My vitalite glows! LOL.*sniffs* Oyasumi.

Your Power Color is Green

You feel most at home in a world of ideas. You're curious and logical - and enjoy a good intellectual challenge. You're super cool, calm, and collected. Very little tries your patience. Your only fear? People not realizing how smart and able you are!

What's Your Power Color?

Remembering my 'knocking' experiences

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Just this morning, I knock my head slightly on the computer table when I bent down to scratch my leg. *blushes* It was a soft hit but it made me realized how I tend to knock my head in the most outrageous ways. Thanks to the constant knocking, I think I lost some of my memories since I now only remember two of the worst knocking incidents I have encountered.

Incident 1:
Happened when I was living in an apartment with my friends. After done bathing, I changed right in the bathroom. Once again, I bent down to wear my pants and *bish* I hit my head against the edge of the sink in front of me. =_=;;

Incident 2:
Happened in the same apartment. I was sending a friend off and silly me decided to bow *don't know why I was so polite that day* but thanks to my sudden politeness *bish* I hit my head against the grill door in front of me. =_=;;

Sigh. I think I have problem measuring distance? I probably shouldn't bend so much.

ps: dear tomodachi, if anyone remember my other 'knocking' experiences, please let me know. *swt*

"Papa, when you were small ..."

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On Christmas eve, I wanted to ask my father if he celebrated Christmas when he was young. I started the conversation with ...

me: "Papa, when you were small..." I noticed my dad trying his best to shrink smaller *imagine two hands in front of him with close fists, a pose one usually do when they are cold*

me: "Pa, what are you doing?"
papa: "How small? This small?" *uses the thumb and forefinger to indicate a specific size*
me: -__-;;

Anyways, later that evening we went for dinner at a western restaurant, well not pure western since they have fried rice and all that kind of local food as well but western was their main forte. My dad wanted to order the Christmas special set (expensive) and a simple fried rice (cheap) to share with my mother, that way they can try both and even up the price. Heh... but the waiter commented that they only served western food for these two days, Christmas occasion. Fine, no fried rice then. Surprise, surpise, I wanted to eat my favourite food, spaghetti and once again he said "today we have western food only." -.-;; Okay, umm.. I'm assuming spaghetti is Italian? Not Western? @__@ Fine, I flip the menu to the front where all the chops are and ordered "Grilled Chicken with Italian Sausage" He answered "Okay, one grilled chicken with italian sausage." That's so unfair, he should say "sorry, no italian sausage we going to replace it with western sausage instead." Blah.

Last but not least,

A crappy mini Christmas tree made from parsley (parsley from three different plates of food), with this I hereby wish everyone Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year~!

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