STOP harassing me you Lesbo/Butch

Ahem, I only just realised this morning something about what the lesbian/Butch (henceforth to be known as LB) said. She told me 2 days ago that she found out about my resignation through my blog. Heck? how'd the hell did she know that? My open blog said nothing about me leaving at all.

Being the supremely dumb person at the time, I thought that someone had blabbed and naturally, I didn't like that. Anyway, this morning... EUREKA! ... or more truthfully... SHITTTTEEE!!!@#!#@!#@! it hit me... the LB had found her way into this blog.... my "closed" blog where only my closest friends are told to come. Dammit... dammit dammit...

But wait a minute, why not turn it into my own advantage? I mean, I certainly can't tell the LB off in person in full view of my soon to be ex-colleagues and good friends. And, while I want to get my point across, I am not mean enough to turn LB persona-non-grata in her own workplace lest it comes back and hit me as bad karma. At least... NOT YET.

So here is the unvarnished truth. If LB had indeed found her way here and is hurt by my words, so much the better. At least, she will bloody well know to stop harassing me and leave me alone.

1. I am NOT GOOD FRIENDS with LB
2. I am NOT CLOSE to LB. That's only wishful thinking on her part.
3. I don't like LB. She is creepy and wierd.
4. I don't like LB. I think she is either a lesbian or a sex-change operation wannabe.
5. I don't like LB. She keeps making passes at me although I have told her to "Fuck off"
6. I hate LB for making use of our mutual friend to try to get close to me. My views have not changed. I do not want to go out with you. I do not want you to "treat" me to dinner, I do not want to travel with you and most certainly, I do not want to keep in touch with you after I leave.
7. I also do NOT want to play internal mail tag with LB. STOP sending me "gifts" via internal mail. I don't want anything from you, NOT software, NOT french movies, NOT Cirque du Soleil stuff... NOT anything.
8. I want LB to leave me alone. She is scary.
9. I will delete and block LB once she is no longer my colleague.
10. I will remove her from my MSN, My e-mail as well as my phone. I will also not answer any of her calls and sms.
11. I want LB to stop harassing me. Isn't it clear that I am only trying to be professional and politically correct at work but I really really don't want to have anything to do with her at all?

LB, if you do not cease and desist... and you keep harassing me either directly or through our mutual friends... Even if it is something I will not want to do, I will personally see to it that everybody will know and think that you are some kind of whacko homosexual stalker... from your department to my department to wherever. So stop it. I am leaving.

Let me leave in peace... or forever suffer the consequences.

A Time for Action

For those of you close enough to me to know about this particular blog, instead of the more ‘open’ one at MSN Spaces, I am finally moving on with my life.

Yeah, I have a new job offer. One that I suspect is bigger than anything that I have done so far. One with a motley of opportunities both for earnings as well as for learning... ok, ok and in Bushfield's words.... performing.... Cheh... like I am a performing monkey liddat....

But, I digress.

I will miss my colleagues that have in the last few years become friends.
I will miss my gym and swimming kaki's
I will miss the people that I bitch to on MSN about work and the world in general.
I will miss the family like ambience in my current place.

Doing paperwork all the time is not for me. Writing minutes is the most tedious and boring job to do. But, I do it a lot. I also 'force' and 'manipulate' others for unpopular initiatives that "Waste Important Time". While I have no buy in myself, what real moral grounds do I have to make others do so. But do it I did and leading by example, I tried. I did well, but I absolutely hated it and it made me miserable. I realised that in my small way, I do have the strength of will to make people do things, but I would rather they choose to follow me than to be coerced into it. Forcing people to do things that they don't like and does not benefit them takes a chunk out of me emotionally.

I guess in a nutshell. I think my job is damned tedious and boring BUT I like the people and environment.

So I must go. Like a big fish that has outgrown its pond, I must swim on to a river and mayhaps to a bigger lake. I have outgrown this place, with it's friendly smiles and laid-back people, it's all good but job wise, I am unfulfilled. If I am honest with myself, I have too much spare capacity. Not so much in terms of time... but plenty to spare in terms of brain juices and abilities.

Life has its trade-offs, of course, I am trading stability and comfort (and boredom) for exciting new opportunities that come with higher risks (and better pay!).

And so... I go.

Friday Beach Party

4th August 2006

In all honesty, I have absolutely no idea what possessed me to agree to a night out with S. Firstly, the fact that it was a corporate function for a financial company would have set my alarm bells ringing, which in fact, it did. Next, there was the dubious fact that I needed to turn up only at 8.15pm on a Friday night. Alright, ok. I made myself go because I felt that I was getting a tad bit too hermetic, even for my own liking. Plus, I needed to make new friends anyway.

So there I was… waiting with S in front of Spizza at Harbourfront, wishing for the life of me that I hadn’t agreed to come. It was almost 9pm and her friend C had only just reached. Great… so there were supposed to be 5 of us and the 2 hosts. That makes it 7 people squeezed into a tiny car. God bless *dripping sarcasm*. It didn’t help that the ladies were all dressed up for a party, when all S said to me was, yeah, sandals are fine… when I specifically told her that I was going to wear a T-shirt and culottes. Oh well, I guess I knew the implied dress code for the beach party, but in my own way, simply refused to conform to it.

The trip into Sentosa went well, considering that the security guard merely waved us in despite being able to see us 6 ladies and our “pimp” (I am going to refer to C*****n as this henceforth) squeezed in the car. Tanjung Beach itself looked good. The live band was from Wala-wala at Holland V, so the quality was never in question. The bar didn’t stinge on the drinks. The bourbon tasted like bourbon… not some watered down version and they did indeed serve decent bubblies… (champagne).

By right, all should be fine and dandy, except for the sinking feeling in my stomach. I really really don’t enjoy social situations… urgh… I hate them in fact. My back was aching from sitting hunched over the PC for too many hours on end, I was very tired and wanted nothing more than to crawl into my bed to sleep.

Still, I was a good sport. I mingled around, met a couple of fund managers from all over, chatted people up… mostly with the men and boozed aplenty. I think I overdosed on the booze a little. I had maybe 2 bourbon cokes and several.. 5… or was it 6 glasses of champagne that night, way more than usual. I must have been high for I found myself being literally dragged to the dance area by the pimp. He kept stressing that humans are social creatures… and seriously, although I agree with that statement, I also know that humans must be comfortable before they can be sociable. Halfway through, my senses kicked in and I decided enough was enough. Dancing was not my thing… neither was the night life thingy.

Strangely enough, I had more conversations after that… with more men, again mostly fund managers and dealers. Go figure… anyway, most of them were pretty decent and could carry a conversation. I reckon things weren’t so bad…. Until I met E****d. Ugh. Now, that guy was a nightmare came true. Man, I was actually enjoying my conversation with this guy M**k on his job at U** when E****d came along with stinky fingers who tried to feel me up. Yikes!

Come on, it’s not as if he was a hunk. Personally, if I wasn’t so polite, I’d say he was a sorry looking sod. But there he was, with his thinly veiled propositions and sexual innuendoes. I rather think he was trying to get laid that night… Ugh.. distasteful to the extreme.

Still, I can be a class act when I choose to be. I simply pretended to be an idiot and not get his meaning.

All in all, it was a good night. It opened my eyes to a number of things which I had forgotten existed, simply because I kept away from it. And once realized… I know that I will keep away from such people even more.

As I did get home in the wee hours of the morning, my resolution to wake up early to go for a morning jog basically didn't work out. I didn't even wake up until 11am. even then it was to do a bit of my chores, buy my brunch and "plop"... back to bed I went. I finally managed to haul my ass back home in the late afternoon. Still, it wasn't all bad. I did drink a whole bottle of water before sleeping so I didn't suffer from too much of a hangover... merely an extended bout of sleepiness and a loose bladder. *hahaha*

One Chapter in my life closes

Sunday, 23 july 2006

Yesterday, I finally met up with K to close our joint bank account. I had been trying to speak to him since April about it. Initially, I had wanted to be friendly and still keep in touch as normal friends would and maybe to broach the subject tactfully and gently in one of our conversations.

Alas, it was not to be so. Perhaps it was a stroke of fate, because he was expecting it, or because of his own personal reasons, K decided to hide from me; not picking up any of my many phone calls (maybe once a week, or once a fortnight over the last 3 months), not replying my smses or my e-mails.

Until one fine day, my temper came to a boil and I snapped. I wrote him a very strongly worded e-mail which reflected exactly how I felt. I was angry, hurt and totally frustrated at his behavior. It took the e-mail being re-sent a few times before he deigned to reply. Why was he behaving this way, when all that has happened was simply, what he said he wanted in the first place?

He didn’t want us to continue as a couple and to stop doing all the stuff that we used to do together.
He wanted me to move on with my life.
He wanted us to remain friends.
And he got exactly that.

And then, he had to avoid me like the plague when I finally got it in my mind to move on. It was so transparent that he was avoiding me, although he said he wasn’t. I shouldn’t have asked really. Why ask a question when you know the answer but the words you hear will be a denial?

When we were at the bank, he was sniffing away and rubbing his nose. Normally, I am the one with the sensitive nose and flu prone. K is rarely ever so. I don’t know if I was being oversensitive, but he kept refusing to look at me. Maybe he was feeling sad, but I wouldn’t know. He doesn’t really share his thoughts and feelings with me anymore. I no longer know.

Anyway, we closed the account and divided the assets between us. I asked him if he wanted the sapphire + diamond ring back. He asked me to keep it. He asked me if I wanted the steel latch-ring back and I said it wasn’t the same. The steel ring was interesting but still costume jewellery. The sapphire ring was a very expensive item. In the end, he kept the steel ring and I kept the sapphire ring.

We walked out of the bank and K ran off, saying that his bus was coming. And without much fanfare, what was possibly my most serious relationship to date has finally come to an end. No more loose ends to tie-up.

Still, I spent half the day indoors, mopping up the tears that I thought had run dry. Perhaps, I still needed to mourn the relationship. For 6 months, the joint account was the only thing tying the two of us together. Closing it was like knocking in the last few nails to a coffin.

Of course, I know that life still goes on and, tomorrow will be another day.

The brown saga continues

The PR disaster is not letting up. It has in fact, gone overseas and slowly gaining momentum still.

The newspaper reply From K Bhavani, Press Secretary to the Minister, MICA on Mr Brown’s (mb) article and the subsequent suspension of his weekly Today satirical column on Friday continues.

It looks as though bloggers are making themselves heard, in the WWW, in the Global Media, if not in Singapore. I’ve already lost count of the comments of the bloggers on his blog. Technorati is also buzzing with postings on this incident. Needless to say, one search through Google and you’ll be literally lambasted. I suppose the 3 most “mainstream articles” online that I could find would probably be these 3.


http://www.globalvoicesonline.org/2006/07/06/government-protests-bloggers-column/

http://www.asiaone.com.sg/a1news/20060706_story7_1.html

http://www.rsf.org/article.php3?id_article=18208


Anyway, if mb does come up with the brown Tur Kwa T-shirts, I will definitely buy a few.

Here is a comic drawn by a blogger. So apt.

http://seijieiga.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_seijieiga_archive.html

And of course... the now famous... "Silent Nation" video by ms cloudywind, with Louis Koo as who else, mr brown.

TODAY has suspended mr brown's column

Poor Mr Brown, I just read about his suspension from his blog. This is such a nightmare!

Golly, from all the comments and blogs out there, the Singapore Blogosphere has well and truly exploded! TODAY and K Bhavani has sent out their non-committal replies to the responses of bloggers and/or ordinary Singaporeans.

Here are the excerpts:-


The reply from TODAY

Dear [ ]

Thank you for your feedback. We will not be publishing any correspondence on this issue. Shoud you feel strongly, you may want to wish to redirect your views to the source of the letter.

With regards.
[ ]
editorial assistant
did: [ ]
fax: 6534 4217
news desk: 6236 4888
email: [ ]@newstoday.com.sg



and here is the reply from MICA/ K Bhavani

Dear []

Thank you for your feedback.

Mr Brown gave his take on several issues in his column last week. I responded, on behalf of the Government, to his column as it was necessary to address these issues.

Yours sincerely
Bhavani

K BHAVANI
Press Sec To Minister and Director, Corporate CommunicationsDepartment
Organisation Management Division
Ministry of Information, Communications and the Arts
6837 9865 6 6837 9837
www.mica.gov.sg

Creative People, Gracious Community, Connected Singapore

Needless to say, the blogosphere exploded.
The blackout in the newspapers, the Mr Brown column's suspension and the non-committal replies have made many bloggers angry at the government and MICA, especially Ms Bhavani in particular. Even the MICA tagline has been lambasted.

Some have accused the government of not practising what they preach.

I see that the voices of dissent on the internet are building and growing in momentum. Valid comments from concerned people have not been published (the irate and nonsensical ones, pls ignore) and therefore things are likely to build up. Unhappiness at the government, in seemingly unrelated issues will all be sucked into this quagmire if some big shot doesn't stand up to quell them in a sensitive and decisive manner. Preferably quickly too.

Otherwise, the 4 million smiles campaign may end up as 1.332 million frowns, 1.668 million "bo chaps"/"no choice" straight faces and 1 million "I am service personnel /Civil Servant" smiles lacking in sincerity.

God forbid that we have another "NKF saga" right before the Annual Meetings of the IMF & World Bank Governors. Horrendous, horrendous. I actually see the analogy here.

"What started out as an article on golden taps became a scandal over CEO remuneration and corporate governance that brought Singapore's Richest Charity to its knees."

"What started out as a satire on Singapore life could just become a tipping point for the unhappiness of "downtrodden","stressed out" overworked" citizens leading to [your guess is as good as mine]."

Oh my, what a tangled web we weave. MICA should have left the Friday article well enough alone. The reply highlighted the "Mr brown" article 100 fold and started the backlash that is now continuing to snowball. The invisible hand is no longer invisible and I see resentment and hear it too.

There are many ways MICA ccould have handled the matter. A discussion, an official letter to the editor/mr brown etc. Instead, they chose one of the most high-handed and public ways. So ugly. Such a PR disaster.

poor mr brown

Whoa, the SG blogosphere is well and truly alive this last 2 days over the MICA reply to the usual Friday article by Mr Brown. Well, I guess nothing I can write can beat the comments and the associated sites (check out the youtube movie in the comments section) being added to Mr Brown's blog. Go read it yourself.
http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2006/07/letter_from_mic.html#comments

This is his article that drew the ire of the SG gahmen, or more specifically, MICA.
http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2006/07/today_sporeans_.html

TODAY papers and MICA have yet to make any replies as I make this posting although it seems pretty clear that they would have been flooded with replies, both reasonable and irate from readers, bloggers and SGeans alike. Interesting is it not, the way the media in SG is able to make blackouts like this? Sometimes, it is for a good reason. I hope an important lesson and realization comes out of this.

I'm just sitting here observing the happenings with interest.
I am like many of the multitudes of people, affected by the price increases.
I am thankful that unlike many others, I am able to weather the increases better but I guess I am not really happy about it.

Which is why I totally empathize with mrbrown.

PS. Mr Miyagi has added the video in his blog. Bloggers are so inventive... and quick!

Under the weather, followed by a big fight.

My body decided to give up on me last Saturday. I ended up with a major migraine and nausea. I couldn't eat. I ate merely a few bites of my dinner, a painkiller and water, all of which I promptly threw up along with the vile tasting contents of my stomach. Oh well, let's look at the silver lining in this. At least I'll be losing a little bit of weight. It may not be the best way, but it sure is pretty effective,

I couldn't even play with my baby niece as much as I wouldd have liked. All my body wanted to do was sleep and my brain felt literally as though it was being hacked into pieces. I was tossing and turning, trying to sleep, while at the same time, the pain prevented me from sleeping. At last, I managed to sleep... only to wake up to an argument in the morning with no.4 sister.

I wonder, was I ever as selfish as her? Granted, there were many days when I felt bitter and unappreciated, and probably many many days in my youth when I was unhappy and self-centred. I still feel that way occasionally but most days... when I am not bitching about it, I'd feel pretty okay about myself. No.4 sister was complaining that our parents didn't want her in the house. She claimed that they were always trying to get rid of her or yelling at her to do things (household chores) while they would never yell at sister no.5 when the chores are her duty. She accused the family members of favouritism, of liking no.5 sister better.

That got me pretty irritated. Sister no.5 is generally a nicer person than sister no.4. Also, No.5 has to tolerate the antics of our plenty unreasonable parents (and siblings!) more often than the rest of us. No.4 really had no right to say such things. There she was, accusing others of favortism when she ... herself was VICTIMIZING someone else.

So in my usual blunt way, I told no.4 that well, she wasn't adding value to any of their lives. She was too calculative and did only the bare minimal and when doing even the minimum, she MUST make at least ONE sarcastic comment at the parents or no.5 in the process. That is why she isn't well liked.

Of course, that was a hugely bad decision. No.4 blew up big time after she heard this. Well, I told her that she was slapping herself. ON the one hand she was advising me not to be so sour about having to support the parents when she doesn't do it herself. And not to expect them to appreciate my sacrifices. And on the other hand, she was being sour just because the parents ask her to do some housework? And because of some yelling and measly housework... she is telling me she is unappreciated?? Duh?? Herrow... your double standards very funny-lah. I am sometimes unhappy over a real situation. One that affects my pocket long term and my future and there you are, griping about housework? Poadah! Why don't you just finish the stupid chore and people will stop yelling at you??

Her retort was that well, not all the laundry was hers and so why should she be doing it. And my retort was to list out all the times when she was young that I had to wash and iron her clothes, as well as clean toilets during my breaks from Uni. Why did I do it? because if I didn't, she wouldn't do it either and she knew it and her dirty laundry will pile up and what I didn't say was ... she will end up wearing no.5's uniform because she didn't have any clean ones left! I kept my mouth shut on that one because it will only set her off.

She came back with the retort that she never complained if I forgot, because it wasn't my duty to do her personal chores for her and that her issue with everyone is that they make negative assumptions about her character. And I was like? Herrow, people make assumptions about your character based on YOUR OWN PAST ACTIONS. No.4 is generally a slob who doesn't clean up after herself. I still occasionally have to do her laundry for her in the rare times when I go home. She does have a tendency to mess up the room and toilets and THAT"S the reason why people think she is responsible for messing up the house.

How's about that? A blow by blow account of an argument with a sister. Needless to say, in terms of facts, I won... I always do... and that makes no.4 more defensive and unwilling to listen to me. It was a bad decision overall... but I guess, with the remnants of a headache, I was tired of no.4's whinging and I went for the jugular. I'll admit it, my horrendously bad temper and sharp tongue could have been held back a bit more. I guess I was frustrated at no.4's blanket accusations.

Anyways, I told no.3 about the matter. No.3 agreed with me as well and we spent a good part of the day cheering me up with the cute antics of the baby niece. God, I love the baby. :)

Of being tired and disengaged.

I am so sick and tired of doing the things I do. Sometimes, I have this odd feeling that I plan too well for the future that I neglect the here and now... and neglect MY needs. My need to be appreciated, to be cared for and my need for the frivolous things in life.

I truly believe that in many ways I live a very regimental life. My weekdays in fixed time blocks are given to work. My weeknights are used for household chores, meeting up with people, exercise (I try) and sufficient sleep (rare). My weekends are alternately scheduled for time to spend with family and friends. I don't have enough ME time. Time where I can rest and do nothing, not think about family problem, not planning the future, not thinking about chores or work... that kind of quality ME time , to do whatever I want to do, guilt free. Heck, I don't even sleep late on Saturdays OR Sundays.

Whenever I start to feel the need for ME time. My travel bug will start to itch. I will want to go off into the big unknown and do my own thing.

Times like these makes me want to resign from my job and take a GAP year. Things aren't bad... I'm just in grave need of a sufficiently long break.

Cleaning out the Closets

I've been cleaning up the closets in my life. Not the literal ones... but rather, the figurative closets of emotions and relationships. There are relationships in my life that should be buried and gone. Then there are those that need to be processed and discarded.

I think I have developed too much baggage in my emotional closet. I need to unload.

Unfortunately, unloading often requires that the other person (be it a friend, family, acquaintance, whatever) cooperate with me.

Still, it is a necessary and worthwhile thing to do.

Being ill is never easy

Getting life back on track after a several days of tackling a persistent flu isn't easy. I'm not as efficient as I normally would be, neither am I as awake, despite my valiant attempts to be. I'm not getting it but still I try.

Someone in the office has sent me an article from the Korean Times for my causal reading. I wonder who that person is. I have read the article about company Unions but it really doesn't have any bearing on my current portfolio. Strange, the sender must know me in person. Otherwise, how would he know whom to address it to?

And why Korean Times? Why not something from the Straits Times or Today? Something that is spatially relevant? Why a Korean article? I don't work in Korea. I do not know many koreans... at least I do not count them as friends. And why me?

Strange. But then... stranger things have happened and continue to happen.

There is that blowout post that I wrote last week in my disgruntled attempt to come into grips with my temper over the actions of a very persistent Lesbian admirer. I believe the person has finally gotten it into her head that I do not like the attention I was getting and I believe that she has finally decided to leave me well alone.

Some of my friends find my "Love" problems fascinating and funny whilst others share my horror and disgust. I say it not without a measure of seriousness. Yes, I feel utter disgust at this person especially at her evasiveness when it came to admission of her preferences. Her actions were clear of course... it was that of a butch, a lesbian.... but the bugger refused to admit it. Said that she didn't identify??

What-the-f**k does you don't identify mean? It can either be a Yes, a NO or she's Bisexual. It cannot be "I don't identify". She's confused maybe.

I sought counsel from an openly Lesbian friend. Haiz... that was a lesson in futility.
YS came up with the answer that "u are too attractive liao... tats y she dun wan to give up". redundant.

I pray that butch isn't trying to cause an issue between a mutual friend and I. Our problems are our own and I think that putting a mutual friend in a difficult position is not the way. I am difficult, yes. But that is in response to her overtly friendly advances. Pulling out from volunteering in an event is not earth shattering enough to cause you to be issued with a warning letter from your boss. How do I know? I spoke to her boss today regarding the matter. HC was in no way angry. She was reasonable and asked for some time to get a replacement. All perfectly reasonable and aboveboard.

I asked SL what she would have done had she been in my shoes. After some consideration, I think she agreed that what I did was perfectly reasonable and standard protocol.

Anyway, I think this issue will continue to unfold further.

Never eat and shit in the same place

(Note: This is one ANGRY post. No point trying to comment here. I'm just using this to blow off steam)


Oi! Butch! You know who you are. Stop pushing my buttons will you?

I am not and will never be GAY.

Neither am I a bisexual.

Why can’t you see that I am not interested in you and will NEVER be interested in you?

Leave me ALONE.

Stop your “overly friendly” practices. I don’t want to go to
- China
- Hong Kong
- Macau
- Tioman
- Star Cruises
- Japan OR
Holidays of any kind with YOU!

I have only known you for a few months. I don’t know much about you, neither do you know much about ME! Stop kidding yourself. We are NOT close friends. We are only ACQUAINTANCES.

I don’t want you to offer to pay my condo downpayment, neither do I want to share a condo/apartment with you, regardless of whether the condo/apartment is in Singapore or elsewhere.

I don’t want to go sailing with you even if you have a f**king boat license.

I am not interested in playing golf. Not even if you were to lend me your clubs, I still will NOT go.

I don’t want to go to Fitness First with you. I don’t intend to buy a gym package, I don’t want to go so please stop bugging me. I don’t care even if you can bring guestsand would like to invite me.

Stop inviting me out for dinners or weekend outings every other day. I will not be within 10 metres of you if I can help it. It doesn’t make things better if you keep offering to pay for me. It just makes it weird.

Stop offering to do stuff for me like helping me to change my room lights. I am female. You are female… ugh… weird.

Stop your stupid innuendos about not buying a car because you don’t have anybody to drive around. If you don’t want a car, just say so… I hate being made the subject of innuendoes. For that matter, stop your silly innuendoes about not having someone to stay with if you buy your own apartment.

YOU are downright creepy.

Get your f***king sexual preferences in order. You are one confused person. Your behaviour is not called “being friendly”, it’s called sexual harassment.

When you can’t even be truthful to yourself about who you are or what you are, I find that I cannot respect you as a person. Telling me you don’t “identify” with GAYS when the way you behave is so obviously Lesbian, it’s so ridiculous, it’s laughable.

When you cross the border between personal into the professional realm, you better watch your step. You are so going to get busted if you piss me off. I never asked you to volunteer. Neither did I promise you that if you did volunteer, you’d get to work with me. So don’t give me that, “I’m busy and I can’t help” business at the 11th hour. I will not persuade you. I will simply throw the rule book at your BOSS. I won’t even bother to deal with you directly.

You peon.

Hasn’t anybody taught you never to eat and shit in the same place?

*pissed*

I know now that I am pretty smart!

Your IQ score is: 138

This means that based on your answers, your IQ score is between 128 and 138. Most people's IQs are between 70 and 130. In fact, 95% of all people have IQs within that range. 68% of people score between 80 and 120.

How do you relate to other IQ test takers?

Your Intellectual Type Is: VISIONARY PHILOSOPHER

Your mind's strengths allow you to think ahead of the game — to imagine or anticipate what should come next in just about any situation. Because you're equally skilled in the numerical and verbal universes of the brain, you can draw from multiple sources of information to come up with great ideas. The timelessness of your vision and the balance between your various skills are what make you a Visionary Philosopher. In addition to your strengths in math and linguistics, you have a knack for matching and anticipating patterns. These skills and your uncanny ability to detect the underlying blueprint of most of life's situations add to your Visionary Philosopher mind.

Two philosophers who share the same combination of skills you possess are Plato and Benedict Spinoza. Spinoza had insight into how things worked in the world. He could envision a future based on the patterns he saw in life, and used mathematical logic as a structure within which to present his philosophical arguments. With that base he was able to use logic to formulate his theories. Borrowing from his linguistic strengths he wrote eloquent texts and, therefore, was able to bring his philosophical ideas and structure to the rest of the world. His story exemplifies the talents that are present in the Visionary Philosopher intellectual type. Whatever you decide to do in life, you've got a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a wide variety of ways. You can expand your mind to understand a situation. Your strong balance of math and verbal skills will help you explain things to others. For example, if you were on an archaeological dig and discovered an object, you could probably use your deductive powers to figure out not only what the object was but also how it was used. Given your ability to put things together, you are more than capable of inventing a life plan that is in synch with your perspective on how things were, how they are, and how they might be one day.


1. Mathematical Intelligence

You scored in the 100th percentile on the mathematical intelligence scale.This means that you scored higher than 90% - 100% of people who took the test and that 0% - 10% scored higher than you did.

Your mathematical intelligence score represents your combined ability to reason and calculate. You scored relatively high, which means you're probably the one your friends look to when splitting the lunch bill or calculating your waitresses' tip. You may or may not be known as a math whiz, but number crunching might come a little easier to you than it does others.


2. Visual-Spatial Intelligence

You scored in the 100th percentile on the visual-spatial intelligence scale.This means that you scored higher than 90% - 100% of people who took the test and that 0% - 10% scored higher than you did.

The visual-spatial component of intelligence measures your ability to extract a visual pattern and from that envision what should come next in a sequence. Your score was relatively high, which could mean that you're the one navigating the map when you're on an outing with friends. You have, in some capacity, an ability to think in pictures. Maybe this strength comes out in subtle ways, like how you play chess or form metaphors.


3. Linguistic Intelligence

You scored in the 100th percentile on the linguistic intelligence scale.This means that you scored higher than 90% - 100% of people who took the test and that 0% - 10% scored higher than you did.

Linguistic abilities include reading, writing and communicating with words. The test measures knowledge of vocabulary, ease in completing word analogies and the ability to think critically about a statement based on its semantic structure. Your score was relatively high, which could mean you know your way around a bookstore and maybe like to bandy about the occasional 25-cent word to impress friends.


4. Logical Intelligence

Your Logical PercentileYou scored in the 100th percentile on the logical intelligence scale.This means that you scored higher than 90% - 100% of people who took the test and that 0% - 10% scored higher than you did.

The questions determine the extent to which you use reasoning and logic to determine the best solution to a problem. Your logic score was relatively high, which could mean that when the car breaks down, your friends look to you to help figure out not only what's wrong, but how to fix it and how you're going to get to the next gas station.

In conclusion, I am smart. No doubt about it. Only thing is, I should develop to be more humble and wise.

Jubes

My Patron Angel

Raziel So you need Healing (50%), Knowledge (60%), Inspiration (20%), and Strength (43%)?

Archangel Raziel is the Angel of mystery, mystery, and more mystery. Luckily, he is willing to share his secrets with mankind whom he brings the gift of wisdom and knowledge. He inspires us to learn from our experiences as we go through the different stages of our lives, and to work to improve our understanding at all times. Raziel offers special support to those who seek to learn, and encourages us to ask questions so that we may illuminate our mind and spirit and come to know the truth about the wonders of life. He is a magnificent teacher who helps us grasp complex matters with ease. At the same time, he guards knowledge from those that are not ready to receive it; there is a time for everything, and disturbing the order by rushing and forcing things against their natural flow has seldom done anyone good. That’s why Raziel also teaches us to study with “more haste, less speed.” Raziel the personification of divine wisdom and the Patron Angel of those who wish to understand esoteric material, engage in alchemy or manifestation, or just going through an especially tough time filled with sleepless nights of studying. Also, Raziel presents us with the ability to unlock our subconscious knowledge and memories through meditation and hypnosis. A Bit of Trivia: Raziel is officially known as the Chief of the Supreme Mysteries. He is the legendary author of "The Book of the Archangel Raziel", wherein all celestial and earthly knowledge is set down, which was said to be given to Adam so he may learn all there is to know about life and the secrets of the universe. Raziel appears quite tall and has large sky-blue wings. He is the ruler of the planet Neptune. Jophiel - Michael - Israfel - Raziel - Ariel - Uriel - Gabriel - Raphael - Zadkiel - Jeremiel

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 66% on Healing You scored higher than 59% on Knowledge You scored higher than 10% on Inspiration You scored higher than 34% on Strength

Link: The Angel Test written by Nitsuki on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

CHANGE...

To many people, there is nothing that's is more constant in this life than change. There are times, when I think that hey... I'm just cruising along! But, before I know it, something happens and WHAM! it hits me right smack in the face.

I am having one of those precipitious moments again. I think it is getting much too frequent for my liking. the last year has been like a series of roller coaster rides... you go along slowly, thinking that hey, I'm getting the hang of things and then BAM! the carpet is pulled out from right under your feet.

Too many such moments. I'm alternating between knowing, caring and doing too much and yet, not enough.

I think I'm getting more neurotic as I age.

I hate crowds and this city.
The endless incessant noise irks me.

At the office where it should be relatively quiet,
I can hear the photocopier and printer and the phone and my colleagues speaking.

At "home",
If you'll call that little hole that I rent a "home",
there is noise all around
All the time


There are the noises of construction;
busy people working like bees earning their living but irritating the heck out of me.
Then there is traffic.
The speeding bikes and cars.
The reversing lorries and their beepers.
Cars and their horns at the market or carpark. the occasional car alarm triggering

And there are the people noises
A mother yelling at her child
A couple arguing with raised voices
A neighbours vacuum cleaner
Someone using a drill on their walls, maybe hanging up a painting or doing simple works.

In the distance, drift the sounds of a piano.
It is the scales... do re mi fa so la ti do... over and over and over
God, I hated playing the scales.
I never saw the point.
Of playing scales.

I am turning deaf, or at least I hope I am
Sometimes.

Even within myself, there is noise
No clarity
too many doubts
too many fears
Perhaps the noise on the outside reflects the noise inside.

Still I would have liked it quiet

To reflect,
to think
to rest
to wail

Lying on my bed pondering over things of which I have control
and things beyond my control
and things which are in between...

People say in life we choose.
Our mindsets change everything
and nothing...

My 2nd weblog!

I had earlier decided to create this blogger account because I wanted to be able to make comments on S's Blog. Now, I reckon that since I got an account, I might as well play with it... hehe

So here it is, my 1st posting on Blogger

Jubes