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Saturday, January 21

t.o.w. the 16PF

According to HOLLAND's (just to please Wenyi) stupid personality test, in the few years down the road, after going through 2 years of MANLY national service and then another 4 years (hopefully) in Columbia majoring in Economics or Finance, I will most probably still end up as a struggling fashion designer living in an apartment studio, with a roommate that drinks all day long and perpetually never gets off his couch, trying to make ends meet.

I say this because the 16PF has apparently identified my deep passion and intrinsic ability to FEEL the intangible values in life and the creative juices that simply seem to emanate effortlessly from my brain. That said, it doesnt seem that shocking that the one and only field that the test feels I'm able to excel in is in fashion. Somehow, I think I did the test just after watching an episode of Runway.

Also! I'm most likely never destined to succeed because any potential employer that reads my 16PF report will most likely show me the finger and then the door. This is because the stupid report made me out to be a extremely-introverted freak who apparently "plays his cards TOO close too his chest" and so while I thank the report for praising the fact that I actually have a chest nice enough to need shielding, the fact is that the report actually postulates that I need COUNSELLING. Oh. And the worst part is the report seems to believe that I will have problems seeking "professional help" because of certain personal tendencies that I may have to explore on my own prior to facing the realities in life.

I won't say the entire report is codswallop, cos its quite accurate in some fields but cant they phrase it nicely? Like for instance they could always say that "Mr Low works well alone and is wise enough not to trust to easily."

Dumb Holland. Oops. That dutch woman who carries an orange bag and has an orange sweater is going to kill me if she sees this.

Anyway. Training today was dumb. Kegan and I found new ways of being dumb. I am glad to have that stupid banana around.

AH AH, AH AH AH, AH AH AH AH AH AH, JUUCEY.

I'm desperate, amazed and still keep idolising but not surviving.

Sometimes I lie on the bed at night and wonder why am I stupid.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 4:48 PM