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ISFP

(Introverted - Sensing - Feeling - Perceptive)

Quiet 

Reserved 

Retiring 

Optimistic 

Cheerful 

Sensitive 

Kind 

Generous 

Observant 

Receptive 

Loyal helper 

Trusting 

Independent 

Enjoys the moment 

 

ISFPs are difficult to know "as they really are" due to their quiet, reserved nature.  Their reserve can cause others who do not know them well, to think that they are aloof or not interested in others.  But those who are blessed to have an ISFP for a close friend find them to be generous with their time, their talents and their goods.  They are truly characterized as loyal helpers.

Their feelings are deeply held - whether manifested through acts of deep loyalty to friends, the need for freedom "to do" or "to be" or "to go", or to help those they feel need a helping hand.

ISFPs have a need for independence - for they immensely enjoy new experiences, whether in a taste for fashion, foods, travel, emotional experiences [though in a more grounded reality than the Idealist NFs] and relationships.  The deeply spiritual ISFP is apt to seek richer and deeper fulfillment through non-traditional experience.

They are very sensitive, although they say little to reveal that propensity.  They are extraordinarily kind - even saying "nice things" when they,  in reality,  hold different opinions than what they are saying. They don't like to hurt anyone.  When they do feel compelled to "dress someone down" - even though gently done,  it has a great impact for they are so characterized by kindness.

As with the other SPs, ISFPs don't really like "do and don't" regimens.  While not especially rebellious, they nonetheless value independence and the ability to enjoy their interests in an unfettered way.  This makes the regimens of education and the SJ classroom structure laborious for them and will, therefore, not be found in great numbers among those in higher education.  Large numbers of them, in fact, quit high school.  They prefer to learn by DOING!

ISFPs are known to love children and, indeed, many female ISFPs count being a wife and a mother to be a life goal and make nurturing, caring, gentle and generous parents.  They can, however, tire of an inattentive mate and take off for greener pastures and exciting adventures.

They are numbered among the kindest, most selfless of individuals and the world is better off for their gentle spirits.

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Nice.

Follow your heart, or go with your head?

xx  Love the colors, the quotes, the sceneries, and Miu Miu shoe heaven!

Kick-ass

Bread with cinnamon and other toppings on top. Really soft and goooood!

Dinner at an all-day breakfast place, Wild Honey @ Mandarin Gallery!

Nature's remedy. A blend of honey, cinnamon and vanilla. All my favourites! :) It was good... till it turned cold and the cinnamon taste got a tad too overwhelming.

I love NY breakfast! This is really really good. Probably the most expensive set on the menu, but I assure you, it tastes delectable!

The Italian breakfast set! :) The I love NY still rocked better!

Earlier today, I was reading up on Leo horoscopes. Not those daily horoscope kinda things, but those that fully describe the Leos. I am fascinated by how oddly true such things may be (No, not those daily horoscopes)! I came across this very interesting line that entirely and accurately describes me.


"Life with you is anything but routine. "

It is 100% true. But if there's anything I hate more, is to stick to a monotonous routine. I'd rather be banging my head on the wall/desk/computer screen, than stick to one, for the rest of my life. What kind of life is that anyway. You're just not truly living it to the fullest.

If I had you

YES YES NO NO YES NO YES NO NO?!

YES or NO!

Now jump off let's get crazy

Hi. This is me.

We can play cards on the fence in the middle of the field.

You're safe,
You're standing in the middle of a doorway.
I know it's off the richter girl,
But you're safe.
You're safe, earthquaking away,
But you're safe today.
Because you're standing in the middle of a doorway.

We all should

“I’ll go out there and make my mistakes. I’ll fall down, get hurt, cry, laugh, love, and get back up. I’ll stand on the highest mountaintop and go into the deepest caverns. I’ll roam across the world, visit the moon and swim in outer space. I’ll let my imagination run wild and let my spirit soar. Why? Because when my life flashes before my eyes in those final moments, I want to have something worthwhile to watch, with plenty of love and laughter, good times and bad. I don’t want to regret a thing and I plan not to. Remember, it’s not usually the things you do that you regret, it’s the things you don’t do and leave unsaid. Laugh out loud. Cry in the rain. Love with all your heart and soul. Get hurt. Tell the truth. Go crazy. But never forget that you only get one shot. One shot at this day, one shot at this minute. One shot at this age. One shot at life. So make sure your life is one you will enjoy watching in your final moments.”

—	Anna Floyd

What say you?

I think, if I didn't chose Fashion as my career path, I'd have gone into Psychology.
The human nature always, always intrigues me.

Whatever happened to Maryjane?

Within a span of 24 hours, I truly felt the extreme ends of the emotion spectrum. I have never felt happier, never felt more distraught, never felt more stupid, never felt so much within a day. I wish I could be void of all emotions, so I'll be more rational, but no, humans are creatures with emotions. We feel, we love, we cry, we laugh.

I don't deserve to be happy. Not right now.

How about a piece of heaven in your palatte

If anyone knows me well enough, they would know that I absolutely love exploring places in Singapore that bears no resemblance to the streets of Singapore. It sounds ironic doesn't it. But what could be more interesting than finding out about new places that doesn't need an expensive ticket out of home. So on a Friday, I was brought to, Holland Village!


Alright, I'm actually quite ashamed because the last time I've even been in that area is about 4 years ago? And it doesn't even include an actual exploration of Holland V. Mountain tortoise much! :) Right. So anyway, after the whole thief drama, I was starving so bad, so we had some dinner first! Dinner was good and reasonably priced, so satisfied people there! The next destination and the main aim of the trip there... 2am Dessertbar!


2am Dessertbar was full. So we made a reservation and decided to walk around first to pass time. So yes, I was then given a guided tour about the awesome eating places in Holland V! Afterwhich, we proceeded back to Dessertbar hoping that our presence would pressure them to give us a seat. Which worked, by the way! :) We've got bar seats, which was kinda cool at first, cos we could watch the chefs at work, and the wine connoisseurs sipping and enjoying their wine. The menu wasn't extensive but sufficient because we were at a loss on which to try!


The DESSERTS!
 

I think I just died and went to dessert heaven! I can't express how amazing each bite tastes! It's amazing and extremely worth the price, though some may find it a little pricey, but it is WORTH IT. Ordered some tea to go along as well. We managed to get the waitress to switch our seats after we're done with the dessert, to the couch seats. Mmmm awesome chill-out place. The music, the lightings, the entire atmosphere and experience, and of course, the company, totally made my Friday night.


I'm a happy girl.

Let's hear it from New York

Blair: You did the right thing.
Serena: Then why do I feel so bad?
Blair: Doing the right thing takes courage and strength. At least that's what I've heard. And everything that's hard is only made harder by not having your best friend by your side. I'm sorry you had to go through it alone.

It could be wrong

Today, we finally caught the girl that has been stealing from our shop. No, not one time, but four. Can you imagine that? She had the audacity to steal four items. Yes maybe we were stupid and careless to have let her go time and time again. There just wasn't any concrete evidence, and we weren't so sure. Today, she slipped up, and made it so straightforward that we didn't even need to use any of our devious plans to nab her. She came out of the fitting room, rushed straight into the racks, trying to quickly place the clothes back so we wouldn't know one was missing. Uly made sure I was standing right outside the door, ever ready to catch her red-handed. I confronted her. She denied, smiled, and insisted on the fact that she only took two pieces in to try. Uly came forward, saw the dress she carefully hid under the many contents in her bag. There and then, she gave up, and finally admitted to the crime. Uly and I weren't exactly being very discreet about the whole confrontation. Sooo, we had the entire shop crowd's eyes fixed on us.

We dragged her to a corner. I continued the confrontation while Uly attended to the customers. I wanted so badly to find out why she did it. I don't know, maybe its me, but I always want to understand the root of the problem before even trying to come to a solution. I looked into her eyes. They were stone cold. Emotionless. She had pretty eyes, could come off as a little creepy, and she was really young. What I really felt at that point of time was how I could try to understand why she was doing it, and come to a compromise. Basically not involving the police and ruining her future. But pressing on and trying to get some answers out of her proved futile. She refused to answer most of my questions, and even if she did, her answers were curt and void of any emotion at all. Despite actually trembling inside, it took every fibre of strength in me to muster up courage, to go through the confrontation with her.

Security came, took her away, and we had to call the police. I didn't have the courage to dial the numbers, so I gave her one last chance. We tried communicating with her in hope of finding a reason not to involve the police in this. She admitted in actually receiving counseling but I don't see how it's working at all, when she's still doing it! From that point on, Uly and I knew that we couldn't cave in to our emotions and I had to brave myself to call the police. While waiting for the police (to take freaking long) to arrive, Uly and I returned to the shop, we were acting all dysfunctional, and the adrenaline was still pumping. We couldn't shake off the guilt we felt towards her. Even though we both know, deep inside, that this decision is truly the best for her... there is still the haunting image of her, and the fact that we might have ruined her future.

Dramatic much. I still feel a little affected by this entire traumatizing episode but we need to remember, we are doing a good deed, in helping her to get through this problem by proper counseling. For the greater good.

Bad girl meets bad boy

I WANT A CHUCK BASS TOO.

Forever.

If you listen very carefully, there's a lot of conviction in his voice. He's not just singing it for the sake of singing it, but he means every single word he sings. How often do you truly see that in singers these days. It would make a perfect serenade, don't you think? I especially love this acoustic performance. I have this on my ipod and playing it makes me smile whenever I listen to it. So, so good.

Already gone.

I am lying on my bed, with some time to think. Tonight, I think about the good times we've shared. It hurts, no doubt. I don't want to be misunderstood as a very strong person just because I don't cry about it everyday and play emotional songs just to make me cry. The only reason(s) why I could cope with this much better because of the biggest distraction in my life right now - Work. I never knew work could be so theraupeutic. Every night, I come home, drained of any energy and emotions to live through the hurt. The other reason would probably be my friends, who listened and stayed through my darkest hours. Which I am very thankful for, always.

I am burned by love. Burned by the fact that something so strong could come to such an end. Maybe we were lying to ourselves from the start. Maybe it just broke off somewhere without us truly realising it. Maybe we might have met at a wrong time. I hold dear the fact that what we shared was true. Even till the very end. Even as it was fading.

You're special. I don't think anyone else would ever love me the way you did. No one would ever make me as comfortable as being with you. I just don't think that I could walk together with you into forever. Of course, there were a lot of reasons why we couldnt, but I think most importantly, we started to die much before this came about. We did. We just didn't realise it, nor faced up to it proper. We gave it countless excuses. My FYP, your projects, exhaustion, not enough funds. We could have made it work, despite the limitations. We just didn't.

It takes two to clap, truly. No matter how hard I tried, effort alone on one party, never makes it through.

It's always strange to know, for a fact, that humans always learn how to treasure only after the person is gone. Why? I don't see the logic in doing that. Shouldn't you always treasure and appreciate before it's too late? What use is it, when your lover is already halfway out the door. Nothing will change. No amount of romantic gestures, or roses is going to change the fact that he/she is already gone.

Time and time again, I asked myself, am I being stupid for following my heart? It's the most common answer any decent person would give me. Go do what you want. Follow your heart. This is where following my heart gets me. I hardly think about things. I am irrational. Maybe I do think, but emotions cloud over them and took over me immediately. From now on I refuse to let myself be blinded by a thing called love. A lot of lucid and rational thinking will be done prior to anything. Love can be such a beautiful yet a painful little thing.

Life might get a little more lonely from now. A little less meaning from now. A little less lovely. But I'm gonna be strong. With all my might, and with all it takes, I will get through.

“ Stop talking about love. Every asshole in the world says he loves somebody. It means nothing. It still doesn’t mean anything. What you feel only matters to you. It’s what you do to the people you say you love, that’s what matters. It’s the only thing that counts.

I'm a walking disaster.