Extraverted Intuitive Feeling Perceiving Strength of the preferences % 44 50 38 33
ENFP type description by D.Keirsey ENFP type description by J. Butt and M.M. Heiss
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The Champion Idealists are abstract in thought and speech, cooperative in accomplishing their aims, and informative and expressive when relating with others. For Champions, nothing occurs which does not have some deep ethical significance, and this, coupled with their uncanny sense of the motivations of others, gives them a talent for seeing life as an exciting drama, pregnant with possibilities for both good and evil. This type is found in only about 3 percent of the general population, but they have great influence because of their extraordinary impact on others. Champions are inclined to go everywhere and look into everything that has to do with the advance of good and the retreat of evil in the world. They can't bear to miss out on what is going on around them; they must experience, first hand, all the significant social events that affect our lives. And then they are eager to relate the stories they've uncovered, hoping to disclose the "truth" of people and issues, and to advocate causes. This strong drive to unveil current events can make them tireless in conversing with others, like fountains that bubble and splash, spilling over their own words to get it all out.
Champions consider intense emotional experiences as being vital to a full life, although they can never quite shake the feeling that a part of themselves is split off, uninvolved in the experience. Thus, while they strive for emotional congruency, they often see themselves in some danger of losing touch with their real feelings, which Champions possess in a wide range and variety. In the same vein, Champions strive toward a kind of spontaneous personal authenticity, and this intention always to "be themselves" is usually communicated nonverbally to others, who find it quite attractive. All too often, however, Champions fall short in their efforts to be authentic, and they tend to heap coals of fire on themselves, berating themselves for the slightest self-conscious role-playing.
Joan Baez, Phil Donahue, Paul Robeson, Bill Moyer, Elizibeth Cady Stanton, Joeseph Campbell, Edith Wharton, Sargent Shriver, Charles Dickens, and Upton Sinclair are examples of Idealist Champions
Whilst browsing youtube, I manage to chance upon this
Erika's Destination nowhere PV. I must say she looks much better in this PV. (imo, she looked rahter trashy in Free). The straight hair, long dress look just complements her.
Though I wish she would stick to acting, it's rather annoying listening to the amounts of voice "enhancements" in that PV.
During the exams, there's a pressing need to make oneself scare on MSN, and it gives one an appreciation of the serenity and peace it offers for a change.
It makes me realize how much I miss using email and the post. On MSN, there's a pressure to reply to anyone who sends an IM (even though you're on busy), and well, sometimes it annoys when that IM comes in at an inappropriate moment (ie, in the middle of a queation you cannot solve).
Thus, I beseech and ask for forgiveness from my friends if I have neglected you on MSN. Email me, I'll be sure to reply to that. Better yet, drop me a letter, ensure that the postmen still have a job.
They say, the duty of a leader is to ensure the safety of the men. They also say that a leader is in a position to facilitate a process.
So why am I at such odds trying to consolidate the two of them?
I feel obliged and concern for my guys, and the matter of utmost concern is their welfare, or at least that is the predominant sentiment these days. I reckon I developed this sensitivity towards the end of my stint in NS, this soft-spot for the guys, people I've mentored, whom I've taken under my wing. That is quite a far cry from the me whose only concern was the objective.
It was a change for the better, spurned on by my mentor's words. Chye Ping he asked me once, "What do you look for in a team?" I believe my answer then was "achieving the objective". He disagreed, and he shared his formula, "team-building", adding that I was like a dictator.
Well, I've changed since then, perhaps too much. Lately, the realization that this obsession with zero attrition, and the absolute welfare of the guys is becoming counter-productive. Too soft, too weak, too unassertive. Little do they understand it's all with their interests and welfare in mind. Yet, there is validity in their unhappiness. There's no direction, in other words, it's like boarding up the room to prevent any attacks. Isolation.
If a leader goes nowhere, then, well, he's not leading is he? He has to go somewhere.
I guess, I'm on a journey to discover that key to this little struggle of mine.
Even though it was a struggle dating back longer now than it seems. The past year has been unkind, locating the psyche and mind in struggles and palces it was reluctant to go. Who was to say it was back then, then again, I knew.
I faltered and gave in to conformity, now I reel back at the high price on one's sanity and being.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Well, I used to think that being an executive required you to care for your guys. I do not doubt the wisdom of those words, but perhaps, the execution was not carried out in the right manner. Who in the world thinks that there can be no loss of "life"?
I did.
It sounds rather immature and slightly foolish. Micro-managing, they call it. It demonstrates, a distrust in the guys, and it indicates that I have no faith in them.
Or is it because I don't even trust myself?
First, know what you want, then perhaps you can achieve it.
Micro-managing. It was in words all along. I should pay more attention and be more firm with my views. Damn conformity.
I love the ending of Haruhi Suzumiya no yuutsu. If there's a girl who can what Haruhi did (the eyes closed hand circle in air move that is oh so adorable), I'll marry her.
Sleepless. On a balmy night hardly ill suited for slumber, little left but to mull over the minutes till the Mr. Sandman's arrival.
It feels like one of those nights, where anything could happen, where the air is heavy with maigc and mystery. One of those nights where nothing proceeds, and nothing sits well. Something feels amiss.
Thus, a personal journey is mandated, a voyage to discover a greater meaning and purpose.
What could this intangible concept entail? The pursuit of truth is of much importance. To seek out the reality amongst the the half truths, and to uncover the lines between fact and fiction.
To stand for what is right and just, and uphold the moral tenets based on three pillars of belief.
1. Do not harm those weaker than yourself. 2. Do not harm the environment 3. Lend a helping where possible
Apart from that, to appreciate the beauty of nature and the natural order expressed in art and music. To praise the individuality as a celebration of the basis of existence. To find in the expression of music and art an expression of self.
When we can afford the serenity to bask in the leisure of peace, we should exploit said godsend. That being said, I find it severely confounding that the urge to rush headlong into a mad rush continues to propagate. Strange enough, that sentence reminded me of lemmings dashing into the sea.
The relentless march of progress demands it! We, we are mighty humans, and we can change the world. We change the world and we demand instant results! Such selfless and noble pursuit of the betterment of mankind must not be scoffed at. No, no! The gradual asphyxiation is hardly a harsh price to pay for.
Could you bite the hand? Steve Conte
Another gun for hire and just another day When you are done, you just abuse it, whatever you say If you were offered some, would you wanna bite the hand? Would you betray a friend to prove you're cold, then walk away?
We were born with nothin', I don't want, but you need something You want glory, I need none and it's coming between us
People are born with People are born without Some people have And others want What some go without Some people live free Some people just want more As for me, I got all that I need
Do you still think that we're not brave if we don't bleed? We've seen so much blood and violence already, how much do you need? You howl and fight your war and talk of being free Won't let you in, they're just usin' you, so why won't you see?
Some people are born so much closer to the sun Holdin' out their hands and grabbin' golden rays, they are the chosen few But we both know of course that's not you or me And I'd be telling the truth if I said it don't matter, so how 'bout you?
Can you tell me really you don't need it, you don't want it If you can, cool, if you can't, the difference between us
People are born with People are born without Some people have And others want What some go without Some people live free Some people just want more As for me I got all that I need Don't got much, but I got what I need
Some people are always reachin' for some things that they don't need I'll tell you now with thoughts like that there will never be enough Some people are always struggling for something that is not I'll tell you something now that I'm really just fine lovin' what I got
I must profess, I am in no position to lecture on about the unpleasantness in life, but I urge what few readers I have to ponder that which transpires around us.
To take a moment of the unyielding routine of life, and contemplate our situation, to think about the world. What is your position, what is your purpose? Is there one?
We all need that particular guiding light to illuminate the path to self-dicovery and to fufilment beyond the physical. There's something everyone must believe it, some truth inside that pushes you onward, that encourages each tentative step in life.
Like what I beleived in years ago looking into the stars that night, hearing their sweet song. I thought it was sufficient if this life was spent watching the world change.
Took me forever to finish this book. It's not that hard a read to be honest, but I was somewhat hindered by unnecessarily dreary beginning. Once it proceeded past the formalities and into the plot proper, it made for an interesting read.
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Let's shift the focus back to real life as I found articulation to an indescribable thought hanging on my mind.
It seems that the most natural and uninhibited form of inflection occurs when there's an innocent and true expression of self. Such occurs often when one sincerely wishes to endeavour in aiding another.
In the midst of trying to help a friend, it hit me. The way to word it, because the advice I wanted to dispense applied to her.
(I promised my friend to keep her secret, so sorry folks, I can't reveal her identity.)
Friend: I'm afraid to cause unnecessary hurt and it's like impossible to pursue it when I'm not sure myself. What he thinks, and how I feel.
Me: You've got to try. (Wants to articulate something but fails)
A while later
Friend: Maybe you're just a good friend to her?
The epiphany strikes me then.
Me: That's it! The point is, how she feels, and what she thinks are already set, whatever's on her mind and what opinion she's formed has been formed, and that's not my call to worry about. Yes, that's it, it's not for us to worry about the other end, because that's already happened. It IS our prerogative to make the other party take notice, to change perhaps what is a bad opinion. In other words, it's not my job to worry if she likes me or not, my job is to DO something, something to impress, flatter or to change opinions.
Yes, that is it, to my friend and to myself. That's how it is. It's pointless worrying all day about how the other party feels. That borders on the brink of the obsessive compulsive. Something to be done. To do something, and in that process to ascertain truths and facts that I might be afraid to pursue, however, regardless of fear or reservations, that is much more constructive than contemplation, than just sitting and peeling petals saying "she likes me, she likes me not." It's bad for the flowers.
The truth is, certain opinions have been formed, be it in my mind, your mind, or her mind. A revelation does not indicate a sudden change. Everything is a result of the times, over years, repressed and unable to find an avenue for expression. More importantly, nothing changes as well. Regardless of the outcome, it shouldn't change, for that change is admission that the goodwill, the kindness and the interest are merely devices, as the means to an end.
If the possibility of a negative reaction is strong enough to discourage or is the reality of an unrequited emotions is going to alter attitudes, and perhaps diminish the civility and generosity, then it would seem that whatever goodwill is premeditated, and intended only impress. That is vaguely shallow, and pointless.
For all intents and purposes, this earnest expression of affection is true and unburdened by ulterior motives. Hardly can I qualify myself to be a romantic, but I am a self-professed idealist who dreams of the pursuit of romanticism. I might fall, I might fail. Like a knight in servitude, without demand for anything in return, save for a piece of mind, that his charge is safe, and happy.
As I say, whatever happens, it changes nothing.
Especially not the fact that I'm still craving potato salad.
Remember, remember the fifth of November The gunpowder treason and plot. I see no reason why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, twas his intent To blow up king and parliament. Three score barrels were laid below To prove old England's overthrow.
By God's mercy he was catched With a dark lantern and lighted match. Holler boys, holler boys, let the bells ring Holler boys, holler boys, God save the King
"Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do." - John Keating
Indeed, words to elevate up to the highest peaks, to the gorgeous ladies that make much of youth. Language in its entirety serves only to communicate emotions and to find in that endeavour a opportunity and a privilege.
To flatter, to praise and exalt the object of one's fancies to the highest degree, that is the prerogative. One needs to display with the utmost eloquence and with the most dashing of styles a mastery of the gentlemanly and charming nature.
Of course that constitutes only part of the entirety of courtship. Words, as pivotal their purpose, merely initiates a much longer journey. Words for all their usefulness must be said, spoken and put into reality.
Someday, one would have to face the opportunity, the chance to express the words, emote them with the passion and feelings one harbours for the rose of one's eye.
As they say, romance is hardly rationale and barely logical. That is why the success anf failure can never be reduced to mere formulas. Whether it shall bear any fruit or result in any union, depends very much upon nothing but feelings and the connection of the soul. Pure unadultered longing that sings the tune of the other.
It's magical. And that is enough to sustain the rapturous expanse of emotions that it comprises of. Whether it be a endeavour in vain or a mutual undertsnading.
Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter aus Elysium! Wir betreten feuertrunken, Himmlische, Dein Heiligtum. Deine Zauber binden wieder, Was die Mode streng geteilt, Alle Menschen werden Brüder, Wo Dein sanfter Flügel weilt.
Chor. Seid umschlungen, Millionen! Diesen Kuß der ganzen Welt! Brüder, überm Sternenzelt Muß ein lieber Vater wohnen!
Wem der große Wurf gelungen, Eines Freundes Freund zu sein, Wer ein holdes Weib errungen, Mische seinen Jubel ein! Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund! Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle Weinend sich aus diesem Bund!
Chor. Was den großen Ring bewohnet, Huldige der Sympathie! Zu den Sternen leitet sie, Wo der Unbekannte thronet.
Freude trinken alle Wesen An den Brüsten der Natur; Alle Guten, alle Bösen Folgen ihrer Rosenspur. Küsse gab sie uns und Reben, Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod; Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben, Und der Cherub steht vor Gott.
Chor. Ihr stürzt nieder, Millionen? Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt? Such' ihn überm Sternenzelt! Über Sternen muß er wohnen.
Freude heißt die starke Feder In der ewigen Natur. Freude, Freude treibt die Räder In der Großen Weltenuhr. Blumen lockt sie aus den Keimen, Sonnen aus dem Firmament, Sphären rollt sie in den Räumen, Die des Sehers Rohr nicht kennt.
Chor. Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen Durch des Himmels prächt'gen Plan, Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn, Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.
Aus der Wahrheit Feuerspiegel Lächelt sie den Forscher an. Zu der Tugend steilem Hügel Leitet sie des Dulders Bahn. Auf des Glaubens Sonnenberge Sieht man ihre Fahnen wehn, Durch den Riß gesprengter Särge Sie im Chor der Engel stehn.
Chor. Duldet mutig, Millionen! Duldet für die beßre Welt! Droben überm Sternzelt Wird ein großer Gott belohnen.
Göttern kann man nicht vergelten; Schön ist's, ihnen gleich zu sein. Gram und Armut soll sich melden, Mit den Frohen sich erfreun. Groll und Rache sei vergessen, Unserm Todfeind sei verziehn, Keine Tränen soll ihn pressen, Keine Reue nage ihn.
Chor. Unser Schuldbuch sei vernichtet! Ausgesöhnt die ganze Welt! Brüder, überm Sternenzelt Richtet Gott, wie wir gerichtet.
Freude sprudelt in Pokalen, In der Traube goldnem Blut Trinken Sanftmut Kannibalen, Die Verzweiflung Heldenmut-- Brüder, fliegt von euren Sitzen, Wenn der volle Römer kreist, Laßt den Schaum zum Himmel spritzen: Dieses Glas dem guten Geist.
Chor. Den der Sterne Wirbel loben, Den des Seraphs Hymne preist, Dieses Glas dem guten Geist Überm Sternenzelt dort oben!
Festen Mut in schwerem Leiden, Hilfe, wo die Unschuld weint, Ewigkeit geschwornen Eiden, Wahrheit gegen Freund und Feind, Männerstolz vor Königsthronen, -- Brüder, gält' es Gut und Blut-- Dem Verdienste seine Kronen, Untergang der Lügenbrut!
Chor. Schließt den heil'gen Zirkel dichter, Schwört bei diesem goldnen Wein: Dem Gelübde treu zu sein, Schwört es bei dem Sternenrichter!
Rettung von Tyrannenketten, Großmut auch dem Bösewicht, Hoffnung auf den Sterbebetten, Gnade auf dem Hochgericht! Auch die Toten sollen leben! Brüder, trinkt und stimmet ein, Allen Sündern soll vergeben, Und die Hölle nicht mehr sein.
Chor. Eine heitre Abschiedsstunde! Süßen Schlaf im Leichentuch! Brüder, einen sanften Spruch Aus des Totenrichters Mund.
English translation
Joy, thou source of light immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Touched with fire, to the portal, Of thy radiant shrine, we come. Your sweet magic, frees all others, Held in custom's rigid rings, All men on earth become brothers, In the haven of your wings.
Chorus Be embraced, you millions! This kiss for the entire world! Brothers, above the starry canopy Must a loving Father reside.
Whoever has the great fortune, To be a friend’s friend, Whoever wins the love of a lovely woman, Add his jubilation to ours! Yes, anyone also who has a soul To call his own on this earth! And anyone who never could, should run away Weeping from this brotherhood!
Chorus Those who occupy the great circle, Pay homage to sympathy! It leads to the stars Where the unknown is enthroned
Joy, all creatures drink At the bosoms of nature, All good, all evil Follow your trail of roses. Kisses she gives us, and wine, A friend, proven in death. Pleasure was given to the worm, And the cherub stands before God.
Chorus Do you fall before him, you millions? Do you sense the Creator, world? Seek him above the starry canopy, Above the stars he must live.
Joy is called the strong spring In the perpetuity of nature. Joy, joy drives the wheels In the earth’s great clock. Flowers, she calls from the buds, Suns, out of the firmament, Spheres, she rolls through space That the seer cannot know
Chorus Happy, as his suns fly Through the heavens’ magnificent plan Run, brothers, your race Joyful, as a hero to victory.
As truth’s fiery reflection Smiles at the explorer, To virtue’s steep hill She guides the silent sufferers’ path. On faith’s sunlit summit One sees her banners in the wind, Through the cracks of burst coffins They are seen in the chorus of angels.
Chorus Endure courageously, you millions! Endure for the better world! Over the starry canopy A good God will reward you!
Gods one cannot repay Beautiful it is, to be like them. Grief and poverty, acquaint yourselves With the joyful ones rejoice. Anger and revenge be forgotten, Our deadly enemy be forgiven, No tears shall he shed No remorse shall gnaw at him
Chorus Our debt registers be abolished Reconcile the entire world! Brothers, over the starry canopy God judges, as we judged.
Joy bubbles in the cup, In the grape’s golden blood Cannibals drink gentleness The fearful, courage -- Brothers, fly from your perches, When the full cup is passed, Let the foam spray to the heavens This glass to the good spirit
Chorus He whom the spirals of stars praise, He whom the seraphim’s hymn glorifies, This glass to the good spirit Above the starry canopy!
Courage firm in great suffering, Help there, where innocence weeps, Eternally sworn oaths, Truth towards friend and foe, Mens’ pride before kings’ thrones -- Brothers, even if it costs property and blood, -- The crowns to those who earn them, Defeat to the lying brood!
Chorus Close the holy circle tighter, Swear by this golden vine: Remain true to the vows, Swear by the judge above the stars!
Escape the tyrants’ chains, Generosity also to the villain, Hope upon the deathbeds, Mercy from the high court! The dead, too, shall live! Brothers, drink and chime in, All sinners shall be forgiven, And hell shall be no more.
Chorus A serene departing hour! Sweet sleep in the shroud! Brothers—a mild sentence From the final judge!
