Have you ever thought of solving a problem by trying to think of a new way? After you come up with a viable solution, you then realize somebody almost every time had already come up with the same solution.

This is really frustrating. It's like I know that I am creative, since I did come up with the new method/solution/way. But it also means that I am not fast enough to prove that I did indeed think of it first, since I could easily have consulted the solver of the particular problem! So it's tantalizingly infuriating. You agree?

If you answered yes: You are like me, creative, and... well, your ideas sound ridiculous to others. But don't worry, you will some day surpass the whole humankind and come with a fresh idea first. Then the next step is to market the idea/thought/solution. Then only you will prove your worth.

But you are the pioneering sort. Your whole purpose in life is to test drive: to find new directions for the whole mankind to trod towards. Your basic competitive edge lies on your ability on thinking viable alternatives of a particular solution, and choosing the best option.

However, there is a pitfall; you are equally bound to come up with original ideas that do not serve any purpose. In fact, some ideas serve their own purpose- of originality. For instance, I recently thought of creating a blank blog post While nobody has (most likely) thought of doing so, I hold myself proud of having done so in the first place and also proved my originality.

If you answered no: You are unoriginal, and are more of a traditional person. You like to follow what others do, and maybe even good at it. Your competitive edge lies on the fact that you do well defined tasks effectively and up to the set par. You are suggested to hone your ability of what you do best and stick to it. You work best on well-defined environments and workplaces with well-established rules. Like in a zoo.

Good. You did well. This blog was nondescripittal disguise of a personality test.

A Blank Blog Post

Rocking Retrospections

(Heard in the House) Muma: "Stop drumming your fingers like a Tabla and help me with the bowls"
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My MBA program is unofficially over- in the sense that I have completed all my classes, gotten all the credits and passing grades, but haven't received a transcript and my diploma is not due till ... mmm... a long time from now. We haven't gotten our farewell party yet... in which, may I add, I will stumble, fumble, and mumble some incoherent phrases on the microphone as a farewell speech, but that is all too far in the future to care... mmm... well, maybe I will "do the starts with armpit farts"... but actually I'm too uptight to do anything of that sort. I might just stick to the plain old blushing and gushing routine.

I remember our welcome party. We had to go through this supposedly ragging ritual... a sort of acculturation process, maybe. It was held at Verge Inn (opposite Soaltee Hotel), which, I ruefully mused, was probably chosen for the name (sounds like virgin :s). Anyway, a few girls could not stand the ragging, and one stomped home and I didn't blame her. A few others sneaked out, and I didn't blame them either.

I also remember that I had to do a stupid catwalk and a short dance in a makeshift aisle... (roar like a lion, people urged- I actually got Mr. Lion and got a stuffed lion, a feat that I am quite proud of). And on stage, I was asked by a panel of 'judges', comprised of seniors whose sole motives were to unnerve the cowering man/woman on the moon by asking stupidly double-meaning riddles. I had to perform 5 different kisses. And I mumbled something like, let me use my hand to demonstrate, and some people were sniggering in the crowd. Then it dawned to me that it was a dangerous analogy to masturbation... but well, most were silent; I guess most people weren't bent that way...

A year and a half later, a girl was supposed to ask the person onstage something related to pubic hair, and she thought it was public hair; and again, only a few people noticed... and I again guessed most people weren't bent that way...

But, oh well, it is always fun. Some people crack up, some manage to retain their pride, some even gain the audience's favor, and sometimes the Questioner cracks up... Quite a variation.

Oh, so where was I? Oh, actually I did not have any point to make; if I were made to utter one, I would say, the point is to just point you away from making it "boring to the point of snoring". Ahh, I notice the yawns on the fawns... I better put a stop on my rhyming crop; make an end with my poetic bend; say enough to the bardy stuff; and finish the tingles with my jingles. So Ciao, I'll stop niao!