Before I forget...I came across this:
http://www.oneishy.com/personality/
and it said that i am a Melancholy Phlegmatic person.
The Melancholy's Emotions:
Deep and thoughtfully; Analytical; Serious and purposeful; Genius prone; Talented and creative; Artistic or musical; Philosophical and poetic; appreciative of beauty; Sensitive to others; Self-sacrificing; Conscientious; Idealistic
The Melancholy As A Parent:
Sets high standards; Wants everything done right; Keeps home in good order; Picks up after children; Sacrifices own will for others; Encourages scholarship and talent
The Melancholy As a Friend:
Makes friends cautiously; Content to stay in background; Avoids causing attention; Faithful and devoted; Will listen to complaints; Can solve other's problems; Deep concern for other people; Moved to tears with compassion; Seeks ideal mate
The Melancholy At Work:
Schedule oriented; Perfectionist, high standards; Detail conscious; Persistent and thorough;
Orderly and organized; Neat and tidy; Economical; Sees the problems; Finds creative solutions;
Needs to finish what he starts; Likes charts, graphs, figures, lists
The Phlegmatic's Emotions:
Low-key personality; Easygoing and relaxed; Calm, cool and collected; Patient well balanced; Consistent life; Quiet but witty; Sympathetic and kind; Keeps emotions hidden; Happily reconciled to life; All-purpose person
The Phlegmatic As A Parent
Makes a good parent; Takes time for the children; Is not in a hurry; Can take the good with the bad; Doesn't get upset easily
The Phlegmatic As a Friend
Easy to get along with; Pleasant and enjoyable; Inoffensive; Good listener; Dry sense of humor;
Enjoys watching people; Has many friends; Has compassion and concern
The Phlegmatic At Work
Competent and steady; Peaceful and agreeable; Has administrative ability; Mediates problems;
Avoids conflicts; Good under pressure; Finds the easy way
At Some points the two are quite contradicting but according to that site, I'm a little of both (well more on melancholy). And I hope I could say something else...I'm really having a headache. My comments on this...coming soon...Ü
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
headaches
Hello internets...its benn a while...yes i know...but I've been catching up with stephenie meyers twilight series. And that's really a lot to read considering my not so beautiful and freaking job as a gorgeous engineer...(wehehehe).Ü
Also, the loading (read: recession is not really that alarming anymore) is quite normal so a lot of work to do.Ü
Don't miss american idol...Ü
I'll be posting a cute one when my headache is gone. I miss clever girl and barbie!hehehe
Also, the loading (read: recession is not really that alarming anymore) is quite normal so a lot of work to do.Ü
Don't miss american idol...Ü
I'll be posting a cute one when my headache is gone. I miss clever girl and barbie!hehehe
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
i believe
i believe in the goodness of the world.
i believe it could be expressed as a number or a pie chart.
i would like to compare it to a pie chart.
the whole pie is the world.
the pie slices are the parts that people own, have or posses (whatever it is).
the rich people have bigger slices.
the poor ones have smaller slices.
i belong to the average ones.
and i dont complain.
yes in would be nicer to have all the designer clothes i wish for.
all the shoes....
bags...
jewelry...
(sigh....women ☺)
however...there is only one world, therefore one pie.
owning a much bigger part of the pie would mean that someone else would have to sacrifice his part.
it would be okay if it would be the rich people.
what about if it would be the less fortunate ones?
so i wouldn't complain that i have just enough.
i even think the world was created in that way.
that there would be enough for everyone.
the other parts of the pie is not for me.
its for someone else.
just like saving part of the food for your loved ones.
i believe it could be expressed as a number or a pie chart.
i would like to compare it to a pie chart.
the whole pie is the world.
the pie slices are the parts that people own, have or posses (whatever it is).
the rich people have bigger slices.
the poor ones have smaller slices.
i belong to the average ones.
and i dont complain.
yes in would be nicer to have all the designer clothes i wish for.
all the shoes....
bags...
jewelry...
(sigh....women ☺)
however...there is only one world, therefore one pie.
owning a much bigger part of the pie would mean that someone else would have to sacrifice his part.
it would be okay if it would be the rich people.
what about if it would be the less fortunate ones?
so i wouldn't complain that i have just enough.
i even think the world was created in that way.
that there would be enough for everyone.
the other parts of the pie is not for me.
its for someone else.
just like saving part of the food for your loved ones.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
toys and forget-me-not
When I was given the chance to get to know Big better (we were in the same group of friends in the office but we had our own lives back then), i liked him. He's 5 yrs older than me and I think I found the Kuya i've been longing to have in him. He's matured. He has been through alot in this real world that is. He enjoys a lot of things, most of them I enjoy doing myself.
Well that's the positive side. There are two sides of a coin, so the kuya in him also includes having someone to criticize your outfit (not that i take his comments by heart. I believe in my sense of fashion.hehehe) and someone who constantly bullies and treats you as a kid most of the time (these really i hate).
However, there are things that i only knew when we were officially together. Like his obsession for toys.
From time to time the toys varies from cars to techy stuffs but most of the time, they are just the usual toys (a.k.a. Toys for big boys...action figures..toys).
While we were waiting for the last full show of watchmen last week, we (as usual) dropped by the toy stores.
M: hahaha...hurry...look at that woman she is so *something*..
B: oh?where? (not looking away from the toys)
M: oh...never mind. She's out of sight.
B: wow these stuff are really great!you can do a lot of things with them.
(and i take a look at the toys...validating his comment.)
B: (looks at me and suddenly becomes aware of my presence) you were saying something ngay? (he calls me ngangay)
In times like this, do i really have to answer back? Maybe. But perhaps i have to take a few deep breaths -- slow and easy, smile and attack...oh i mean, answer.
Well that's the positive side. There are two sides of a coin, so the kuya in him also includes having someone to criticize your outfit (not that i take his comments by heart. I believe in my sense of fashion.hehehe) and someone who constantly bullies and treats you as a kid most of the time (these really i hate).
However, there are things that i only knew when we were officially together. Like his obsession for toys.
From time to time the toys varies from cars to techy stuffs but most of the time, they are just the usual toys (a.k.a. Toys for big boys...action figures..toys).
While we were waiting for the last full show of watchmen last week, we (as usual) dropped by the toy stores.
M: hahaha...hurry...look at that woman she is so *something*..
B: oh?where? (not looking away from the toys)
M: oh...never mind. She's out of sight.
B: wow these stuff are really great!you can do a lot of things with them.
(and i take a look at the toys...validating his comment.)
B: (looks at me and suddenly becomes aware of my presence) you were saying something ngay? (he calls me ngangay)
In times like this, do i really have to answer back? Maybe. But perhaps i have to take a few deep breaths -- slow and easy, smile and attack...oh i mean, answer.
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