Melancholy Phlegmatic

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

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

American Idol

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.

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.

lunch out

I was along a familiar sidewalk. The breeze is cool. My hair smells fresh. I reached the corner store with glass walls, I looked at my reflection and I felt good. Not much about the dress. Perhaps the confidence has changed the aura.

When I got to the place, I saw my friends waving at me with much excitement and anticipation. I signaled for them to wait for a while. I stayed outside and phoned my husband. The kids are good, dinner will be fine and everything is okay. I will have a great night.

So I walked in. The food was great. Coping up with the things we missed about each other was even better. I am having a great laugh when I heard someone from behind me calling my name. At first I hesitated but I heard it again.

I turned and felt a little dizzy. Everything was a blur. I had to close my eyes and open them little by little so I wouldn't pass out. I tried to focus a little on the person but I couldn't figure out who he was. I closed my eyes again and looked at the same person. He was smiling at me.

"How's it going? I need it within the day.", he said and left.

I looked back to my friends and found that I wasn't at the resaurant anymore. I saw a monitor right in front of me, my old bag right beside it, a box of tissue and my phone on the other side. I accidentally moved the mouse and the screensaver went out. The monitor showed an unfinished report. I felt my heart pound faster than usual. I scanned for a clock. 4:37pm.

Crap.

Moral lesson: don't eat too much for lunch. A few idle seconds may turn into moments like this.

110 lbs (going higher...)

If there's one great thing Big and i luuurve to do together, it would be eating.

(And sleeping. Sometimes eat then sleep, some other times sleep then eat, you know...wehehehe.)

Anyway, during weekends, we skip breakfast because:
1. We wake up late.
2. We still love to stay in bed upon waking up...
3. We're lazy to make breakfast.

So, we go with eating early lunch. His mom cooks a lot for lunch on purpose to save on cooking again for dinner. And mr big doesn.t like the idea. He wants his food different for each meal...well most of the time. And the most famous conversation begins.

Big: wat are we gonna have for dinner?

Me: i thought we still have food from lunch?we can eat it.
(With a smile.)

B: i don't like the food.

M: i thought you love ___ (the food)?!

B: well not anymore?hehe.joke.i want something different.

M: okay. (eyes rolling). So wat are we gonna have? We can have pizza or burgers delivered.
(i don't cook.sigh.)

B: ok.pizza.

(after a while...)

B: on second thought, we can have the leftovers...they might get spoiled tomorrow.ü

M: huh? (and gives him a what's-with-the-mind-changing-every-five-minutes kind of look) ok.

After dinner...

B: what number do i call?

M: huh?

B: for the pizza delivery..(smiles)..remember?

Whew!