the Adventurer
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you chose AX - your Enneagram type is SEVEN.
"I am happy and open to new things"
Adventurers are energetic, lively, and optimistic. They want to contribute to the world.
How to Get Along with Me
- Give me companionship, affection, and freedom.
- Engage with me in stimulating conversation and laughter.
- Appreciate my grand visions and listen to my stories.
- Don't try to change my style. Accept me the way I am.
- Be responsible for youself. I dislike clingy or needy people.
- Don't tell me what to do.
What I Like About Being a Seven
- being optimistic and not letting life's troubles get me down
- being spontaneous and free-spirited
- being outspoken and outrageous. It's part of the fun.
- being generous and trying to make the world a better place
- having the guts to take risks and to try exciting adventures
- having such varied interests and abilities
What's Hard About Being a Seven
- not having enough time to do all the things I want
- not completing things I start
- not being able to profit from the benefits that come from specializing; not making a commitment to a career
- having a tendency to be ungrounded; getting lost in plans or fantasies
- feeling confined when I'm in a one-to-one relationship
Sevens as Children Often
- are action oriented and adventuresome
- drum up excitement
- prefer being with other children to being alone
- finesse their way around adults
- dream of the freedom they'll have when they grow up
Sevens as Parents
- are often enthusiastic and generous
- want their children to be exposed to many adventures in life
- may be too busy with their own activities to be attentive
Renee Baron & Elizabeth Wagele
The Enneagram Made Easy
Discover the 9 Types of People
HarperSanFrancisco, 1994, 161 pages
You are not completely happy with the result?!
You chose AX
Would you rather have chosen:
BX (NINE)
CX (TWO)
AY (EIGHT)
AZ (THREE) |
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My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 63% on ABC |
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You scored higher than 34% on XYZ |
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Brother's Beard
... I hate my brother's beard.
1. He sometimes makes me shave it for him.
2. He spends 2 minutes feeling the rough texture and the next 5 forcing me to touch it too.
... I hate it more when my bearded brother kisses me.
1. Pierces my skin. (Now you know why I have blackheads)
2. He usually ends up rubbing his face just to irritate me.
... I hate it the most when my bearded brother gets so hyper that he decides to eat my face.
1. My right cheek gets numb.
2. I try revenge and I suffer for it.
3. I try revenge and he fights back.
4. I suddenly realize the cycle never ends.
... Most of all, I do not hate him for it. I love these things that give us sweet short moments in our childhood where beards can grant a smile on our faces.
Love you, Kuya!
I feel at ease, 2006
We had a New Year Party yesterday. Actually, it was the annual birthday party for Tito Loy. I celebrated it with Audrey and Ate Angela by watching The Chronicles of Narnia. Nevermind that the whole Family (Tree with the roots, branches and fallen leaves) were in the house too. I had time with them last Christmas. In this party, I shall share it with my friends.
Basically, the party ended too soon since it is New Year after all. We wouldn't want our guests to be stranded through the exploding streets just because we kept them in the house.
By 5PM, only my closest aunts and uncles remained. They chatted for a while with my parents while I was in my private den (called room) fixing up an attire for midnight. I wanted to try out a Judas' Belt (the fireworks) for my loose pants but... yeah. Too dangerous.
Anyway, I came out with my 5-day old house clothes with a ribbon around my neck and a comb on my head. AHAHAHA. Yeah. That's true. But those things were adorned with circles. CIRCLES. I believe that if you wore circles on new year's day, you'd be having extra fortune for the whole year - well, my mom never failed me. *wink*
At around 7PM, I asked my mom to buy fireworks since my father did not get a bunch this year - something about the year of the Fire Dog and all(?). So, we went to Lourdes and bought 8 oranges first. YES. THAT IS FENG SHUI. I hope you did not forget to roll 8 oranges towards your home today. *smiles*
We haggled for flashy fountain roman candle thingies after what took 40 minutes or so. The fireworks were probably more expensive than what my father usually buys. *pouts* The seller ran back and fourth from his stall to our car which was NOT a short distance. Naturally, I pitied the guy and gave him 2 Hi-ro packs. (You know, those cookies) *rofl*
After, we came back and resumed normal 7PM to 10PM work. My father was snoring on our rocking chair which I should have recorded. My brother rolled about the computer room, working on his Thesis. Mommy watched feng shui consultants rattling on how better this year might be (while trying to stay awake). Yaya and Vicky were cleaning the last of the dishes while I constantly teased yaya about her attire.
Eventually, 11:30PM came and, seriously, the house behind us is too rich for their own good. Maybe next year, i'm going to demand them to fix my ears.. and eyes. Their exploding fireworks were LOOONG and LOOOOUDD while their 'flashy lights that rocket off to the air and if you weren't careful the sticks might plow through your eye' fireworks were just.. flashy. Eye-boggling, mouth-aweing awesomeness. EBMAA. That's what I'd call them.
Our own set was fast and silent unlike the last 14 years. Our neighbors were actually disappointed that we had none to show this year. "Blame it to papa!! NYAHAHAHA!"
We're done by 12:10, maybe. We rolled the 8 oranges inside the house and silly me took pictures of the fruits. Then, ate some traditional palitaw while inhaling the fresh scent of smoke. Family had a pleasant conversation considering we seldom talk on the dinner table. Then at 12:30, we finally retired.
Me and Kuya slept at 3AM though.
I, actually, feel at ease. 2005 was such a stressful year for me. January to March, the end of 2nd year, was all play and fun but it takes a toll on a body that doesn't rest. The rest of the year, 3rd year, was no joke. Stress. Pain. Problems. 2005.
But today, I am void of that. Maybe this feeling is just for today but it is enough. Lord, thank You for another year.
Get ready for the opening of 2006. HAPPY NEW YEAR, PEOPLE!!!
New Year's Resolution
Oh that's too easy.
Happy 80th Birthday, Pooh!!
To Winnie the Pooh:Happy 80th Birthday!! Belated happy birthday.
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Mery Christmas!!!
Don’t be surprised if a big fat red man comes down your chimney and puts you in a black sack... I told Santa I want you for Christmas. Enjoy the holidays!! Merry Christmas!!- Ica's YM! Group Message.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all!!!
Happy Birthday, Jesus!!!
III2, I miss you!!!
Audrey, Feliz, Sandra, Joycee and Ayen, I miss you!!!
STC, I hate to admit but.. I miss you!!!
Oh good weather, stay the same.
Presents, come in abundance.
To everyone, I'm sorry.
Enjoy the rest of our vacation!!!!!!
Passwords
Have you ever experienced that boggling situation of not being able to type your password?!
As far as I can remember, I have a variety of 10 passwords (give or take) which I use on specific types of accounts. This amount for mails, this for friendster-types, this for game types, this for nonsense crap and the list goes on.
Usually, these passwords are LONG. Average of 10 letters maybe. Now i'm not going to drop any hints on how my passwords might be written but the gist is
It Is Confusing.
So, I was logging-on my Yahoo!Mail today. No biggie. I always log-on Yahoo whenever I have to hide the illegal stuff I'm using the computer for... - just kidding
Anyway, I casually typed in 'icalat28' under the username, pressed on 'tab' to place the cursor to the password box, then I started typing my password.
And yeah. Type... mistake... backspace backspace... type... mistake. Backspace backspace... type... my fingers aren't pressing the correct keys.
I repeated the same movements for a minute or two. I was wondering, 'Did my brain split itself into my fingers?!' - multiplied, really, considering we have 10 fingers. I was chuckling by the time I got my password right. Seriously, who encounters these kinds of things?
The feeling was like trying to type 'apple' but placing 'orange' instead.
It's like knowing that 3*2=6 yet you write '4' on the test paper.
It's like walking to the C.R. then you remember you were supposed to get food from the kitchen.
It's like trying to lick the ice cream on your right hand but instead got to lick the remote control on your left hand.
It's like knowing you should shut up but somehow the words just had to slip out of your mouth. It's like knowing you want/like/need someone but instead pushed the someone out of your life.
It's exactly like thinking/knowing of what you have to do but acted something else.
Thankfully, passwords cannot harm others. Hackers use passwords to wreck the internet lives of people, true. But for an ordinary teenager like me, nope; passwords are safe in my hands. Or something like that.
And, passwords can be erased by a simple 'backspace'. Lives cannot. Emotions cannot. Damn life.
