I love answering personality tests. Here’s one I snagged from N!CE:
Below is Dr Phil’s (an American TV Talk Show Host) test. Dr. Phil scored 55; he did this test on Oprah & she got a 38.
Don’t peek, but begin the test as you scroll down and answer. Answers are for who you are now… not who you were in the past. Have pen or pencil and paper ready. This is a real test given by the Human Relations Department at many of the major corporations today. It helps them get better insight concerning their employees and prospective employees. It’s only 10 Simple questions, so grab a pencil and paper, keeping track of your letter answers to each question.
Are you ready??
1. When do you feel your best?
a) In the morning
b) During the afternoon & and early evening
c) Late at night
2. You usually walk. .
a) Fairly fast, with long steps
b) Fairly fast, with little steps
c) Less fast head up, looking the world in the face
d) Less fast, head down
e) Very slowly
3. When talking to people you.
a) Stand with your arms folded
b) Have your hands clasped
c) Have one or both your hands on your hips
d) Touch or push the person to whom you are talking
e) Play with your ear, Touch your chin, or smooth your hair
4. When relaxing, you sit with…
a) Your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side
b) Your legs crossed
c) Your legs stretched out or straight
d) One leg curled under you
5. When something really amuses you, you react with…
a) Big appreciated laugh
b) A laugh, but not a loud one
c) A quiet chuckle
d) A sheepish smile
6. When you go to a party or social gathering you.
a) Make a loud entrance so everyone notices you
b) Make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know
c) Make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed
7. You’re working very hard, concentrating hard, and you’re
a) Welcome the break
b) Feel extremely irritated
c) Vary between these two extremes
8. Which of the following colours do you like most?
a) Red or orange
c) Yellow or light blue
e) Dark blue or purple
g) Brown or grey
9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going
to sleep you are.
a) Stretched out on your back
b) Stretched out face down on your stomach
c) On your side, slightly curled
d) With your head on one arm
e) With your head under the covers
10. You often dream that you are…
b) Fighting or struggling
c) Searching for something or somebody
d) Flying or floating
e) You usually have dreamless sleep
f) Your dreams are always pleasant
1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6
2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1
3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6
4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1
5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2
6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2
7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4
8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1
9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1
10. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1
Now add up the total number of points.
OVER 60 POINTS: Others see you as someone they should ‘handle with care.
You’re seen as vain, self-centred, and who is extremely dominant..
Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don’t always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.
51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality; a natural leader, who’s quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once; someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.
41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting; someone who’s constantly in the centre of attention, but sufficiently well-balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding; someone who’ll always cheer them up and help them out.
31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful & practical.
They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who’s extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.
21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.
UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions & who doesn’t want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don’t exist. Some people think you’re boring. Only those who know you well know that you aren’t.
Feel free to take the test and find out how others see you : )
Many times I would complain about the smallest of things and how I squeeze in too many tasks in a day and still end the day fretting over what tasks I didn’t get to do. As a working mom-turned-entrepreneur, my days can get really long, and I usually go to bed too tired to give my 100% attention to my daughter Zoe. Our bedtime routine of washing up, brushing our teeth, and snuggling in bed as we read Zoe’s favorite book of the day (or tell stories when the lights are out) had turned to just that, a routine. Last night, it wasn’t the best of days, and when Zoe pleaded for another story and then another, I turned her down and pretended to sleep, until both of us feel asleep eventually.
Gretchen Rubin’s insights made me realize that our storytelling time, as well as our other mother-daughter routines that may spell ordinary to some, is something I should cherish while it’s here. And that a few years down, when Zoe learns to read on her own and won’t be needing my help at all, I’d very much realize that yes, the days may be long, but the years are, indeed, short.
I had my last follow-up check-up with my surgeon this afternoon. You see, I was under the knife last week. Liposuction? Nope, don’t need that yet, except around the thighs perhaps. Tummy tuck? Hmmm…my tummy needs to be tucked a bit, but nope. What I had was actually a simple outpatient procedure to excise a mass I’ve been feeling for centuries now near my left shoulder blade. I know, I know, I should’ve had this checked and excised years ago just to be on the safe side, but then it’s a bad habit of mine, really, to procrastinate. The biopsy says it’s just lipoma (read: fatty mass) and I’m very much relieved, especially when my brother and my mom had been diagnosed with the Big C years ago (both, thank God, are in remission, hopefully, forever).
The surgery itself was, to the doctor, a very simple procedure. I entered Asian Hospital’s holding room on schedule and waited for further instructions. I was told to change into a hospital gown and remove all clothing including underwear, which sounded so weird to me especially when I was only gonna be sliced on my back and not elsewhere. Tha hospital gown had so many small ties and loose ends I didn’t know which went where. I had to ask the assistance of one of the nurses because if I tried to figure it out all by myself, I might end up wearing something like a straightjacket.
The nurses finally wheeled me in the operating room. The room was clean and quiet, except for the beeping sound of one machine I do not recognize. Suddenly, I felt butterflies in my stomach. My medical background did not help as my mind was racing with thoughts of everything that could go haywire for just a simple procedure. The doctor came in and asked me if I was ready. I asked him if he could put me to sleep first. Fat chance, it was too late for that. The shot of anesthesia, which the surgeon referred as cocktails, was supposed to devoid me of any sensation on the area. It was scary hearing the buzzing, slicing sound of the surgeon’s tool and wondering what on earth was happening as I was lying face down. At one point, I swear, I felt the blade and let out an “ouch”. Midway through the procedure, I finally calmed down and just closed my eyes. I must have made the doctor wonder if the anesthesia also made me doze off coz he peeked through the layers and asked me if I was alright. He must have thought I fainted. He also asked me if I had any sports coz my tissue looks fit, and I told him I didn’t do sports. Had to control my tongue from saying that I am so sedentary and the only exercise I get is when I climb two flights of stairs (it’s higher now that our team was transferred to the 4th floor) and when I chase Zoe before bath time.
The surgeon showed me the fatty lump I’ve been so worried about. He assured me it looked very much like a lipoma. To me, it looked very much like the fat I loved to eat in bulalo!
The succeeding days went well. The wound didn’t hurt that much. It was just uncomfortable knowing there’s this bandage on my back that I can’t wet when I bathe. I was also subconsciously keeping my left arm from moving a lot, like I’m scared the stitches will open up. Zoe had to be weaned from breastmilk, too, because i had to take antibiotics that weren’t safe for kids. That was the hardest part. We’re still struggling up to now, but she’s a great kid and I know how hard she’s been trying. She even changed the dressing once. I didn’t want to wake up hubby one night so I gave Zoe instructions and how-to’s. Although she tangled the first few strips of tape I gave her, she figured out how to in the end, and kept the gauze in place. Hubby was amazed when I showed him Zoe’s “creation” (the strips of tape did look like artwork!).
Now that I’ve experienced being under the knife, even for just a few minutes, I’ve come to realize how strong and brave those who have undergone surgery are. Especially those who’ve been for a major one. The anxiety, the fear, the anticipation…so many emotions, so many things to deal with, pre-op and post-op. It’s no joke what they’ve been through. What I’ve gone through was nothing compared to theirs.
I just have to post this now. I’m totally raving about American Idol finalist David Cook’s rendition of Mariah Carey’s Always Be My Baby. Now, I don’t get to watch the show every week, and I’m not even up-to-date on who’s leading in the votes, but, boy, was I impressed by his performance. I really hope he’d go places and that he would make an album with this as his single. Truly superb!
Side note: The judges’ compliments made David Cook cry, with tears of joy, I suppose. His crying was definitely contagious that I found myself with tears, too. As usual, my husband found my crying hilarious. Can’t blame him.
After much anticipation, the soccer camp held by the Futbol Funatics started last April 4. Zoe was so excited to join the class but we were wary that, like always, she would turn cold turkey upon seeing the other kids. The afternoon started well. So well, in fact, that Zoe was so excited to finally get to wear her knee-high socks and her temporary soccer outfit. She was quite hyper in the house, but then, on the way to Tahanan Village, where the camp was to be held, Zoe dozed off! She was still snoozing when the coaches were already calling the Beckham Buddies (her age bracket) to enter the circle.
After a few tries and nudges, Zoe woke up but was, as predicted, in her crankiest mood. She was overwhelmed by the number of kids and coaches, I suppose, so she spent almost a half hour clinging to my thigh. She hardly performed most of the exercises, but then, the soccer ball was beckoning her to join the group, and eventually, she was on her own kicking the ball. It was such a delight to see kids of different personalities together. So cute…one was always crying, the other asked for his milk bottle, another kid was running around in a different direction, and the parents were a different story. The parents and some yays came in full force. Hubby and I wanted to just stay by the sidelines and leave Zoe to mesh with the gang, but then Zoe was not yet ready to let go of me so fast. So there I was, looking silly holding my daughter’s hand as she tried to “dribble” the ball around the cones, but enjoying it just the same because I knew, despite Zoe’s clinginess, that she was enjoying, too.
The second session was an improvement from the first one, although Zoe still wanted to have me around for the first few minutes of the class. It was hilarious when the coach instructed all the kids to lie on the grass with a soccer ball under their tummies, then, after the coach blows her whistle, the kids have to “explode” and start kicking the ball toward the goal. Well, Zoe was super hesitant to lie on the grass, but she gave in. When the coach blew her whistle, all the other kids started running and kicking while Zoe was left there brushing off the dried grass that clinged to her socks and shorts. I should have known she hates getting dirty!
We’re off to her third session tomorrow. That’s her pic above giving the thumbs-up sign, a sign she loves doing when she looks at me and her dad for reassurance or encouragement. My girl’s loving soccer while I’m loving being a soccer mom : )
I’m taking a breather from the files I’ve been editing to let you all know I’m still alive and breathing! It’s been sooo long since I’ve written anything, except to share our Ilocos pics. I miss blogging, and I must say that blogging has been my lily pond or lotus flower of sorts to keep my sanity intact, away from the toxicity of everyday routine.
- My mom has gone back to Cali. My mom’s one-month vacation here seemed so short. I miss her terribly. I enjoyed seeing her bonding with Zoe, and Zoe adores her so much! How I wish she’d rather be based her so she can spend all the time in the world with her one and only apo. Thanks to my mom, our house is again spic n’ span. Hubby compares my mom to a storm that passes by but does exactly the opposite—she leaves a once-messy place so very much in order. Sad to say, I did not inherit her gene of being a neat-freak : (
- Zoe got a haircut! More on that later. Her lolas and lolos can’t take seeing her wavy hair in all directions that they told us to be in charge and bring Zoe to a salon soon. You see, I’ve been prodding Zoe to getting her hair trimmed for the longest time but she always says “no”. She loves tying her hair in a ponytail and pretending to be General Shang of Mulan.
- Zoe’s soccer day. Despite clinging to me for, like, 30 minutes or so, Zoe had a blast playing soccer. Zoe missed the second session though because it interfered with her naptime again. Now I’m not sure if we’ll show up for the succeeding sessions.
- My tummy’s queasy right now. I dropped by 7-11 on my way to work today and bought a chicken sandwich and tried out a Pepsi Deluxe soda can in pink (strawberries and cream flavor, the can said). Big mistake. The soda tasted more like medicine, and it definitely did not quench my thirst.
- Attended a friend’s wedding last Tuesday. It was my first time to witness an evening wedding at Caleruega, the place where hubby and I also tied the knot 4 years ago, and I must say the evening veil brought a different effect in a beautiful and dramatic way. The sky was filled with stars and you could hear the crickets chirping in the background. The place felt more private and the wedding was lovely and intimate without any of the usiseros who visit the place during daytime. True to its word, Caleruega is indeed a place that brings you closer to nature and closer to God. Reception was held at Sonya’s Garden, the very same venue we had, although in their new function hall. This time though, Sonya’s has more to offer, with Filipino-Spanish dishes that is as delicious as her trademark salad-bread-pasta menu. I love the callos and pastel de lengua.
- More tags lined up. Thanks to my online buddies for all the tags and awards! I hope I’ll find the time this weekend to do all of them. I also miss reading and visiting all your blogs!
That’s it for now. Have to get back to work!
Zoe and I were in Ilocos last week to join the rest of the family in attending a special event. My lolo (brother of my lolo) who is a priest celebrated his 50 years in priesthood at the Vigan Cathedral and we couldn’t miss it for anything. Zoe had a blast playing in the backyard, chasing the chickens, playing frisbee, and swimming in the river, insisting on using her goggles and snorkel, as if she knows how. Zoe loved the water too much that she cried when we pulled her out. Umitim tuloy ng husto, the same goes for me coz I had to stay with her the whole time she was in the water, too. She even got to ride a tractor and she felt very much like Bob the Builder that she didn’t want to get down. Our days were jampacked with activities so I missed going to Batac for their empanada and Zoe wasn’t able to ride a calesa. Oh, and I found out that Paoay, another town in Ilocos, offered pinakbet pizza, which my mom says, tasted really good. They also have dinuguan pizza on their menu. Now that’s something for the adventurous palate. I promise to make time for those pizzas the next time we head north. Speaking of food, we were always eating. I just can’t get enough of the Ilokanos’ crispy dinuguan, bagnet, pinapaitan, pakbet, kilawin, and those fresh seaweeds that were mixed with tomatoes and ginger. Got my fill too of the bu-os, which are actually ants’ eggs…not the usual kind but those big red ones that lived in trees. Delicious, I tell you. But to taste is to believe, I suppose. I think I went home 10 pounds heavier. Sharing a few pics below : )