November 17, 2008
I am a Type 8 – the Asserter
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The Asserter (the Eight)
Asserters are direct, self-reliant, self-confident, and protective.
How to Get Along with Me
- Stand up for yourself… and me.
- Be confident, strong, and direct.
- Don’t gossip about me or betray my trust.
- Be vulnerable and share your feelings. See and acknowledge my tender, vulnerable side.
- Give me space to be alone.
- Acknowledge the contributions I make, but don’t flatter me.
- I often speak in an assertive way. Don’t automatically assume it’s a personal attack.
- When I scream, curse, and stomp around, try to remember that’s just the way I am.
What I Like About Being a Eight
- being independent and self-reliant
- being able to take charge and meet challenges head on
- being courageous, straightforward, and honest
- getting all the enjoyment I can out of life
- supporting, empowering, and protecting those close to me
- upholding just causes
What’s Hard About Being a Eight
- overwhelming people with my bluntness; scaring them away when I don’t intend to
- being restless and impatient with others’ incompetence
- sticking my neck out for people and receiving no appreciation for it
- never forgetting injuries or injustices
- putting too much pressure on myself
- getting high blood pressure when people don’t obey the rules or when things don’t go right
Eights as Children Often
- are independent; have an inner strength and a fighting spirit
- are sometimes loners
- seize control so they won’t be controlled
- fugure out others’ weaknesses
- attack verbally or physically when provoked
- take charge in the family because they perceive themselves as the strongest, or grow up in difficult or abusive surroundings
Eights as Parents
- are often loyal, caring, involved, and devoted
- are sometimes overprotective
- can be demanding, controlling, and rigid
November 11, 2008
Bride to be
The proposal in the car cannot be called one of a kind. Im sure it happened a million times before, to a zillion other couples. But it sure as hell was the surprise of my life. It was unexpected, uncalled for, and I never saw it coming. At least not my way. And then I saw the ring.
I knew he was nervous, and he almost–almost didn’t know what to say too. But it went fine. Sweet and sincere. It may not be as perfect or as mushy romantic as it should be but I’m happy because I saw the sincerity in his eyes. Very lovely day. The day I became bride-to-be.
Hello wedding planning!
October 7, 2008
Born Maroon
- Luntian at pula, Sagisag magpakailanman
- Ating pagdiwang, bulwagan ng dangal
- Humayo’t itanghal, giting at tapang
- Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan
- Mabuhay ang pag-asa ng bayan.
Yes, there is and will always be more to life. But for me, never will I feel as thrilled, fulfilled, and free as my being an iskolar ng bayan. My eight years (since high school ha!) in the university is my life’s best time yet. Mahal na mahal ko ang peyups. I love all the memories – the fear, the sleepless nights, the professors, friends, acquaintances, the lessons, the pain, the Block C, the smiles and the loud laughs, the uno and the singko, the crushes, the organizations, the buildings and tamabayans, the groupwork, the 1st time experiences, the fishball, the banana cue ni manang, the bilyaran sa Camputhaw, Bb.UP, the bluebook and tons of readings…If I am to put it all in writing, I will never finish. So to you, my beloved alma matter, isang magara at mayabang na sentenaryo.
Thanks for all that has been, and for all that will be, because of what you have made me.
September 23, 2008
What’s in PrettyMona’s Birkin?
I saw this interesting meme on Faerywoman’s place, and grabbed it…with permission.
Here are the rules. Find a safe, quiet place free of significant others, nosey chikadoras, priests, nuns, all things religious and men in general. (If you’re a guy, just reverse this process to fit males and tell us about your wallet, tool box, briefcase or metro sexual accessory.)
1. Dump the contents of your handbag in a pile.
2. Take a photo of your handbag and the contents.
3. Be brave and explain to your fellow bloggers what lurks inside the handbag.
4. Tag others who might want to embarrass themselves.
5. Answer these questions:
Describe the contents of your handbag.
What’s the most important thing in your handbag?
What’s the most embarrassing thing in your handbag?
What’s the smallest thing in your handbag?
Is there anything illegal in your handbag?
Started by Mimi, Queen of Memes who thinks up brilliant memes.
Here’s what’s inside Moonlit’s handbag:
Describe the contents of your handbag.
jok-up kit (make-up kit) — the gucci-guccihan thing purse
swipe card (for Jollibee use, w*nk!)
my nameplate (azin!)
Pond’s pink powder
Neutrogena lip gloss
Nivea lip balm
Revlon eye chuva
powerful organizer (with my big name in front)
Purple pilot pen
Very Sexy (Victoria’s Secret) lipstick
mobile phone and its case
Powerful Marks & Spencer umbrella (as in!)
Millions of keys:
1. House keys
2. Store keys (with the UP High alumni keychain)
3. And my duplicate of the car keys (yes, I’m not the car user)
What’s the most important thing in your handbag?
My mobile phone. I can never be reached without it (paet!)
What’s the most embarrassing thing in your handbag?
My umbrella…people never understood how important umbrellas are. And they never fully get why I have it all the time, everytime:)
What’s the smallest thing in your handbag?
My nameplate?
Is there anything illegal in your handbag?
Hell no. *wink*
Now, I would love to see what’s inside your handbags or purses. Dump ‘em all out pretty please?
Anybody who want to do this tag, feel free to grab it and post it on your blogs. Leave me a note so I can add your blog to the links here. =)
September 15, 2008
Blessed
There is not much I regret in my life, EXCEPT perhaps for eating too much chocolate.
Not because I’ve always chosen right, but because when I chose wrong, I found the courage to make things right. I never looked back and wondered what might have been. I’ve always believed that it’s not the choices you make in your life but the life you live after the choices you make that defines your life.
I don’t regret saying yes to all my exes. I don’t regret loving with all my heart — and for perhaps too long than I should have. I don’t regret ending my relationships and experiencing the pain after the breakup. I don’t regret having loved and left. I don’t regret having loved and lost.
I don’t regret having been carefree and foolish at 26. I don’t regret following the motto “Come what may” at 27. I don’t regret not wanting to get married even at 28. I was a devil-may-care kind. I might have saved myself a lot of pain by having become wiser earlier. But wisdom is a work in progress. And just when you think you know everything, you realize you know nothing.
Don’t get me wrong though, my life has not been perfect. It hasn’t been easy. I too, struggle with the demons daily. It’s not that I’ve always been happy. You just can’t be. It’s not that I’m never scared. As a matter of fact, I often am. And contrary to popular belief, It’s not that I have always been brave and strong. I just have a very big God. And He loves me, more than I could ever understand. So I guess thanks to Him and all His grace, I’m not the regretful kind. He always made sure I understood the reason why it happened, and why He chose me for it.
And for that I consider myself…yes, blessed.

