You're a Numerical Logician!

Phoenix, your IQ score is 133

Your overall intelligence quotient is the result of a scientifically-tested formula based on how many questions you answered correctly. But it's only part of what we learned about you from your answers on the test. We also determined the way you process information.

The way you think about things makes you a Numerical Logician. This means that you're exceptionally strong in mathematics and at using logic to solve problems — you have a way with numbers. But that's not all — compared to others you're very detail-oriented, highly organized, and good at understanding things on a complex and abstract level. You're also a quick study when it comes to learning new things or understanding new concepts.

How did we determine that your thinking style is that of a Numerical Logician? When we examined your test results further, we analyzed how you scored on 8 dimensions of intelligence: spatial, organizational, abstract reasoning, logical, mechanical, verbal, visual and numerical. The 3 dimensions you scored highest on combine to make you a Numerical Logician. Only 6 out of 1,000 people have this rare combination of abilities.


   The Super IQ Test - Tickle

Quite consistent. 128 when I was 12 (Prep for High School), 134 in the college entrance test, and now 133 in Tickle. LOL.

First of all - why am I not blogging? 
  
  

   You're single because you don't want to slow down

Whether you're working all hours, busy with school, or planning a cross-country move, it sounds like you just don't have time for anyone else in your life...right now, that is. Your timing may be off in other aspects, too. Chances are, you've met that perfect person who just so happens to be married or planning their own cross-country move. So take a step back for a moment. Is there something underlying this? Could it be you're afraid to get involved for some reason or another, and are therefore attracted to people who are simply unavailable?

Whether you're secretly sabotaging yourself or not, try a little exercise. Open your mind to those who are around you (and available!) right now. Then let up on your schedule to let that someone in. That is, unless you want to get married to your goals, and not Mr. or Mrs. Right.

   Why Are You Still Single? - Tickle

This test should explain why. So maybe I should start again sometime, or more appropriately, resume what I started. It might take a lot though, so I'll take it a one day a time thing.

Current weight - 184 lbs.

Nasaan Ka? - Pupil 

Kaninang umaga nagising ako
may bakas ng ngiti sa mukha
kasama kita sa aking panaginip
sasabihin ko dapat sa’yo

Pero wala ka na
wala ka na pala
wala ka na

Nanlisik, namimilipit sa galit
umiikot ang aking paningin
sa mga tanong na di kayang sagutin
di na makikita, di na mahawakan
ang maganda mong mukha pagkat

Wala ka na
wala ka na pala
wala ka na

Nasa’n ka? nasa’n ka?
nawala lang parang bula

Mahahanap din kita
mahahanap din kita
mahahanap din kita
kung may langit nga ba
mahahanap din kita

In this day and age, one of 60GB Pencil-thin iPods and 4GB Playstation Memory Sticks, we proclaim to be living in a streamlined environment. Cellular Phones are now made especially for kids and Blackberrys make corporate warriors supposedly reachable 24/7. Reachable 24/7, no freaking excuses.

But is this supposed frontier of human living at utmost efficiency by technology giving us tools like HGH for professional athletes really all that or is this nothing but a clear frontier of Publicity and Advertising?

Sure, there are now 15 hundreds ways to reach out to a friend. We can reach anyone via Text Messaging or Email, or by leaving a message in Friendster or a shoutout in his/her blog's tagboard. We can hook up with them in Instant Messengers and maybe even see them in flesh via webcam.

But what's bothering me, is that somehow, I feel like I need to know each and every one of those 15 hundred means to reach out to someone I want to. And that I have to know the tickle spot of each and every person. (Ergo, figure out where he/she most frequently logs in.)

Consequently, I have to make an account in Friendster and MySpace. I could, and maybe I should maintain seperate blogs in Yahoo! and Blogdrive to keep my beloveds updated with the what's ups and what nots with me. And it's been a real struggle keeping a phonebook with 300 people changing numbers like thrice a year!

Efficient? Keeping in touch is like a full time job these days. Not to mention, keeping in touch feels like too un-personal. I wanna catch up with a friend, no need for a little phone call, log on and read-up on his/her latest blog entry.

For a guy who eats and breathes (and works) Information Technology, I feel really, reeaallly left out in this pace.

Some little resolutions I'll implement from this point on:

1. Going to ask someone out, I'll won't text her an invitation, I'll give her a ring, and maybe get a little more creative.

2. A longer than usual chit-chat? We'll do over lunch, not typing mercilessly over the messengers.

3. Wanting to catch-up, blog-reading won't be enough. How about coffee?

4. Cellular phones, on-mute before hitting the sack.

5. And call my home phone on emergencies. Only on emergencies.

 

 

For months I have been waiting. For the right time, the right moment, the perfect inspiration. I was looking for the most beautiful words to tell the world and talk about what's it like to be who I am. How great it is to be here. How it is when your dreams have come true. I'm holding up, and holding up I did for so long.

But now I don't even know where to begin.

I wanted to tell about how it is the first time I stepped into the plane to Nagoya. The feeling of bewilderment in the fact that I am leaving a world I have sunk comfortably in, to take on a war 8 thousand miles away, by my lonesome.

I wanted to tell about the first time I stepped out of the subway, into the heart of Manhattan. Times Square. How I picked my jaw from the ground the first time I walked around the bright lights around the place where CNN displays what New Year is like in the Big Apple.

I snuck into the excuses, of maybe I do not even need to do this. I have enough friends who knew me. And that everyday is pretty much the same for the last eight months.

I wanted to talk, but I needed to hold back. I wanted to talk about the triumphs and the highs, but doing so cannot give justice to the fact that I was, in fact, overwhelmed.

Overwhlemed by the uncertainty of where I stand. Fearful of instability of the situation.

The despair of promises I cannot keep. And then some promises I had to break.

Maybe someday the words will come out. But for now, I just have to walk away.