Much to my introversion, I have actually wanted to create a self-portrait back in college. But since I’m no good at drawing at all, I’ll make up for it in blogging. So excuse me for a blog’s moment.
I’m predominantly melancholic, subsequently phlegmatic and sanguine (they tend to play tug of war), and working on my choleric muscle. I multitask but am not multipurpose. I think I want to live in Fully Booked, the one in Serendra; it’s like a four-/five-storey nerd’s haven. I have found out that there is actually a sense of fulfillment in doing your own laundry. I seriously want to sky-dive. I have selective academic memory, an attempt to justify a deficit in mathematical flair (haha). I am petite, deal with it. I love the word “perennial”. I am eclectic when it comes to music (I appreciate the 70s, was born an 80s fan, left my heart in the 90s and going with the flow of the double zeroes). Can I qualify myself multilingual? For an aspirant, I am fairly fluent in English, Tagalog and Ilonggo and can say “I love you” in about 11 languages…and c-o-u-n-t-ing. Holy (or godly) is the new handsome. A Kindle is a wish, an iPad another wish, but books are a timeless essential. I have aligned myself a few notches left of center in the political spectrum – this is in hindsight; now my politics is based solely on His. Contrary to common standards, love, for me, is no trial and error; I am not for trial and I am not an error. I believe in a three-fold profession: to administer justice, to preach, and to go forth and multiply. Of course, to love is the upward call. My personal credence is not hot or cold and especially not lukewarm; I’d very much prefer white-hot (thanks to Rhoald Dahl for the term). I don’t want to live elsewhere abroad ‘coz I love my Philippines, baby! There is no such thing as an “accident” because I wouldn’t be in Destiny if this wasn’t so.
Once upon a time, I was good as dead. But then I met grace hanging on the Cross. Now I know I have my happily ever after.
