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According to www.humanetrics.com (supposedly based on the Jung-Myers-Briggs personality approach), I’m an ISFJ–an intelligent, sophisticated, fabulous jirl.  Haha. No, I’m actually a Protector, if the Keirsey Temperament website is to be believed. And a Protector is:

The Portait of the Protector (ISFJ)

The primary desire of the Protector Guardian
is to be of service to others, but here "service" means not so much
furnishing others with the necessities of life (the Provider’s
concern), as guarding others against life’s pitfalls and perils, that
is, seeing to their safety and security. There is a large proportion of
Protectors in the population, perhaps as much as ten percent. And a
good thing, because they are steadfast in their protecting (possessive ika nga), and seem
fulfilled in the degree they can insure the safekeeping of those in
their family, their circle of friends, or their place of business.

Protectors
find great satisfaction in assisting the downtrodden and can deal with
disability and neediness in others better than any other type. They go
about their task of caretaking modestly, unassumingly, and because of
this their efforts are not sometimes fully appreciated. They are not as
outgoing and talkative as the Providers, except with close friends and
relatives. With these they can chat tirelessly about the ups and downs
in their lives, moving (like all the Guardians) from topic to topic as
they talk over their everyday concerns. However, their shyness with
strangers is often misjudged as stiffness, even coldness, when in truth
these Protectors are warm-hearted and sympathetic, giving happily of
themselves to those in need. (ahem-ahem. I find this to be true. hehe)

Their quietness ought really to be
seen as an expression, not of coldness, but of their sincerity and
seriousness of purpose. Like all the Guardians, Protectors have a
highly developed puritan work ethic, which tells them that work is
good, and that play must be earned-if indulged in at all. The least
hedonic of all types, Protectors are willing to work long, long hours
doing all the thankless jobs the other types seem content to ignore. Thoroughness and frugality are also virtues for Protectors. When they
undertake a task, they will complete it if at all humanly possible; and
they know the value of material resources and abhor the squandering or
misuse of these resources. Protectors are quite content to work alone;
indeed, they may experience some discomfort when placed in positions of
authority, and may try to do everything themselves rather than insist
that others do their jobs.

With their extraordinary commitment
to security, and with their unusual talent for executing routines,
Protectors do well in many careers that have to do with conservation:
curators, private secretaries, librarians, middle-managers, police
officers, and especially general medical practitioners. (sabi ko na nga ba dapat nag-police ako eh) To be sure, the
hospital is a natural haven for them; it is home to the family doctor,
preserver of life and limb, and to the registered nurse, or licensed
practical nurse, truly the angels of mercy. The insurance industry is
also a good fit for Protectors. To save, to put something aside against
an unpredictable future, to prepare for emergencies-these are important
actions to Protectors, who as insurance agents want to see their
clients in good hands, sheltered and protected. (insurance, anyone?)

From the introduction of "The Monster Hunter’s Handbook: The Ultimate Guide to Saving Mankind from Vampires, Zombies, Hellhounds and other Mythical Beasts":

Even if you don’t plan to go seeking for monsters, there is no guarantee that a monster will not come seeking for you.

I don’t know a thing about Ted’s life, except for the fact that he married Sylvia and some people blame him for HER death. What I do know is that I like "The Thought-Fox." Anyway, I bought his poetry collection from Powerbooks yesterday and I’m beginning to like his other works.  "The Woman with such high heels she looked dangerous" and "The Drowned Woman" are favorites, so far. 

"A great restaurant is always happy to see you, never making you sorry you stepped through the front door.

That’s one of my definitions of greatness. You might think the menu
has to be in French or the chef has to be on television. That’s not
important to me.

A great restaurant must be great for at least a decade. Less, and
it’s merely dishing up tasty food. You might think a great restaurant
is one that challenges you. I think the eating should be easy."

That’s Allan Richman of GQ talking.  And what he says about food is also true about writing. Words, thoughts–simple and direct–are harder to put down.  But when one successfully achieves it, it is, as Richman says, "easy."

Read this:

http://dilbertblog.typepad.com/the_dilbert_blog/2007/09/gifted-or-defec.html

1. I sneeze like crazy in the morning.
2. I don’t like melodramas (although Terms of Endearment was a favorite when I was younger).
3. I don’t like people giving me unsolicited advice. Just listen to me whine. When I ask you what I should do, that’s when you tell me.
4. I don’t like mushy songs.
5. I feel like a character out of a Thomas Hardy novel sometimes.
6. I feel like a character out of Henry James novel most of the time.
7. I pity Britney Spears.
8. I hate Fergie!
9. I drink not because I like getting drunk, but because I want to be numbed.
10. I wanted to be a sports writer.

Poems by Anne Sexton

The Fury of Sunsets

Something cold is in the air, an aura of ice and phlegm. All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it. The horizon bleeds and sucks its thumb. The little red thumb goes out of sight. And I wonder about this lifetime with myself, this dream I'm living. I could eat the sky like an apple but I'd rather ask the first star: why am I here? why do I live in this house? who's responsible? eh?

The Fury of Rainstorms

The rain drums down like red ants, each bouncing off my window. The ants are in great pain and they cry out as they hit as if their little legs were only stitche don and their heads pasted. And oh they bring to mind the grave, so humble, so willing to be beat upon with its awful lettering and the body lying underneath without an umbrella. Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

The Fury of God's Goodbye

One day He tipped His top hat and walked out of the room, ending the argument. He stomped off saying: I don't give guarantees. I was left quite alone using up the darkness I rolled up my sweater, up in a ball, and took it to bed with me, a kind of stand-in for God, that washerwoman who walks out when you're clean but not ironed. When I woke up the sweater had turned to bricks of gold. I'd won the world but like a forsaken explorer, I'd lost my map.

But there might be and I’m not watching it.  I could only count three scenes I liked in "Pirates of the Carribean" and they include:

1. Johnny Depp going through a multiple personality disorder.  Great scene to show off the versatility of his thespic skills.
2. Geoffrey Rush pulling out his telescope and Johnny doing the same.  It was so phallic.
3. Keith Richard appearing in that Fellowship of the Ring-ish scene near near near the end (oh, the movie would just never end!). He was scary and beautiful at the same time.

As to the story…oh, was there a story? There might be a sequel, though.

ni Jose F. Lacaba

Mabuhay ka, kaibigan!

Mabuhay ka, kaibigan.
Mabuhay ka.

Either to die the death or to abjure
For ever the society of men.
Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires;
Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
Whether, if you yield not to your father’s choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be in shady cloister mew’d,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice-blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distill’d,
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives and dies in single blessedness.

– Theseus to Hermia, "A Midsummer Night’s Dream", William Shakespeare