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Bored with cyberspace, I answered a Facebook app. Well, honestly, my fancy was tickled not because I wanted to know if I’m a phlegmatic, choleric, melancholic or sanguine, but because the art was visually appealing. Haha. So two of my friends turned out to be choleric, something that I thought my result would be. But there you go, a phlegmatic. I guess way back I’m a choleric type. Stubborn. Go-getter. Leader. But maturity forced me to look deeper into myself and not just charge my way for whatever aspirations or wants that I want to grab with both hands. In turn, years saw me more relaxed, more calm, grounded, and in a way practical. I prefer to be the storyteller than to be the story. I found it more pleasing to listen than to talk (I’m just a chatter here in the sidereal space of Internet). There’s a kind of tranquility to be the big observer than the one being hugely observed. And yes, I feel more comfortable with handpicked friends than with a big group of nameless faces because I tend to be reclusive, nay hermitic. Finally, working in a newspaper taught me to be even-tempered even if the situation tends to hammer me down like hell. Working with, scratch that, interacting daily with government staff, security guards, lawyers, even justices humbled me in a way that I have a lot to learn. Some are nice and friendly right off the bat. Some are excessively snob. And for different characters, I had to shift gears, be extremely nice with the amiable ones and take an extra pound of patience with the smarty pants. Journalism has it: “Charm is the best offense.” Proven and tested. Smile is the best make-up even if inside I’m already raced to the wire or pushed to my last patient nerve. And to top it off, when deadline is approaching, and I’m rattled in digesting a 37-page motion that’s chockfull of legalese, the best thing to do is to have a quick trip to the water cooler, drink. Inhale. Exhale.

Bored with cyberspace, I answered a Facebook app. Well, honestly, my fancy was tickled not because I wanted to know if I’m a phlegmatic, choleric, melancholic or sanguine, but because the art was visually appealing. Haha. So two of my friends turned out to be choleric, something that I thought my result would be. But there you go, a phlegmatic. I guess way back I’m a choleric type. Stubborn. Go-getter. Leader. But maturity forced me to look deeper into myself and not just charge my way for whatever aspirations or wants that I want to grab with both hands. In turn, years saw me more relaxed, more calm, grounded, and in a way practical. I prefer to be the storyteller than to be the story. I found it more pleasing to listen than to talk (I’m just a chatter here in the sidereal space of Internet). There’s a kind of tranquility to be the big observer than the one being hugely observed. And yes, I feel more comfortable with handpicked friends than with a big group of nameless faces because I tend to be reclusive, nay hermitic. Finally, working in a newspaper taught me to be even-tempered even if the situation tends to hammer me down like hell. Working with, scratch that, interacting daily with government staff, security guards, lawyers, even justices humbled me in a way that I have a lot to learn. Some are nice and friendly right off the bat. Some are excessively snob. And for different characters, I had to shift gears, be extremely nice with the amiable ones and take an extra pound of patience with the smarty pants. Journalism has it: “Charm is the best offense.” Proven and tested. Smile is the best make-up even if inside I’m already raced to the wire or pushed to my last patient nerve. And to top it off, when deadline is approaching, and I’m rattled in digesting a 37-page motion that’s chockfull of legalese, the best thing to do is to have a quick trip to the water cooler, drink. Inhale. Exhale.

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