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I recently came across an article which describes several types of people according to their preferences and views of things. It’s called the Myers-Briggs personality type pairing and it seeks to find which types of people may be attracted or compatible to which types of personality and vice versa.

The basic premise of the pairings is that besides the common things that attracts us to each other like physical traits, race, religion, educational level, and age among other things, there is also this powerful aspect of attraction that makes relationships last longer. It is the attraction of two human beings that is based on personality types.

Personality type dictates what a person would generally do in any given situation, at any given place and at all times. It is their core beliefs and tendencies which enable them to respond to any stimulus from the outside world in their own way, detached from what others may think and may or may not conform to the norm.

Two such examples of partnership between personality types are the INFJ relationship and the INFP relationships. INFJ (introversion, intuition, feeling, judging) people are typically caring and sensitive kinds of partners who gives their all to show what they feel to the ones they love. Although they may tend to be sort of a general perfectionist, they are very sincere to a fault and very dedicated to do everything possible, to keep the relationship going.

INFP (introversion, intuition, feeling, perception) people on the other hand are the dreamers and the idealist who are driven with a strong sense of good and bad. They always try to find the meaning of things and love their partners unconditionally, just not conventionally as they always seem to do things imaginatively and indirectly. INFP’s are generally a people’s kind of person but may not look it, as they always keep their thoughts to themselves.

So what does this really mean for us lowly mortals, who generally just dive into the next relationship available to us and don’t really know if it will be good or bad for us? Well, I don’t really know either and your guess is as good as mine. Last I heard relationships were undecipherable things on what really makes it work. And every people entering it are at the mercy of the fates that we generally have no control of whatsoever.

I may be biased about it, probably because I have been a victim of sorts with regards to this relationship thing. Maybe I should really learn about this personality type pairing thing so that I would have a fair chance of landing my fair lady sometime soon. Nah, I think this is just another way to muddle things up. When you’re in a relationship, you really don’t have time to think about these things right? Maybe in the beginning yes, but when you’re already knee deep in one, you just sort of wing it from there or something. It does take a great amount of effort and dedication to make one work out. But I think it’s eventually still up to the fates to decide.


My Cat

For lack of better things to do let’s talk about cats today, cats and everything about them that I can think of. Now that can be a hard thing depending on which side of the fence you are in right now. Cats, you either love them or hate them, there is no in between, there is no gray area, only black and white. Me? I think I can consider myself on the right side of the force this time, and to quote a famous Yoda saying which can also be translated with people’s love for cats or the lack thereof, “Do or do not, there is no try”.

So what is it about cats that polarize people into either loving them to bits, or hating them to the point of ridiculousness? Maybe it has got something to do with the cat’s penchant of being aloof, of not minding anything at all besides itself, even to its owners who does not seem to mind and still love them. I still love them, even if it takes countless hours of petting and a box full of their favorite food just to get their attention.

I don’t know, maybe it’s their let go attitude that attracts me to them. They’re just there in the corner, accompanying me when I’m doing my work, not bothering or anything, they are just there, like the lamp or the unmoving cabinet. It somehow assures me that I’m not alone and that there’s someone there with me. Sometimes I get a bonus and she will sit on my lap for lack of better things to do. Sometimes she gets between my legs and purrs herself to sleep. It’s the little things like that which I like most.

I would have gotten my hands on a new cat if not for the strange emotional parting I suffered with the old one. Her name was Chelsea and she was with me for five years before her untimely demise. I got her, or she got me actually, already full grown. She had the gall to scratch on my workroom window in our house while I was there doing my work, maybe the cold was strong enough to drive her into doing such “uncatly” thing. I eventually relented and let her in and that started our relationship.

Five years with nary an eventful time to speak of, she is just there in the corner, watching me intently or something. Sometimes I think that she is only resting her tired old body from years of straying, which would’ve been a really hard thing even to cats. Maybe she is sick with something. Roundworms in cats are typical to strays like her who have no access to any healthcare.

She is listless most of the time, maybe because she is fat or just plain old. I’ve heard that pancreatitis in cats is the leading cause of death in cats. Maybe she had it as I have noticed something different with her during her last days with me. She rarely ate and her breathing was fast and hard, she was lethargic and was also looking dehydrated, all classic signs of pancreatitis. I would’ve helped her if I knew she was sick but she didn’t come home the next day. I kept waiting for a week but still no cat to be heard of. Typical of her that even in death, she chose not to be bothered.


Leaky Gut Syndrome

Last week I had red bumps all over my body for three straight days, not only that, it was also accompanied by constant sneezing. It was an event which really freaked me out totally and you would freak out too if you happen to see me during those days. They are no ordinary bumps and they were more close to welts than bumps really, as they are elongated red swellings, the kind you might have when you got yourself whipped or something.

It came from out of nowhere and I just noticed them when I scratched on my forearm as it felt somewhat itchy. After some vigorous scratching, the kind I always do the first time something itches so that it won’t anymore, I continued with my work. My attention was veritably glued to the computer monitor as the job at hand was sort of intricate that I didn’t notice that my whole arm was already covered with red blotches, not only my arms but my body as well.

I can’t remember what caused it and I was never allergic to anything before this episode. I pride myself on being made of sturdy stuff and am resistant to most any common diseases, but it seems that isn’t true anymore. I woke up, readied myself for work, drank coffee and toast, came to the office, worked hard, ate only corn during lunch as the work I’m doing needed almost all my attention, finished the item, rested a little while reviewing the finished animation and now this. What? Am I allergic to corn now? Are these things supposed to be some kind of corn allergy symptoms? I can’t remember for the life of me, me being allergic to corn, ever in my entire life.

The explanation coming from the doctor was somewhat vague to me, probably because it is only now that I’ve heard of this thing or maybe I was in denial or something, but in gist, he said that what was happening to me was in fact “leaky gut syndrome”.

He said that I somehow disrupted the balance of beneficial bacteria in my digestive tract, of all places why there I thought. He added that it is usually caused by someone being on birth control pills, taken antibiotics for a time, or has been habitually eating processed foods. Well I’m not on the pill or been taking antibiotics, so maybe it’s the third I am guilty of.

The doctor explained that when there is no balance in the digestive tract, yeast begins to grow unabated, which thereby undermines the immune system that has the digestive system as its base. The yeast outbreak eventually creates perforations in the intestines allowing yeast and some other forms of toxins to get into the bloodstream, thereby starting allergic reactions, some, even to substances that you once weren’t allergic to before.

Maybe some weird form of yeast allergy or something and the doctor told me to lay off processed foods for a while or risk compromising my immune system further. I think I’m sort of very inclined to follow his advice this time.


Warning Signs that you Should Not Take for Granted

Sitting down for long periods of time is dangerous to your health. Besides pooling the fats into your waistline adding unwanted girth to it, studies say that sitting down indefinitely are being linked to lower levels of good cholesterol as well as slower metabolic functions and susceptibility to infections and swelling. We all know that all these items are related to, and eventually lead to certain poor health in general and heart problems in particular.

Having a job that requires you to be seated most, if not all, of the time, I think is more hazardous than having a job that sees you standing regularly. When you are sitting for long periods of time, you are prone to several kinds of situational illnesses that even if you are just there, doing nothing in particular, it will happen to you.

I’m not telling you these things just because of a whim or something trivial in nature. I’m telling you this as a warning of sorts. You see I have a friend who is also into animations and films, who also recently experienced his third heart attack in as many years. Good thing for him as the two previous ones were of the mild variety, leaving him virtually untouched save for some minor inconveniences like the on again and off again pain in right arm and the bouts of forgetfulness that sometimes takes the better of him, but the third one really got him good as it left the right side of his body paralyzed. Now he can’t really do the things he used to do, least of all doing animation which was also his life’s passion.

Last time I talked with him, he kept complaining of his numbness in left arm problem and how it makes it difficult to do his job properly. It usually requires precision movements among his two hands and arms just to do a frame of animation, what more an entire feature film of it, he really had a hard time with that. I suggested he lay low for a while and rest, but his gung-ho attitude to his work really made that impossible. His diet also didn’t help.

Numbness in the left arm usually signals irritation, damage or compression of nerves most likely in the vertebrae located in the neck area, but in his case, it can also be a sign of latent heart problems, as what we had found out later. He said that it started as a little numbness in the left arm which kind of radiated up until his elbow; he felt no pain in his heart only a feeling of great pressure in the middle part of his chest, he felt labored in his breathing and the next thing he knew, he was already lying in a hospital bed.

It’s his third time with that so probably he’ll take much better care of himself right now. He will always be reminded of that once he looks at his limp left arm hanging taut beside him.


Smoking Kills

I have been trying mightily hard to convince my friend to finally quit his smoking addiction. I keep telling him that smoking is really bad for his health and although he knows it, he seems incapable of stopping. Either he does not really want to stop or smoking has finally gotten control over him. He said that he already tried it many times but ultimately failed in each and every one of them. He said that every time he tried to quit, things just seem to always push him towards smoking again, be it seeing an ashtray or a cigarette lighter lying around, it never fails to remind him of the kind of rush and feeling that only smoking cigarettes can brings to him.

I have enumerated to him all the disadvantages of being a smoker. From all the sickness that he is bound to get, to the little things like how much he can save if he’s not buying cigarettes, or the effects of secondhand smoke to his family, especially his children who are still little. Never mind him being a bad example to his young ones who might think that smoking is good just because dad does it or something like that, yet he still persist on his ways. Maybe smoking is really that addictive that he sacrifices all of these things for a puff of smoke.

Imagine the surprise I got last week when we met during a meeting for an animation project for which we are both contributors. I didn’t notice it immediately, not until we had a chance to talk after a brief break in the middle of the presentation. He always smoked outside during these intermissions, but today I was glad he didn’t. I teased him about it and asked of when did he finally quit, and what made him do it.

He said his doctor one day gave him a choice between bronchitis vs. pneumonia, after he consulted with the doctor with regards to his chronic cough, which doesn’t seem to stop with whatever medicine he takes for it. The doctor then stern-faced said to him that he has the former of the two, and although it’s still mild in form, also based of his lab tests and x-rays, might eventually get chronic if he still doesn’t kick his habit immediately.

Thinking about his family and their future together, he got really scared and finally decided to quit altogether. He said it was apocalyptically hard the first couple of days and he almost went mad from quitting. Sleeping offered no solace as his dreams were always about smoking and stuff and his terrible coughing did not help either. But he did manage to quit eventually with the help of his family, particularly his wife who was the strong one, during his down days.

Now, a couple of months since he last smoked, he looks like a changed man. He even gained a lot of weight from what he says is him recovering his sense of taste back. His bronchitis seems to have receded from what he says as alternative bronchitis remedies that his doctor had devised for him. Items like ginger, garlic, turmeric, eucalyptus oil, salt water and honey to name a few, are always given a slot in every meal and its working great for him. He says that he has no trouble breathing now and that his cough has also vanished.

I congratulated him for his momentous choice and it is also such good feeling, knowing that he finally realized the error of his ways. I just hope other smokers realize the many mistakes that they are making right now, hopefully before it’s too late.


Be Careful of Itchy Scalp

My current project, which is a kind of outsourcing work form Pixar, wherein it is required of us to generate several layers of animation backgrounds for use in later films, is a very tough nut to crack. Imagine thinking of brand new sceneries never before seen in this earth, or ever for that matter, and doing not only one of them, but several, actually two dozen of them, with still more in the future if our works proved satisfactory.

It’s a very hard project with lots of man hours involved in doing it, good thing I have two partners to share it with as it would be virtually impossible to do it on my own, given the short timeframe that comes with the completion of the project. I’m also very happy that the two partners I am working with happen to be close friends in the industry. One of them was even a classmate in high-school so we go way back. It promises to be a very rewarding and fun project to make.

The rewarding part comes later when we manage to finish the whole thing, but the fun part is now, as in everyday now. You see Jim, my former classmate, is a clown to be around with, not that I’m complaining or anything, but you always tend to look forward, to what another day may bring, when he’s around. But yesterday was sort of his karma day and it was he that was the object of all the fun.

He came to the office wearing a baseball cap and that got us all curious. It was really a hot day and the air-conditioning can’t seem to keep up with the heat and stuff, so after having lunch, Jim unintentionally removed his cap, which was a really bad move on his part, as it revealed an out-break of scalp folliculitis all over his newly cleanly shaven head.

Amidst laughter, he said he got his head shaven because of the severe itching that he experienced because of it. Folliculitis is a kind of inflammatory condition of the hair follicles in the scalp region, which are usually distinguished by tiny and very itchy eruptions or pimples scattered around the area. It is commonly cause by yeast, bacteria and also mites. He said that he have been affected by it for a long time, four months to be exact and he also have the scabs on scalp to prove it. He said he can’t really resist the desire to scratch at it and stuff, and it was particularly worse during the day, as his sweat tends to irritate the pimples in his head that is also why he purposely got bald in the first place.

We said that wearing any head gear while having folliculitis, is not so good an idea as it hinders proper air circulation in the area, lengthening the time for his malady to heal. So basically, he eventually has to show the world what happened to his head or else, risk having it worsen for him. He may just have to bear and grin with it for a while.


Pimply Pregnant

Having a pregnant wife is very tiring but very fulfilling at the same time. Imagine your daily regular routine of all the things you do and then triple it, that’s how it is with me these days. But don’t get me wrong that I’m complaining or anything, in fact I’m enjoying every minute of it and wouldn’t exchange it for anything in the world. Just thinking of our long wished for baby inside her belly makes all the hardships evaporate in an instant.

In fact I’m of the thinking that things still needs a little bit of jacking up a bit, as time really go so fast and next thing we know the baby is already due, thankfully it is still a couple of months out . The room for the baby is still half finished. We haven’t bought any baby clothes yet pending the ultrasound which I and my wife are debating of whether to do it or not, with me thinking of keeping the baby’s gender a surprise and my wife rushing to know which for sure. There are still so many things to do.

I’m also worried for my wife from doing anything, what with the condition she is already in. I wouldn’t risk anything happening to her during these important days, I just want her to just rest and rest and I’ll take care of everything. Just last week she had an outbreak of pimples over her face and chest, also some in her back but it was on her chest that fell the full brunt of it. A couple of pimples under the skin on her face, which she say hurts terribly, is giving her problems as she can’t smile or frown properly because of them.

Although the occurrence of acne and pimples during pregnancy is common and to be expected, we didn’t risk any complications arising from it so I brought her to her OB, who then recommended to us a good dermatologist which can treat and explain these things to us. Thankfully, our worries were thoroughly addressed.

The doctor we visited said that indeed, having pimples are common during pregnancy. He said it was because of the excess sebum being produced by the body due to the constant fluctuation of hormones, coupled with rapid skin shedding, also attributed to hormones, which produces the condition. He added that it can’t really be avoided and all there is to do is to let it run its course.

But what I’m worried about with regards to my wife’s pimples is her tendency to always pick on them or tinker with them whenever she feels like it. Worse, her picking soon leads to eventual popping of the pimple which, heaven forbid, may lead to an infection of sorts. One thing may lead to another and we might really not know the adverse effect it may bring to her pregnancy and the baby in her womb. Anyways I’ll just have to explain to her that she has to stop with the bothering of her pimples a bit. I think she’ll understand.


Mom Visit

I had a lengthy talk with my mother the other week when she came in for a visit. We talked about old times and the many things that popped up in our minds. We talked about back home, we talked about dad, and we talked about everything. It is a good thing that we get to have this time together as I have been missing her a lot lately, and also that she is not getting any younger too, so I had to make sure we did a lot during her brief stay with us.

Mom talked about the times when she was still young and the many places she had been to. Her dad, my grandfather, was a serviceman assigned to different places during his tour of duty, which means they get to travel a lot during those days. My grandmother on the other hand was a Japanese national whom my grandfather met on his stay in Japan.

Mom told me that my grandparents met on the day where the Cherry Blossoms bloomed and immediately fell in love with each other, now how’s that for love at first sight. My mom was their eldest and was born precisely on the same day the following year that my grandparents met and knew each other. It was destiny, my mom told me.

We also talked about me and my growing up. How she had a hard time carrying me in her belly the time she was pregnant and the difficult time she had with me in childbirth, as I was a particularly large baby at almost nine pounds according to her.

newborn diarrheaHow she took care of me singlehandedly, as my father who was also a serviceman, was always away on tour most of the time. The trouble she had when I had acquired newborn diarrhea, and the happiness she felt experiencing my frequent newborn growth spurts when I was a baby.

My growing up is another topic of our conversation as she told me that I was a particularly good boy when it comes to obedience and respect. How we always played together even if she was already tired from all the housework and the chores that was needed to be done.

I had very few friends back then because of the fact that we too always moved a lot, but that didn’t stop her from becoming the best friend that I never had. I remember those times dearly, of how she went out of her way to always be there when I need something. Be both my father and mother, and also my friend every time I need one.

We talked about many more things that day and it did carry on to the next day, and the day after that, and every single day that she was here with us. We literally talked about everything under the sun, and then some. How I love those talks with my mother and I secretly hoped that it would never end. How I wished she could stay with me forever.


Me and Drawing

Ever since I was a little child I have loved drawing. I used to draw everything I can when I can get my hands on a pencil and even just a little bit of paper. I can even do it without paper also and use our walls and floors as my blank canvass to draw my masterpieces on.

There is also the problem of me getting anything I can put my hands on and try to use them to draw. Things like food, fruits, rocks, and I even used my bare hands once, according to my mother, to try and scratch an image on a wall. Let’s just say it wasn’t anymore repeated as I learned the lesson myself, and even got achy peeling fingernails in the process.

Of course my mother wouldn’t hear anything of it, but she did not scold me or anything, she even in fact, encouraged me on my whims. She just bought me loads of stuff and reams of paper just to satisfy my activities, and primarily also to get me off the walls and furniture, which were apparently very hard to clean.

I have a whole plethora of writing equipment such as crayons, pencils, pens, colored pencils, and the thick colored markers which I loved the most, because of their clearness and depth, not to mention they look so bright and cover up a large area of any paper with just a single stroke.

After the basic instruments, I graduated into much complex ones that needed much more skill to use. I began to dabble into pastel crayons, water colors, oil pastels and even poster color. The last two I began to hate early because of several mishaps that happened to me while using them.

Let’s just say I took a bath of brightly colored green poster paint while painting one day, and had trouble removing it by myself. My mother came home and saw me still covered with the green paint, that she could not help but fall down laughing. The oil on canvass was another monster entirely as I managed to get myself toppled over with the easel on top of me. I don’t know what happened and all I remembered of that day was me on the hospital emergency room with a severely sprained finger.

After much exploring and experimenting on different mediums, I eventually settled to the things I loved the most. Drawing things was really my passion and I thought I could express myself clearly just by using a simple pencil or a charcoal pencil at the most. They provided me the clarity and simplicity which I desired the most in my drawings, and I have been stuck with them ever since.

Today I usually draw on a computer with the help of a drawing pad and a stylus. It immediately conveys my figures directly to the computer and colors them at the same time, which helps greatly in my line of work. Being able to do the things you love while working is a very ideal situation for me and I am very thankful for it. Now this is what you call life!