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Surprisingly my second occupational category is so not me hehehehe

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Best Occupational Category

You're a CREATOR

Key Words:

Nonconforming, Impulsive, Expressive, Romantic, Intuitive, Sensitive, and Emotional

These original types place a high value on aesthetic qualities and have a great need for self-expression. They enjoy working independently, being creative, using their imagination, and constantly learning something new. Fields of interest are art, drama, music, and writing or places where they can express, assemble, or implement creative ideas.

CREATOR OCCUPATIONS
Suggested careers are Advertising Executive, Architect, Web Designer, Creative Director, Public Relations, Fine or Commercial Artist, Interior Decorator, Lawyer, Librarian, Musician, Reporter, Art Teacher, Broadcaster, Technical Writer, English Teacher, Architect, Photographer, Medical Illustrator, Corporate Trainer, Author, Editor, Landscape Architect, Exhibit Builder, and Package Designer.

CREATOR WORKPLACES
Consider workplaces where you can create and improve beauty and aesthetic qualities. Unstructured, flexible organizations that allow self-expression work best with your free-spirited nature.

Suggested Creator workplaces are advertising, public relations, and interior decorating firms; artistic studios, theaters and concert halls; institutions that teach crafts, universities, music, and dance schools. Other workplaces to consider are art institutes, museums, libraries, and galleries.

2nd Best Occupational Category

You're an ORGANIZER

Key Words:

Self-Control, Practical, Self-Contained, Orderly, Systematic, Precise, and Accurate

These conservative appearing, plotting-types enjoy organizing, data systems, accounting, detail, and accuracy. They often enjoy mathematics and data management activities such as accounting and investment management. Persistence and patience allows them to do detailed paperwork, operate office machines, write business reports, and make charts and graphs.

Until The End

Thick fog covers the pavement of a winding road. The silhouette of a young man is seen from a distance – carrying the lifeless body of a young lady in his arms. The fog clears and the lad lays the lady down on the grassy knoll. Then he speaks, “Never have I seen such a beautiful sight.” A teardrop falls on his cheek and he slowly touches her cheeks with the back of his hand feeling the coldness of death on her pale skin. He gradually moves his head forward towards hers – memorizing the contours of her face – focusing on every curve and slope. His eyes stop on her lips, unexpectedly it still has the color of blood. He gently kisses her.

The wind blows and he embraces her – her black hair flowing with the wind. He shouts her name. The thunder echoes the intensity of his longing. A raindrop falls on his now tired skin.

He brushes off the dripping hair from his eyes. The body of his beloved lay still and colder because of the rain. His hands are now trembling of grief that death brought him. In his pocket he draws out the knife that took her life – he found it in a pool of blood beside her. He looks at the bloodstain on it and firmly grabs its base. And in a split second he thrusts the knife upon his beating heart. He lets out a painful cry.

A flash of light triggers memories from him.

He was waiting for her in their usual meeting place - an oak tree in the middle of a clearing. While waiting he would mouth the words that he was about to say to her, “I have loved you, am loving you and will love you for a lifetime. Will you marry me?” He repeatedly practiced these lines as if she was there in front of him. The ring that he was giving her fell from his trousers and suddenly a strong wind blew of his hat from his head. He felt a chill run through his body An hour has passed and she still wasn’t around.

Panic started to control him. He ran towads her home. Ignoring the branches that bruised him each agitated step of the way. He tripped on a rock and fell down face down. That’s when he saw her. Bathing in her own blood.

He gently lays beside her and lets out his last breath. The rain stops and the fog begins to thicken. On the grassy knoll the lifeless bodies lay.

Wonder

Do you still care if I exist?
Slowly darkness hugs the bonds
That was created before you left.
No longer do your heart
Sing the song that's mine.
A line or two wouldn't hurt.
I still am alive.
Hoping.
Breathing.
Lonely.

My authentic japanese name is

山下 Yamashita (under the mountain) 大輝 Taiki (large radiance).

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Solitary Birthday

April 9 I turned 26...

And i have to live with that number for a year til I turn 27..

Making faces

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The Kalibo Experience

It wasn't really a nice day to take pictures, the sun was blocked by a thick layer of rain clouds. I had my FILM Canon SLR with me and i started the clicking frenzy. I finished 2 rolls and I wanted more but it was expensive now to be using Film. But still I prefer it than digital. Though now having a Digital SLR is very economical than film, in my opinion, the experience is different. I remember my professor in Fine Arts telling us that the Digital Camera is not a substitute for film nor it is an evolution of the camera, It is just another medium. That's why until now I value my FILM SLR camera I know in time it will be more expensive to use but still i can take great pictures with it. It still has that "imperfectness" compared to the pixel-perfect Digital SLR.

The Road Rising

Back to my father's roots I'll go

With the lens as my eye.

Tomorrow we'll come and conquer

The sunshine-filled streets

Of a place vaguely etched on my memories.

The Past Revisited

I met my Archi friends again last night in tagaytay. One of our dear friend got married and despite the fog and the rain everything went perfectly still.

Memories flooded in my head each moment i recall in detail. how i wish i was the way i used to be that time. how i wish that i was the better person i was.

All is quite different now. I sometimes ignore time and how it affects the people around me. Decisions are not as important as they were before. Each step is as slow as sinking in quick sand.

I just realized that I've been denying myself the privelage to be happy in my life. I should always feel focused and my so-called divertions are actually the things that matter -- they're my life.

Tomorrow I will wake up with a new bright face. Hope is my shadow and dreams will keep me safe from harm.

Each movement will hurt but it will be worth it.