Key to Anna Gumamela’s 20-Item Personality Test
Good days will come your way; you’ll find a brighter day. All I can be and all I want to do is be the one inside the world who finds the key to you. All the promises that never quite came true, I found the way to live again when I found the key to you.
—The Key to You, David Benoit featuring David Pack
Item # 5 points 1 point
1 1 2,3,4
2 1 2,3,4
3 1 2,3,4
4 2 1,3,4
5 3 1,2,4
6 4 1,2,3
7 2 1,3,4
8 2 1,3,4
9 4 1,2,3
10 2 1,3,4
11 3 1,2,4
12 3 1,2,4
13 3 1,2,4
14 3 1,2,4
15 1 2,3,4
16 4 1,2,3
17 1 2,3,4
18 3 1,2,4
19 3 1,2,4
20 2 1,3,4
Sum up points from items 1-20 and read the interpretation.
Note: Should you feel the need to protest against my point system, or should any queries related to my personality test arise, feel free to send me a message or comment on this blog page. Be nice.
100 Brilliant. You are a manic-depressive with MPD, at the very least. Your childhood is as carefree and as rich as anyone could imagine. You ponder on the most trivial things that get on in your way, implying that you have a lot of time to spare. If I tell you that you are on the edge of the rabbit’s fur and not buried deep within it, continuously in awe of the wonders of the world and curious of seeing the one who is pulling the rabbit out of the black hat, you get what I mean without further explanation. Cheers to a good life! Let’s get on with a tea party or better yet, several rounds of Cerveza Negra or Absolut Kurant.
96 Not bad. You got a whopping 95% of the quiz properly figured out, yet you might have missed on one which may be negligible. If this miss is merely attributable to personal preferences (item #s 13, 14, 15 and 19) and not due to a lack of judgment, it simply means that your childhood is not rich enough or that your pastime is bordering on the ‘live for a moment’ scale rather than that which can be likened to permanence or longevity. A round of latte should be in order for you. However, if your miss is a number other than the items explicitly referred to above, give yourself a pat on the back.
20-92 Handy. You belong to the majority of the population, which means that you are mediocre human being living a routine life. A psychiatrist will give you no alarming findings should you decide to consult the expert. You are the type who goes on with the flow and live by the book, as you tend to follow the ‘herd’ and not stand on your own. You are very safe and organized. People belonging to the Brilliant and Not bad strata would probably envy your ordinary life and may want to switch places with you, but not for a long-term basis; yet still, they may persuade you to lose yourself and hit the bottom sometimes—for a change.
POST SCRIPT: I had a fucking hard time editing this bloody post since this friendster blog page does not support table formatting! Good god! I’m bloody late for my date!!!
Traveling and Indispensable Brain Time
Dear Anna Gumamela,
I heard from an authoritative source that you are commuting, via public transportation, your way to and fro your workplace situated in Manila and your residence in Bulacan. I wonder why entering a dormitory or boarding house has never entered your mind, or driving instead. Why is that? Just asking.
Yours in patronage of bootleg DVDs,
Name Withheld Upon Request
Dear Name Withheld Upon Request,
Your source is authoritative indeed, providing you with infallible information on how I manage my Monday to Saturday career activities. It is true; I commute my way to and fro work via public transportation, the details of which I shall not disclose for security purposes.
Most people may find commuting exhausting, but for me, it is tantamount to brain exercise and finding the meaning of my existence. You may juxtapose this claim with my write-up in our University Yearbook, Green and White 2000. Locate my write-up under the College of Business and Economics Section, surnames beginning with the letter J. (Mister Penguin is also there, under the College of Engineering Section, surnames beginning with T.)
I shall disclose how refreshing and rejuvenating an endeavor commuting becomes for me. First, let us discuss the travel time. The approximate travel time is two hours from Bulacan to Manila, multiplied by two (going to Manila and going back to Bulacan) gives me a total of four hours daily travel time, multiplied by six days, a total of twenty-four hours in a week, or 1,248 hours in a year. Let us say the travel time is reduced by 0.5 every time Mister Penguin fetches me from work. He fetches me at least twice a month, a reduction of twelve hours in a year. That gives me 1,236 hours in a year, not considering leaves for absence and other catastrophes which may hinder me from going to work. 1,236 hours in a year is what we shall call my annual disposable brain time—total time which can be allotted for doing anything that requires minimal amount of physical activity but maximum, or at least at par, brain activity.
Given the concept of the annual disposable brain time, we shall now enumerate the possible activities which can be done with that. We shall call this list the Disposable Brain Time Activity List (very creative, eh?).
- Reading
- Listening to music
- Editing written materials
- Gathering materials for blogging and/or daily journal
- Daydreaming
- Sleeping (yes, this is also a brain activity—brains on stealth mode for recharge)
- Responding to short messages of friends who are having catharses
I cannot think of other pastimes which are in line with my taste. Since Anna Gumamela loves reading (she reads an average of 1 novel/book a week), purchases original CDs that are under the 3-day or 7-day return/exchange policy if damaged at least three times a month, writes from time to time, loves to observe and constantly daydreams, has a lot of hours of sleep debt, and has a fair number of friends who are occasionally in danger zone, we shall conclude that this 1,236 annual disposable brain time is not disposable. Hence, we shall refer to it as Anna Gumamela’s Annual Indispensable Brain Time. Note that this amount of brain time can only be acquired through traveling via public transportation. Do not argue that in boarding a room, I may probably gain more indispensable brain time. It will not be the case, unless I would have to content myself with living in a virtual dump site and eating nothing for breakfast and dinner, and of course, probably, not taking a bath once in a while or neither washing my clothes nor ironing them. It takes me an eternity to finish my chores and believe me, in my standards, doing the chores poses more burdens for me than commuting every single working day. (Proof of this need not be disclosed for fear of contempt.) And, given the concept of indispensable brain time, tell me, how is it possible to drive when driving will take up all of my travel time? (Yes, driving requires brains, too. But since most drivers do not realize this while they are gripping the wheel, the number of weekly vehicular accidents will never be equal to zero.)
Well, that is of course the main reason why I will never drive or rent a room.
The minor reason is that when I am away from home, I tend to develop paranoia. I tried boarding a room way back in college. Every night, I had to call home to ask how my parents were. At times when the paranoia got worse, I left everything in the boarding house and commuted back home. During travel, heavy traffic in McArthur hi-way (not the NLEX, mind you, since I did not know where to ride then) almost always drove me crazy pondering whether a misfortune had already befallen my family causing the traffic to slow down or whether it was something else. I went nuts when I was away from my family, almost literally. I feared going home with no one to go home to except a yellow tape which said, POLICE LINE DO NOT CROSS whenever I spent the night at the dorm. It was bloody sickening. I kept saying, if I don’t go home now and my family dies a bloody death, it would be the end of me. I would rather die with them than be left alive yet alone and traumatized.
It was an outrageous way of thinking about things, I know. Up to now, I feel I would still be attacked by temporary insanity should I decide to rent a boarding house. For a twenty-eight year old adult, this would be deemed not normal by probably half of the population reading this entry.
But tell me, with the daily news bombarding us with massacres and homicides, which is really sick, my attitude or the media?
Yours in awe of the wonders of Quiapo Discotheque,
Anna Gumamela
