rough drafts

(Sorry for my lame titles, I’m totally out of creative juices now.)

Ayala was annoyingly packed with people today because of their 15th Anniversary sale. I apologize for sounding old and writing down my reminiscence of the years that were but I just couldn’t help it.

So I was still 10 when they put up Ayala Center here in Cebu. I guess I was about that age as well when they put up Gaisano City in CDO (this is just an estimate, I can remember I was still very young during that time but I forget how young I was then). My neighbors were pretty psyched about being able to use the escalator and they were raving about it when they got to their house and we never grew tired of listening to them because it sounded pretty enthusing then.Their palpable excitement could run at par with that of taking the Space Shuttle ride at Enchanted Kingdom. We were pretty easy to please then and I could not wait for my turn to use the escalator. The elevator was also very foreign to me before. I remember the number of trips we took from the ground floor to the Nth floor and back of VIP Hotel where my aunts from Manila/US came to stay for a few days. Now it’s just an everyday thing. Actually, it’s now something I’d rather not have because I hate waiting and I’m so happy that we’re now situated at the ground floor.

And then we grew up a bit and then the cellphone rave started. The first cellphone models were still bulky and if you left such on a table now, no one would bother to pick them up because they’re just not as convenient and hi-tech as they used to be. The first ones to own cellphones in my school became popular because these were still unreasonably expensive then. I remember how thrilled I got when we had our first family cellphone. I switched logos from time to time, not minding the P10-P15 charge. We also customized our ringtones and tried our damnest to compose our favorite songs so we won’t have to download and get charged. Now, you hardly hear such ringtones. I lost track of all the models that they now have in the stores because there’s just too many.

Now netbooks are trendy because you can already access the internet in a lot of locations. Back then, we had to pay the internet cafe a whopping P60 for an hour’s worth of fun/research. Now we already have booths where you’ll just have to pay a few pesos for 3 minutes’ worth of cool.

I am looking forward to more advancement. It’s just pretty fun recalling those days where one quick escalator ride towards the second floor actually went a long way.

Sunday is Gloomy,
My hours are slumberless,
Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless
Little white flowers will never awaken you

Darling I hope that my dream never haunted you
My heart is telling you how much I wanted you
Gloomy Sunday

A colleague told me that the stories about people listening to this song and committing suicide thereafter were just myths. I don’t really know and I don’t care. I just thought of listening to it today, but I chose Sarah Mclachlan’s version over Deanda’s because the latter’s makes my skin crawl everytime (Kirk plays it to scare the shite out of me and I hate it). I never really came across the complete lyrics so there you go. I don’t like Death so much yet, I won’t welcome it just yet. There’s just so much to live for.

I haven’t been emo lately. I’m no emo freak or anything but so far so good, life’s been pretty awesome and opportunities just kept coming in. I don’t know what I want to do first right now because all these opportunities have just presented themselves to me like magic. I want to travel and take the killer coaster ride in Sunway Lagoon in Kuala Lumpur because it’s something I can already afford at this point. I wanna hit the beach and that’s where we’re headed off this first week of December. I want to go back to school and take IT education more seriously so Kirk and I are planning to go back to school and study together and get our diplomas - which means less overnight stays at Lauden’s house :’( I also want career advancement but I couldn’t decide towards where I’d like to veer such progress. I decided I wanted to be an RS (I think my heart’s been battered and bruised enough by stress that I’ve already grown numb.) It’s not a bad thing, I think. I badly needed such desensitization because I have such a soft heart that I’d end up passing people if they told me they needed money, or that they sold their cow and chicken just to get to Cebu to apply for Convergys. I also want to become a trainer because I love the everyday interaction present there. I love the pay as heck as well. I also want to go back to writing and work freelance to earn extra bucks. I’m gonna need those Gs when I travel. And my English grammar and syntax desperately need a lot of tweaking already (oh no!). I also want to learn to cook, like study it rather than just watching Q TV or watching Mommy Bim cook or asking my mom for recipies through text. I also want to be a member of some civic organization. hmmm, let me see what else… I want to own a car already, I’m beginning to see how I can end up with one in a year or two… but then again, gas prices are starting to skyrocket again so this might not be very practical. And I also want to buy a lot. Carla and Jassie both introduced this notion and I’d have to agree that this is a really good investment because it’s the one asset that will never depreciate. Geez, there’s a lot I want in life right now. Don’t ask me for my order of priorities because I want everything altogether. Why not? If you want something so bad, the whole universe will conspire to let you have it anyway, right?

Never thought I’d miss the sun so bad. But after 6 days of incarceration, I’ve sworn off junk food overload forever and I promised to appreciate the sun no matter how scorching it grew sometimes.

Fun (or something that resembled it) was restricted within the confines of my room at Cebu Doc for 6 days, further restricted by tube I had in my left hand, further restricted by occasional fevers and chills and other discomfort. I only had Discovery Channel and National Geographic to keep me sane the rest of the day while waiting for company at night. I guess you can pretty much imagine the blast I had during my supposed break.Eventhough these weren’t the best days I’ve had, I chalked everything off to a learning experience and a break that I badly needed.

At least now I learned to value and eat vegetables. I also drink 2 liters of water everyday now. Kirk’s pretty adamant about me cutting off on my soda intake so I’m starting to say goodbye to Coke and Pepsi - an effort which I know my colleagues will support because Lolo will be cutting off on his Coke fixation as well because he’s gonna go on diet. Same goes with Inday who needs to give her hyper acidic stomach the recuperation it needs. Lauden loves juice. So I guess when I get back to work tomorrow, we’re gonna be striving health buffs buried with papers and deaf with boisterous chitchats and laughter.

It was the first time I enjoyed walking under the scorching heat of the sun down the Cebu lanes. It was a h3ll lot better than being bound inside my gloomy hospital room. I would love to leave work behind but I realized I could not live without it after all. I know I whine a lot about the abnormal work load I have, but I think it’s better than being a couch potato with nothing to do at all. I love the company at work and it’s the thing I missed most during my 6 day break, I think.Can’t wait to work again tomorrow!

tired but happy weeeeeeee

We made it happen, yey! We flew to Neverland.

We’re never too young to have fun. At the end of a tumultuous day or week, Kirk and I strive to have fun. Whether it be cheap but worthwhile thrills such as walking long distances, or playing Rock Band, to not so cheap thrills such as flying off to Enchanted Kingdom and shopping thereafter. (There were supposed to be 9 of us going there but in the end, only the four of us prevailed haha. In short, Indian among friends grrrrr hahaha).

It was amazing to scream that long and that frequently  - felt like I expelled all negative energy from inside. We were just screaming our lungs out when we took those fun rides. We got scared, tired, and very wet but it was all such an amazing experience. We went shopping the day after. Well, not after some guy from the hotel asked to have his picture taken with Kirk. “Wala ba kayong gig, sir?” he asked. Inday, Marz, and I were just laughing outside. They probably thought he was Jay Contreras of Kamikazee or something ahaha.

One time, I was close to getting burned out at work and Kirk took me to the beach and I really appreciated that. I didn’t realize I was in bad need of a break. It was a good thing that he noticed so he set those plans up. Even if we only spent a few hours there, the trip allowed me some fresh air and that did wonders. So don’t quit your jobs just yet. Hit the beach!

I think it’s important to really spend time to chill and break away from routine. Routine drives me crazy. To break away from habit, we went out to Casa Verde in Ayala and ordered the largest burger in town. It wasn’t as tasty as Flame It or Brother’s Burger. But the presentation was spectacular. We had a lot of heads turning. The burger was HUGE! We thought we could finish the whole thing though, me having a really voracious appetite, and him being my second. We tried to really finish the whole thing but we were close to puking already so we stopped, hehe. Kirk suggested that we go out and dine once in a while just to break the habit of eating within our tight budget. It was refreshing.

Last night, I partied with my Recruitment Family. It’s been a long time since I’ve spent the night with them. It was a blast coz everyone got crazy haha. (I wish Josh would post the pix already! hehe)  It’s a must to have fun and I’m looking forward to more and more trips and parties, yey! Life is meant to be big fun after all.

Here’s a new perspective: Live backwards. I think it’s funky.

Like old folks, we may start out at that stage where we’d need a lot of help and a lot of love from people. Like our grandparents who have gone through a lot in life already, we’d be very appreciative of the people around us and the world in turn would be loving us right back.

After that stage, we move on to search for stability. In this stage we’d be very serious, very dedicated, very committed because our safety needs just have to be satisfied. It’s okay to be sleepless for a few years. We just need to secure a solid life insurance, great health benefits, and a fat savings account.

Now that we have achieved such stability, we may move on and work on establishing a name for ourselves. It would be nice to have a successful career. It’s okay to enjoy working. But we are fully aware that we do not need to work our ends off, we already got plenty of money. It wouldn’t hurt to buy a new house and a new car, though.

Now that we have earned our house and car, it’s time to party and realize that there are interesting species of the opposite sex. We won’t have a problem dating, or getting serious, or getting married even. We already got our own house, car, and human inventions that make life very comfortable. Plus, we’re already wise and mature people. We already know ourselves and we know how to live independently. No need to ask for space to find oneself.

The relationships flourish because on top of being successful, we don’t forget to have fun. And each day as we live backward, we find new ways to enjoy life and we party harder and harder every day. No arguments about money management, no worries about house or car loans, no conflicts about you spending too much time at work trying to earn more out of OT. Our basic priority is enjoying the relationship and having fun, like teenagers do. We can start sleeping a bit more this time.

Now moving further backward, we seem to have covered everything. And we’ll just spend the rest of our energy playing, just like kids do. No time for worries. We just have to sleep long hours and wake up to play. We need to play and make sure we live a fun life.

I just don’t like living it the other way around:  the older I get, the less energy and time I’ll have left for the people and things that I value the most. The less fun life becomes. The more wrinkles I end up with. The more conflicts I encounter. The more I allow stagnation and frustration to seep in. The less sleep I get. I’ll sleep more tonight, dream more tonight, and tomorrow I will play.

kristine eve + kirk

Tears of joy. Laugh lines. Crazy dances. Eyes turning to slits. Little banters. Inexpensive roadtrips. Travel times. Hugs and kisses. Hungarian sausage sandwiches paired with Quickly. Yum! Starfish on the seashore. Beach trips. Sun. Sky. Family. Comfort. Worthy sacrifices. Friends. Fidelity. Little surprises. Ice cream. Fashion. Rooftop conversations. Heavy drama. Music. Happiness. Flame on a Zippo. Servitude. Food trip. Fear of losing one another. joy of being together. Support. Hanging out. Respect. Massage at the end of a tiresome day. Mutual interest, mutual liking, mutual feelings. Commitment. Understanding. Games. One. Cosmic connection. Stars. Energy. Appreciation. Romance. Hands clasped so tight. Eyes closed. The Promise. Life. Love. Never let go.

It’s just crazy because the first week, Lauden cried. The following week was my turn. After that came Inday. It’s not necessarily in that same order everytime but many times did we three breakdown for different reasons. I hate the fact that I have to be responsible for the consequences of my actions but it’s a fact that I can’t escape. It’s just very comforting to know that we’re never alone and that people go through the same hell as me so we just have to stick together and stand up for one another.

I owe these two ladies a great deal because they have kept me sane during those pathetic times when my hormones got the best of me. Many times did we tell each other that we were gonna quit, that we were gonna drop things off, but we ended up growing stronger and wiser together and it’s such a nice realization that we can actually take on these colossal challenges and live to tell a tale.

I am now psyched to take on new things. I haven’t had a full weekend break, I spend most of my hours at the office but I’m not upset this time. Today I spent 11 long hours there but it’s surprisingly okay. It’s probably because I am now getting the hang of it (which is supposed to be tragic… weekends and holidays are supposed to be fun!). I guess I’ve learned not to get too comfortable with comfort because its what makes a person unproductive, in a way. My ambitions have now sprung back to life and I like it.

Okay, so here’s my newfound order of priorities:

God - yes, I’ve gone back to praying everyday!

family - inspiration behind all my hardwork

relationships (with kirk and with my friends) - they help me survive it all

career - i just could not put this on top for some reason, but hey it gets most of my attention nevertheless.

PASSION is my favorite word in the dictionary.

I pledge to push myself to overdrive this time around, to step out of my comfort zone and embrace the world and everything that it has to offer. It sucks to settle for something mundane, something safe, something that does not allow you to grow. Something temporal.

I have been through hell and back and I’m still alive and kicking a$$ \m/.

It’s something that I’m ultimately proud of. This year I learned to value sacrifice. I’ve learned to love it and embrace it everyday, as I realized that I can’t have everything perfect. You gain some, you lose some. And instead of dwelling on my losses, I’ve learned to focus and revel on my gains.

I have been pushed against the wall a lot of times and it’s such a liberating feeling to know that I have become strong enough to overcome those tumultuous times when I could have easily given up. I love the fact that I am living my life with such passion, and I know that I have not wasted any minute of it.

I will live with reckless abandon, knowing that Someone is looking out for me. It’s been twenty four years and I’m still okay. I’m still looking forward to waking up everyday. I will not be ashamed and I will not hesitate to consume everything that the universe has to offer with such overwhelming voracity.

I will feel every moment and savor it to the last drop. I will deify every feeling in all its delicate intricacies with the prodigious musing that my heart beats. I will love with all that I have and with all that I am. And I will live. Yes, it’s very important that I live.

I will not fear anymore.

-kristine eve bacarrisas

Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wondering heart.

Not because of who I am.
But because of what you’ve done.
Not because of what I’ve done.
But because of who you are.

Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I’m calling,
Lord you catch me when I’m falling,
And you told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.

Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again
Who am I?
That the voice that calm the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.

Not because of who I am.
But because what of youve done.
Not because of what I’ve done.
But because of who you are.

Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I’m calling,
Lord you catch me when I’m falling,
And you told me who I am.
I am yours.

Not because of who I am.
But because of what you’ve done.
Not because of what I’ve done.
But because of who you are.

Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow.
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I’m calling,
Lord you catch me when I’m falling,
You told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.

Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
‘Cuz I am yours.
I am yours.

This song keeps me strong all the time.

so this is how it feels to float

to let go

and obliterate

what once held us bound

i’m not sure if it’s good or bad

i’m just outside the limbo now

she has monsters

creeping in her head

when she’s asleep at night

they eat at the present and the beautiful memories

and they make her forget

they drill holes at the wholes she took forever to build

they consume the love, their favorite meal

and give room for doubts and questions

and paranoia sets in like the single drop of blood that makes the water lose all clarity

and pour a heap of sand on the bonfires and they soon fizzled out

and she feels cold as the hands that she used to hold

and they tame all frenzied emotions until the world finally stops

and all that’s left is the carcass of what beauty once was

More people = more love

The more I get passed on tothe next person to love me,

The more I long for the person who gave me away

And
The more broken I feel

more people +more love = more rejection

don’t pass me on… i wanna stay

* teehee ganahan man gud ko’s picture*

ah deym! i can’t see some of my friends’ pix here on friendster! i guess photo grabbing and psycho-stalking will have to wait for now. sigh!

and thus concludes another mind-boggling conversation with Jouie. in our pathetic attempt to make sense of the world, we normally spend a great deal of time dissecting crazy thoughts, only to end up getting more confused than ever. hahaha… but anyway the conversation we had was pretty interesting. to me anyway. articulating what bits and pieces you have in the deep crevices of your head is supposed to help clear all the annoying confusion you may have in there. for some weird reasons, though, we usually just end up asking even more questions at the end of what’s supposed to be an elightening exchange of wits.

smokescreen.

it sure is comforting to know that people cannot read our thoughts so that no matter how insinuating our actions may be, one just has to hesitate before jumping to conclusions. ego has its part, too, and that fear of rejection that forces us to really think for a long time before doing something or asking something that may end up to be humiliating or truly damaging. and so we end up cracking jokes, or something subtle, hoping to drive the nail without cracking the wood.

jokes.

they’re supposed to be half meant. whatever happened to “nothing ventured, nothing gained?” well, that paralyzing fear of receiving an unanticipated response, an unpleasant reaction, or mere nonchalance simply gets in the way of that. so if someone says “i love you” and laughs, then it’s only gonna be just that, just some joke until serious confirmation is spelled out. and until that affirmation is sent across, one or both persons will stay up late wondering if it meant something or if it was just some joke and nothing more. so what can one make out of a really dull statement dripping with romantic overtones? NOTHING. it thus becomes easier for one to just look to the heavens for answers rather than asking for concrete answers from the person involved. it’s agonizing! and the laughter from that half meant joke dies when realization steps in, and realizations usually come in too late. and the regret that goes along with it becomes that unanticipated punchline.

depensa.

for our own sakes, we walk in smokescreens. but when everybody does that, then it’s kind of hard to decipher things. we wear masks, and so does everybody. wouldn’t it be more convenient if we took them off and just be ourselves? then again, it’s so much easier said than done. so we end up doing something else, out of defense mechanism, not realizing that we could just be digging our own graves by doing that, by playing too safe. our defenses don’t catalyze the fulfillment of something that could have been monumental; rather it ends up ruining these moments even before they could start. i wish we didn’t have to walk on thin ice all the time.

smokescreens give us a false sense of security. bullets still can get through its dense haze.

Signal fire - snow patrol

The perfect words never crossed my mind,
’cause there was nothing in there but you,
I felt every ounce of me screaming out,
But the sound was trapped deep in me,
All I wanted just sped right past me,
While I was rooted fast to the earth,
I could be stuck here for a thousand years,
Without your arms to drag me out,

There you are standing right in front of me (x2)
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety

No I won’t wait forever(2x)

In the confusion and the aftermath,
You are my signal fire,
The only resolution and the only joy,
Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes,

There you are standing right in front of me (x2)
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety,

There you are standing right in front of me (x2)
All this fear falls away to leave me naked,
Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety,

No I won’t wait forever(x3)

–> this picture is supposed to be animated so just click on it to check it out.

i think it would be awesome to have somebody to dance with. no, not just on the dance floor or anything like that. i mean having a partner in life, someone who would be able to dance to your music and someone who would guide you through new steps. and it would look as fabulous and romantic as this animated gif. i’m thinking that the image just looks romantic because of the huge moon on the backdrop. but i guess in real life it’s a thousandfolds better. when i think of soulmates, this picture pops up immediately.

buning’s message has been on my phone for 4 years already and i’d like to keep it for as long as i can, to remind myself that romance could essentially make me happy. as happy as she was that time. as happy as she is right now. she told me that it’s not really as magical as what we see on TV, but the fact that it’s real makes it so magical. she and tantan may very well be those two persons dancing in the picture above because they’re still together and are very happy with each other. they met, they became friends. they’ve taken the step and held things together.

i had a conversation with an old friend a couple of weeks ago and he was quite frustrated about his life, and he seemed to convey that he wanted or needed a girl to help him find himself. he was lost. he was successful, career wise but he was troubled. yes, a girl can bring color to his dull world, but the self-realization part, he’ll have to do that on his own. he was into this Jerry Mcguire notion of people completing each other, of finding that missing piece that will make him whole.

i do not agree with the premise of two people completing each other. instead i go for two people complementing each other. i have met a lot of people, single people who were either searching for their dashing knights or  were pretty contented with being alone. i would be among the latter because the more i am with people, the more alone i feel. that’s why i only got a handful of names of people i want to spend time with on my list. 

but anyway, it’s not that our standards are unreachable… they are reasonably high but definitely attainable. it’s just that i guess we want to be wiser. because we choose to get to know ourselves first before getting to know others. or maybe it’s because we go overboard and overanalyze things. so it’s either we’re being too cautious or we’re just scared sh*tless about being vulnerable. things would be a whole lot easier if we played dumb. or maybe it’s because i get bored too easily. does one really have to play dumb to have a happy ending? i mean, so what if we always put one foot on the ground?

still, i guess i could afford to be dumb for a few seconds just so i’d know how it feels to dance in the moonlight like that.

darn, that picture always has this effect on me! i hate it!

They call it the "Quarter-life Crisis."
It is when
you stop going along with the crowd and
start
realizing that there are many things
about yourself
that you didn’t know and may not like.

-clipped from yovah’s multiply blogs…

recently i had the opportunity to get to know a few daredevils. people who threw their cares out the window the moment they saw something worth the risk. or the moment they saw something fun. or something new. and that something may not even be worth the risk at all, but they took the plunge anyways.

right now i’m in a very fortunate position career wise. things are picking up, my work is great, i get to talk to real people and be friends with them at a personal level. and it feels great to be able to coach people prior to taking those baby steps that i once took which led me to where i’m at right now. when i look at them, their mixed eagerness and anxiety, i can’t help but smile because i used to feel the exact same way before. the difference now is that i can help them through it.

earlier on, we had an applicant who really cried because she badly needed the job and she didn’t really hesitate in telling us that she needed to support her family. she was a licensed nurse and the opportunity to go abroad and realize her materialistic dreams were just an arm’s length away. what moved me was when she said, in tears, that she will let that dream go and just let her siblings realize that dream for her. all she could think about was landing this job and earning for her family. so just like that, she threw her dreams away for a worthy cause.

it’s a typical scenario here in the philippines, people letting go of their dreams so others could follow their own. ironically, here i am with the opportunity to realize mine, and the sad thing is i forgot all the dreams i used to have. i don’t know. things got pretty mundane and i just got used to it. i eventually learned to embrace a dreamless life. i feel blessed and for now it’s all that counts. and that feeling of gratitude is just what gets me thru the day because if i stopped for a second and let that listless feeling take the reins, i’d go insane.

for now though i realized what counts. there’s just one thing i’d ask from santa this christmas. i want a life. it’s not fun to live one without yourself in it. like in the movie “my life without me” although not as tragic coz i’d've died halfway through it.

my trip back home has been truly defining. for the first time in a long time, i actually had fun. well, it’s always fun to be with my family and friends. i guess it was different because i found my grounds back and i realized where i wanted to be and with whom and why. i have been to the “greener pasteurs” and i realized there’s really no such thing. it’s just all mindset.

what i’m holding on to right now is that small ounce of strength to go for what i want. the universe is just there at my command so why should i let my reins over it go, right? i’m a firm believer in the laws of attraction, it’s always worked for me. that’s why i’ll put my theory to practice real soon. real soon. i want a life. and i’m going to go and get one real soon.

Your Temperament is Idealist (NF)

Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self — always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.

Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.

Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.

Idealists are rare, making up between 20 and 25 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.

http://www.advisorteam.org