Shit
I don't mean a flying squat to you, do I?
How the flaming hell would you expect me to feel?
Shit. This only gives me the right to do the same to you. Except that whatever I do doesn't even matter to you, right?
... Fine.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Thursday Evening
Stuck at home again.
The very evil Mr. R struck up a conversation with me in the middle of the night yesterday. Yes Mr. R, I will heed your words!
The very evil Mr. R was also the first to msn me when I got home after work today. He asked me in a mock-surprised tone why I got home straight after work even though Lazy wasn't here.
He might not have meant anything, but it kind of struck a chord inside me. Yea, why am I coming straight home after work even though I have nothing to wait for? Even if I had, why am I waiting in the first place? Shouldn't I put my own needs and wants before his? Since he obviously does pretty much that.
Sensitive, sensitive, sensitive. That's what I am too much. Dee W says I have to learn to give and take on the emotions part.
Shit. I think too much. Maybe that's why I have so many strands of white hair.
It's been 8 days of celibacy (read: no sex) and I am going crazy! Argh! Need.... ... ..
*EDITED* By the way Mr R, you should feel very, very honoured. Lazy went through a LOT of shit from me to get me to make even the teeniest change in my blog. You didn't even kena anything. Shiok, hor?
Stuck at home again.
The very evil Mr. R struck up a conversation with me in the middle of the night yesterday. Yes Mr. R, I will heed your words!
The very evil Mr. R was also the first to msn me when I got home after work today. He asked me in a mock-surprised tone why I got home straight after work even though Lazy wasn't here.
He might not have meant anything, but it kind of struck a chord inside me. Yea, why am I coming straight home after work even though I have nothing to wait for? Even if I had, why am I waiting in the first place? Shouldn't I put my own needs and wants before his? Since he obviously does pretty much that.
Sensitive, sensitive, sensitive. That's what I am too much. Dee W says I have to learn to give and take on the emotions part.
Shit. I think too much. Maybe that's why I have so many strands of white hair.
It's been 8 days of celibacy (read: no sex) and I am going crazy! Argh! Need.... ... ..
*EDITED* By the way Mr R, you should feel very, very honoured. Lazy went through a LOT of shit from me to get me to make even the teeniest change in my blog. You didn't even kena anything. Shiok, hor?
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
The Twilight Zone
Oh my.
People. If you like supernatural phenomena, come work in my office building.
All throughout the time that I've been working here, there've been small incidents that can be brushed off as electric faults, wind blowing, or just plain weird smells wafting around.
Like the time both the male and female toilets started flickering as soon as I stepped into the toilet. Normal, right? Wait, there's more.
The mini fan in the toilet turned on by itself while I searched for the on/off switch. Later on I was to find out that the fan turned on by itself, while the switch was off.
Then there is this Bangladeshi smell in the female toilet on the ground floor. Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's weak. But there are no Bangladeshi workers anywhere nearby.
I've heard a high-pitched crying on the second floor aisle along the boss's office. Figured it was just one of the accounts girl being bullied again, but nobody was there.
There is this room in which we keep the engine oils and oil filters and some smaller parts. The stairway is totally blocked with junk/stuff/whatever to prevent anyone else from coming into the room. There is totally no ventilation in the room at all, which means the air in the room is pretty much stilled. There was this once when I went in to collect something, and left the door wide open while looking for parts. Suddenly, I felt breathless and I whirled around. The door was slowly closing by itself.
So I dropped whatever I was carrying and ran out. I babbled about what happened to my colleagues, and found out that some of them have seen a child hanging around inside the room sometimes.
The forth floor was a constant pain in the neck, because there were two seperate occasions whereby some thing kicked the door in displeasure, almost breaking the door. The first time it happened to our previous accounts girl in broad daylight. We thought someone was playing a prank on her, trying to scare her. But when it happened at 4am in the middle of the night to the entire leather department crew who were burning the midnight oil to hit their quota, we started taking things seriously.
Eek.
Those were the smaller things that probably had good logical explanations as to why they happened.
However, yesterday my store manager met with something so scary that he fell ill and had to take MC for today.
There are 4 stories in my office building, the first and the forth stories being the most normal despite the things I've just described and a couple of my colleagues having seen the aforementioned child and some seeing another non-existant Indian guard in broad daylight (one of our previous colleagues actually rubbed shoulders with the Indian guard, then finding out that we DON'T have an Indian guard).
The third story supposedly holds the most sightings, but they're relatively peaceful and don't really bother the living much.
The second floor, however, is the most malignant. There is a locked magnetic door leading into the second story store for tyres, and that door leads into another locked door leading into another part of the second story store. Both locked doors have only just been installed recently.
My store manager, let's just call him KC, unlocked the first door and proceeded towards the second door on his right. When he had unlocked and opened the second door, the first door SLAMMED shut. And the best part of it is, after the slam, he could hear the distinct "click" of the door locking.
He let go of the second door and ran back to the first, kicking and pulling at the lock. During the course of doing that he let loose a whole string of expletives, so our guess is that he offended that something even more because the second door slammed and locked itself, thus locking him in. With both doors locked the only thing he could do was to keep screaming and kicking and pulling at the first door until it burst open and he ran out, his face a pale as a sheet.
He had high fever today and took an MC.
Our boss got wind of this and went to investigate that very door with the store supervisor, EL. Keep in mind that this happened earlier on today. They investigated, with no results, until EL locked the first door before they were about to go off. As they waited for the elevator, they heard a "pop", and looked back. The first door that EL had just locked, was hanging ajar.
The boss was here just now with a couple of the mechanics and the store supervisor and workshop supervisor, discussing the matter. Previously when I told him that I heard mutterings on the second floor he dismissed it, saying that it might be some store guys eating snake in a corner, hidden from view. Today he talked about the thing freely, and the conclusion was that the "things" up there did not like the doors locked. He also related a couple of strange things that happened when they first moved in here, such as getting lost in the stairway and certain items disappearing.
Eek.
As of now, the boss and one of our tyre guys are upstairs in the second floor, both armed with very strong flashlight, investigating the door. Let's hope we don't hear screaming anytime soon.
Oh my.
People. If you like supernatural phenomena, come work in my office building.
All throughout the time that I've been working here, there've been small incidents that can be brushed off as electric faults, wind blowing, or just plain weird smells wafting around.
Like the time both the male and female toilets started flickering as soon as I stepped into the toilet. Normal, right? Wait, there's more.
The mini fan in the toilet turned on by itself while I searched for the on/off switch. Later on I was to find out that the fan turned on by itself, while the switch was off.
Then there is this Bangladeshi smell in the female toilet on the ground floor. Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's weak. But there are no Bangladeshi workers anywhere nearby.
I've heard a high-pitched crying on the second floor aisle along the boss's office. Figured it was just one of the accounts girl being bullied again, but nobody was there.
There is this room in which we keep the engine oils and oil filters and some smaller parts. The stairway is totally blocked with junk/stuff/whatever to prevent anyone else from coming into the room. There is totally no ventilation in the room at all, which means the air in the room is pretty much stilled. There was this once when I went in to collect something, and left the door wide open while looking for parts. Suddenly, I felt breathless and I whirled around. The door was slowly closing by itself.
So I dropped whatever I was carrying and ran out. I babbled about what happened to my colleagues, and found out that some of them have seen a child hanging around inside the room sometimes.
The forth floor was a constant pain in the neck, because there were two seperate occasions whereby some thing kicked the door in displeasure, almost breaking the door. The first time it happened to our previous accounts girl in broad daylight. We thought someone was playing a prank on her, trying to scare her. But when it happened at 4am in the middle of the night to the entire leather department crew who were burning the midnight oil to hit their quota, we started taking things seriously.
Eek.
Those were the smaller things that probably had good logical explanations as to why they happened.
However, yesterday my store manager met with something so scary that he fell ill and had to take MC for today.
There are 4 stories in my office building, the first and the forth stories being the most normal despite the things I've just described and a couple of my colleagues having seen the aforementioned child and some seeing another non-existant Indian guard in broad daylight (one of our previous colleagues actually rubbed shoulders with the Indian guard, then finding out that we DON'T have an Indian guard).
The third story supposedly holds the most sightings, but they're relatively peaceful and don't really bother the living much.
The second floor, however, is the most malignant. There is a locked magnetic door leading into the second story store for tyres, and that door leads into another locked door leading into another part of the second story store. Both locked doors have only just been installed recently.
My store manager, let's just call him KC, unlocked the first door and proceeded towards the second door on his right. When he had unlocked and opened the second door, the first door SLAMMED shut. And the best part of it is, after the slam, he could hear the distinct "click" of the door locking.
He let go of the second door and ran back to the first, kicking and pulling at the lock. During the course of doing that he let loose a whole string of expletives, so our guess is that he offended that something even more because the second door slammed and locked itself, thus locking him in. With both doors locked the only thing he could do was to keep screaming and kicking and pulling at the first door until it burst open and he ran out, his face a pale as a sheet.
He had high fever today and took an MC.
Our boss got wind of this and went to investigate that very door with the store supervisor, EL. Keep in mind that this happened earlier on today. They investigated, with no results, until EL locked the first door before they were about to go off. As they waited for the elevator, they heard a "pop", and looked back. The first door that EL had just locked, was hanging ajar.
The boss was here just now with a couple of the mechanics and the store supervisor and workshop supervisor, discussing the matter. Previously when I told him that I heard mutterings on the second floor he dismissed it, saying that it might be some store guys eating snake in a corner, hidden from view. Today he talked about the thing freely, and the conclusion was that the "things" up there did not like the doors locked. He also related a couple of strange things that happened when they first moved in here, such as getting lost in the stairway and certain items disappearing.
Eek.
As of now, the boss and one of our tyre guys are upstairs in the second floor, both armed with very strong flashlight, investigating the door. Let's hope we don't hear screaming anytime soon.
Tuesday gloom
It's only Tuesday. 3 more days to the lonely weekend. Although it's not my weekend shift this week, this week is still unbearably long.
Spent last Saturday working, and then going out for Rochor beancurd and movies with the charismatic gentleman Dee W.
It's only 12pm now, and I'm checking my phone for the millionth time for any signs of any messages, from anyone. I'm rechecking, again and again, my e-mail, friendster, both WLNY accounts, for any messages or any form of contact at all. It's driving me crazy, this feeling inside. If kept under strict control, it won't explode into a bottomless well of confusion and complication.
Life's getting slightly the way I want it to be now, but somehow I'm not liking this feeling at all. I feel as if i'm wielding a knife that's dripping with the blood of the people I love and the people I don't. As if I'm wrenching their hearts one with my bare hands, to feel it pumping away on the palm of my hand while I squeezed it into oblivion.
What have I come to be? I've become such a horrible person. Then again, I was given no choice. Which person in their right mind would want to lead a life such as mine without striking out?
I'd like to be like you too. But I can't. I can't let go. I don't have a choice. I don't want to live the way you're living now. I don't want to put everything I have right now on the line in pursue of something else. I am not you.
Time to rethink? To reconsider? To assess my position in life, what to give up and what not to? Now's the worst time to do that. Because the thing I want to give up most right now is the thing I need the most.
Let's just wait it out and see where this goes.
It's only Tuesday. 3 more days to the lonely weekend. Although it's not my weekend shift this week, this week is still unbearably long.
Spent last Saturday working, and then going out for Rochor beancurd and movies with the charismatic gentleman Dee W.
It's only 12pm now, and I'm checking my phone for the millionth time for any signs of any messages, from anyone. I'm rechecking, again and again, my e-mail, friendster, both WLNY accounts, for any messages or any form of contact at all. It's driving me crazy, this feeling inside. If kept under strict control, it won't explode into a bottomless well of confusion and complication.
Life's getting slightly the way I want it to be now, but somehow I'm not liking this feeling at all. I feel as if i'm wielding a knife that's dripping with the blood of the people I love and the people I don't. As if I'm wrenching their hearts one with my bare hands, to feel it pumping away on the palm of my hand while I squeezed it into oblivion.
What have I come to be? I've become such a horrible person. Then again, I was given no choice. Which person in their right mind would want to lead a life such as mine without striking out?
I'd like to be like you too. But I can't. I can't let go. I don't have a choice. I don't want to live the way you're living now. I don't want to put everything I have right now on the line in pursue of something else. I am not you.
Time to rethink? To reconsider? To assess my position in life, what to give up and what not to? Now's the worst time to do that. Because the thing I want to give up most right now is the thing I need the most.
Let's just wait it out and see where this goes.
Monday, April 23, 2007
Back on the road again
But this time not as a yellow road menace. No, I forged Lazy's signature (with Lazy's permission) and added my name as a sub-rider into his insurance.
No, not the 929, the wave. His little bicycle with engines.
It's my very first day on the road ever since the accident.
I passed by the road opposite of my accident site just now on the way to work, and my arms and fingers suddenly became very stiff. The memory is still fresh at the back of my head and the rest of my body parts know it.
Tonight, I ride alone back home. During rush hour after work, along the dangerous Lentor, right through my accident site, on Lazy's filmsy little wave.
Oh god, somebody help me.
I need to curb this, to overcome the fear that rises in the back of my throat before proceeding into a full blown hackles-raised shuddering that sweeps through the entire body.
If I am not to regain confidance with this small machine, what right do I have to ride on Dante, my hunk of purring metal who gives me the power and control like no other bike can?
But this time not as a yellow road menace. No, I forged Lazy's signature (with Lazy's permission) and added my name as a sub-rider into his insurance.
No, not the 929, the wave. His little bicycle with engines.
It's my very first day on the road ever since the accident.
I passed by the road opposite of my accident site just now on the way to work, and my arms and fingers suddenly became very stiff. The memory is still fresh at the back of my head and the rest of my body parts know it.
Tonight, I ride alone back home. During rush hour after work, along the dangerous Lentor, right through my accident site, on Lazy's filmsy little wave.
Oh god, somebody help me.
I need to curb this, to overcome the fear that rises in the back of my throat before proceeding into a full blown hackles-raised shuddering that sweeps through the entire body.
If I am not to regain confidance with this small machine, what right do I have to ride on Dante, my hunk of purring metal who gives me the power and control like no other bike can?
I am so not good at rejecting people
I don't want things to get out of hand, but I don't want to lose any friends either.
"r u really ok with riding the bike???"
"very scary
but ride slowly i think should be no problem
some more this bike a lot smaller than my own one"
"hmm... if too scared don ride la..."
"but have to ride it home ma
plus have to learn to overcome the fear
if not when my own bike comes back i not confident enough to handle
then die liao"
"then sell it away lor... i drive u everyday..."
"i work at 9am leh uncle
by 9am u supposed to still be in bed one leh"
"for u i can wake up earlier 1..."
Oh you. Cheeky, naughty you.
"not good la
got some people here tongues wagging about us liao
... really not good
you wanna meet up for coffee or dinner or sweets or ice cream after work still can la"
"hmm... ok lor... don wish to let them talk too much also... not too good for u.."
So glad you understand. ^-^
I don't want things to get out of hand, but I don't want to lose any friends either.
"r u really ok with riding the bike???"
"very scary
but ride slowly i think should be no problem
some more this bike a lot smaller than my own one"
"hmm... if too scared don ride la..."
"but have to ride it home ma
plus have to learn to overcome the fear
if not when my own bike comes back i not confident enough to handle
then die liao"
"then sell it away lor... i drive u everyday..."
"i work at 9am leh uncle
by 9am u supposed to still be in bed one leh"
"for u i can wake up earlier 1..."
Oh you. Cheeky, naughty you.
"not good la
got some people here tongues wagging about us liao
... really not good
you wanna meet up for coffee or dinner or sweets or ice cream after work still can la"
"hmm... ok lor... don wish to let them talk too much also... not too good for u.."
So glad you understand. ^-^
Friday, April 20, 2007
Deep. Really Deep.
The following is lifted from a dude with a tortured soul. been following his blog for quite awhile now. How I got his blog address? From here. He's one of the writers of this entertaining (if not slightly brainless, not meant in a bad way) blog.
Dude, I respect you and I seriously hope you're not pissed at me for lifting things off your blog.
"Grey areas are like bomb shelters during a war. You sit a a dirty little corner, your hands wrapped around your shivering knees. Your hands - you know they're not going to protect you if a bomb does come your way. The bomb shelter is. The crust of the earth you're buried under is. Your hands, they just make you feel better, make you feel more protected.
And you believe that's all you've got - your hands and a loosely sheltered insecurity. You overlook the sturdiness of the shelter, the bruised soldier clutching tightly onto a gun, his eyes tightly transfixed onto the door.
But at the end of the day, you know that you're safe here. You know that by hiding here, you won't find yourself standing in the line of a crossfire. You know you wouldn't have to duck, or dodge. You know no one's going to be throwing a grenade at you. You know.
You know only because you believe. You believe only because you're sick and tired of being cynical. Because being cynical is the only defence you have between you and the disturbing reality of reality. Only by scoffing at physically impaired children, then you'd ease the pain of having to sympathize. Maybe not ease, but remove. You remove the pain, like it doesn't belong to you.
Being cynical allows a thorough assessment of every crappy situation you find yourself in, the do's and don'ts, the wrong and the right. You measure every criteria, index every index. You're afraid you'd find yourself in a position where you'd have to regret, so you avoid it like a disease. But the truth is, no one granted us superhuman foresight. We can't be in the know of everything before, now, and years later. We aren't capable of predicting, and sometimes even our instincts fail us.
So we have to rely on ourselves, on our better judgement. We enforce that better judgement, and if we're still flawed - at least we'd be able to tell ourselves that we've exhausted every possibilities and it was our best."
Seriously. Deep stuff.
Took me three skims to fully comprehend what he's putting across.
And the author? An 18-year-old Singaporean boy. I feel so ashamed of myself.
The following is lifted from a dude with a tortured soul. been following his blog for quite awhile now. How I got his blog address? From here. He's one of the writers of this entertaining (if not slightly brainless, not meant in a bad way) blog.
Dude, I respect you and I seriously hope you're not pissed at me for lifting things off your blog.
"Grey areas are like bomb shelters during a war. You sit a a dirty little corner, your hands wrapped around your shivering knees. Your hands - you know they're not going to protect you if a bomb does come your way. The bomb shelter is. The crust of the earth you're buried under is. Your hands, they just make you feel better, make you feel more protected.
And you believe that's all you've got - your hands and a loosely sheltered insecurity. You overlook the sturdiness of the shelter, the bruised soldier clutching tightly onto a gun, his eyes tightly transfixed onto the door.
But at the end of the day, you know that you're safe here. You know that by hiding here, you won't find yourself standing in the line of a crossfire. You know you wouldn't have to duck, or dodge. You know no one's going to be throwing a grenade at you. You know.
You know only because you believe. You believe only because you're sick and tired of being cynical. Because being cynical is the only defence you have between you and the disturbing reality of reality. Only by scoffing at physically impaired children, then you'd ease the pain of having to sympathize. Maybe not ease, but remove. You remove the pain, like it doesn't belong to you.
Being cynical allows a thorough assessment of every crappy situation you find yourself in, the do's and don'ts, the wrong and the right. You measure every criteria, index every index. You're afraid you'd find yourself in a position where you'd have to regret, so you avoid it like a disease. But the truth is, no one granted us superhuman foresight. We can't be in the know of everything before, now, and years later. We aren't capable of predicting, and sometimes even our instincts fail us.
So we have to rely on ourselves, on our better judgement. We enforce that better judgement, and if we're still flawed - at least we'd be able to tell ourselves that we've exhausted every possibilities and it was our best."
Seriously. Deep stuff.
Took me three skims to fully comprehend what he's putting across.
And the author? An 18-year-old Singaporean boy. I feel so ashamed of myself.
And he's off
.... to China for a holiday trip.
It was a mad rush to pack and settle his bike's insurance and other things on top of meeting his friends for dinner.
Imagine the shiokness of sleeping at around 2 in the morning, and having to wake up at 5, him going off and me falling asleep again, and then having to wake up at 8am for work.
We spent all of yesterday glued to each other. Taking and savouring every last minute of being together. Having each other to nag, to tickle, to cuddle and to disturb.
In bed we held each other as tightly as possible and kissed with more vigour, as if the kisses could let time linger longer.
Before he left, he bounced on to the bed for one last kiss and one last hug. And then he was gone. He called me again at 8.30am to let me know that he was on the plane and to make sure that I was awake to go to work.
Oh, to take in as much of you as possible, for as long as possible! He's been absolutely perfect this whole week too. Just as we entered heaven.......... he has to go.
I feel like Psyche, wife of Cupid, who marriage was cut short when Psyche secretly looked upon Cupid with candlelight and accidently dripped wax on him (moral of this story is, use torchlight). My fatal mistake was to have the accident, rendering me unable to take leave and MCs for quite a while, which is why I could not go with him.
(I know, doesn't make sense, I just felt like mentioning Cupid and Psyche.)
He'll be gone for 12 days, which means he'll be back directly before 1st of May.
So now there's nobody to sayang me, nobody to cuddle with me while watching cartoons, nobody to pat my head and call me little girl, nobody to squeeze my arm constantly to remind me that I'm getting fat, nobody to look forward to after a long day at work, nobody to drive me insane constantly, nobody to walk Tracy with, nobody to disturb Cash, nobody to kiss me on my forehead, nobody to "Darling" me, nobody to steal his cigarettes, nobody to poke him in the chest, nobody to complain how skinny he is, nobody to tickle him and cuddle him and run her fingers through his hair, nobody to play with his few-days-old stubble on his chin, nobody to snuggle her head into his chest, nobody to make funny funny noises and make him laugh, nobody to share the blanket with, nobody to snatch the bolster, nobody to play with Eeyore with me, nobody to ask me weird questions, nobody to answer my weird questions, and the list goes on and on...
He's only been gone a few hours, probably still sleeping on the plane right now, but I miss my Lazy already.
Matrix's meeting me at the bike shop later to help me with Lazy's insurance and to cajole the boss into letting me forge Lazy's signature to add my name into his insurance. If I eventually do get to ride Lazy's wave (though I highly doubt that, seeing as he forgot to write that authorisation letter and/or make a photocopy of his IC for me), I'm going to do things to it. Maybe change the brake pads, since Lazy's been complaining that the brakes are not effective, fix the headlight, generally clean up his don't-know-how-long-never-wash bike, maybe add some stickers in.
DW's coming over to pick me up in his brand spanking new white Vios (the old model, not the new one with the Belta shell) at lunch time to go meet Matrix. Hopefully the insurance gets through with no hitches, and the adding of my name into the insurance goes smoothly as well.
.... to China for a holiday trip.
It was a mad rush to pack and settle his bike's insurance and other things on top of meeting his friends for dinner.
Imagine the shiokness of sleeping at around 2 in the morning, and having to wake up at 5, him going off and me falling asleep again, and then having to wake up at 8am for work.
We spent all of yesterday glued to each other. Taking and savouring every last minute of being together. Having each other to nag, to tickle, to cuddle and to disturb.
In bed we held each other as tightly as possible and kissed with more vigour, as if the kisses could let time linger longer.
Before he left, he bounced on to the bed for one last kiss and one last hug. And then he was gone. He called me again at 8.30am to let me know that he was on the plane and to make sure that I was awake to go to work.
Oh, to take in as much of you as possible, for as long as possible! He's been absolutely perfect this whole week too. Just as we entered heaven.......... he has to go.
I feel like Psyche, wife of Cupid, who marriage was cut short when Psyche secretly looked upon Cupid with candlelight and accidently dripped wax on him (moral of this story is, use torchlight). My fatal mistake was to have the accident, rendering me unable to take leave and MCs for quite a while, which is why I could not go with him.
(I know, doesn't make sense, I just felt like mentioning Cupid and Psyche.)
He'll be gone for 12 days, which means he'll be back directly before 1st of May.
So now there's nobody to sayang me, nobody to cuddle with me while watching cartoons, nobody to pat my head and call me little girl, nobody to squeeze my arm constantly to remind me that I'm getting fat, nobody to look forward to after a long day at work, nobody to drive me insane constantly, nobody to walk Tracy with, nobody to disturb Cash, nobody to kiss me on my forehead, nobody to "Darling" me, nobody to steal his cigarettes, nobody to poke him in the chest, nobody to complain how skinny he is, nobody to tickle him and cuddle him and run her fingers through his hair, nobody to play with his few-days-old stubble on his chin, nobody to snuggle her head into his chest, nobody to make funny funny noises and make him laugh, nobody to share the blanket with, nobody to snatch the bolster, nobody to play with Eeyore with me, nobody to ask me weird questions, nobody to answer my weird questions, and the list goes on and on...
He's only been gone a few hours, probably still sleeping on the plane right now, but I miss my Lazy already.
Matrix's meeting me at the bike shop later to help me with Lazy's insurance and to cajole the boss into letting me forge Lazy's signature to add my name into his insurance. If I eventually do get to ride Lazy's wave (though I highly doubt that, seeing as he forgot to write that authorisation letter and/or make a photocopy of his IC for me), I'm going to do things to it. Maybe change the brake pads, since Lazy's been complaining that the brakes are not effective, fix the headlight, generally clean up his don't-know-how-long-never-wash bike, maybe add some stickers in.
DW's coming over to pick me up in his brand spanking new white Vios (the old model, not the new one with the Belta shell) at lunch time to go meet Matrix. Hopefully the insurance gets through with no hitches, and the adding of my name into the insurance goes smoothly as well.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Moody
It's a fine sunny moody day.
It started yesterday, and kind of amplified out of proportions today. I won't be able to control it if it gets any worse.
I almost cried at Lazy's house yesterday, when his sister's future parents-in-law came for a visit.
I almost cried again today when I went out alone to buy stationary for the store guys.
Too much changes here. Too much to handle.
Lazy's flying off to China for 12 days. I get to do whatever I want during these twelve days. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
*UPDATED*
Sudden mood upswing with the arrival of this!
Heh.
Dear, sweet Roger, upon knowing that I've not had lunch yet, went to buy this for me on his way to work.
Dear, sweet Roger also remembered that I preferred ketchup instead of chilli.
Roger's my bestie~!
It's a fine sunny moody day.
It started yesterday, and kind of amplified out of proportions today. I won't be able to control it if it gets any worse.
I almost cried at Lazy's house yesterday, when his sister's future parents-in-law came for a visit.
I almost cried again today when I went out alone to buy stationary for the store guys.
Too much changes here. Too much to handle.
Lazy's flying off to China for 12 days. I get to do whatever I want during these twelve days. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.
*UPDATED*
Sudden mood upswing with the arrival of this!
Heh.
Dear, sweet Roger, upon knowing that I've not had lunch yet, went to buy this for me on his way to work.
Dear, sweet Roger also remembered that I preferred ketchup instead of chilli.
Roger's my bestie~!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Fuming
I am sooooooo angry right now.
MY HANDPHONE IS PERSONAL.
Please do NOT call my handphone for work purposes.
Please do NOT give out my number like free gifts if you have my number.
I don't blame the people who got my number from you because they might not know.
I BLAME THE FOOKING PEOPLE WHO GAVE THEM MY PHONE NUMBER because everytime I give my phone number, it comes with a warning not to spread it around.
I have a pretty good idea who gave my number to that auntie, and without that given warning she's giving it out life free gifts.
Auntie, if you want to contact me freely wherever I am, GIVE ME ANOTHER HANDPHONE AND MOBILE ALLOWANCE. If you pay, I don't mind. Because I can SWITCH IT OFF when I am OFF WORK.
Damn you people!
I am sooooooo angry right now.
MY HANDPHONE IS PERSONAL.
Please do NOT call my handphone for work purposes.
Please do NOT give out my number like free gifts if you have my number.
I don't blame the people who got my number from you because they might not know.
I BLAME THE FOOKING PEOPLE WHO GAVE THEM MY PHONE NUMBER because everytime I give my phone number, it comes with a warning not to spread it around.
I have a pretty good idea who gave my number to that auntie, and without that given warning she's giving it out life free gifts.
Auntie, if you want to contact me freely wherever I am, GIVE ME ANOTHER HANDPHONE AND MOBILE ALLOWANCE. If you pay, I don't mind. Because I can SWITCH IT OFF when I am OFF WORK.
Damn you people!
Adrian
Cheeky, you. Jokes courtesy of Adrian who found them on WLNY.
HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU
ABOUT GETTING MARRIED
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,
poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling
me, "You're next." They stopped after I started
doing the same thing to them at funerals.
LONGEVITY
Married men live longer than single men do, but
married men are a lot more willing to die.
A married man was having an affair with his secretary.
One day, their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon.
Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep, awakening around 8:00 P.M.
As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt.
Mystified, she nonetheless complied.
He slipped into his shoes and drove home.
"Where have you been?" demanded his wife when he entered the house.
"Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having an affair with my secretary and we've been having sex all afternoon.
I fell asleep and didn't wake up until eight o'clock."
The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf again!!"
Now you know why all REAL men play GOLF...
Liven up my near-to-end-of-work slumber, will you?
Cheeky, you. Jokes courtesy of Adrian who found them on WLNY.
HOW TO STOP PEOPLE FROM BUGGING YOU
ABOUT GETTING MARRIED
Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings,
poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling
me, "You're next." They stopped after I started
doing the same thing to them at funerals.
LONGEVITY
Married men live longer than single men do, but
married men are a lot more willing to die.
A married man was having an affair with his secretary.
One day, their passions overcame them and they took off for her house, where they made passionate love all afternoon.
Exhausted from the wild sex, they fell asleep, awakening around 8:00 P.M.
As the man threw on his clothes, he told the woman to take his shoes outside and rub them through the grass and dirt.
Mystified, she nonetheless complied.
He slipped into his shoes and drove home.
"Where have you been?" demanded his wife when he entered the house.
"Darling, I can't lie to you. I've been having an affair with my secretary and we've been having sex all afternoon.
I fell asleep and didn't wake up until eight o'clock."
The wife glanced down at his shoes and said, "You lying bastard! You've been playing golf again!!"
Now you know why all REAL men play GOLF...
Liven up my near-to-end-of-work slumber, will you?
Caffeinated
And very much so.
After 4 cups of coffee since morning, I'm kind of near to twitching now.
I haven't drank that much coffee since I was 16, when I was working at the Kampong Kitchen and my daily requirement for caffeine was at least 4 cups in one sitting.
Anyway, pardonnez moi for the early morning brain-still-not-functioning-properly incoherent post previously. I guess I just had the words in my head and just can't wait to get them all out.
And now, back to the grind!
And very much so.
After 4 cups of coffee since morning, I'm kind of near to twitching now.
I haven't drank that much coffee since I was 16, when I was working at the Kampong Kitchen and my daily requirement for caffeine was at least 4 cups in one sitting.
Anyway, pardonnez moi for the early morning brain-still-not-functioning-properly incoherent post previously. I guess I just had the words in my head and just can't wait to get them all out.
And now, back to the grind!
Early Morning Rant
I lost a friend today. But thinking back, I haven't lost much.
10am in the morning. Yes, this is considered early. Too early for my motors to be working yet. I need to rant.
Anyway, Ah Seng from First Motors told me the other day that the patching for Dante's fairing will be $150, the 2nd hand back fairing without cracks or scratches costs around $120, and the new paintwork (I wanted it exactly the way it was, yellow/white with original wordings) costs $500.
So for my fairings alone it's $150 + $120 + $500 = $770.
Plus full servicing? Another $90.
Plus another second-hand exhaust system? At least another hundred or so. Ah Seng says it might even reach $200, depending on how much the seller wants to sell them.
Anyway, office politics is getting heavier by the day. I'm pretty much hanging out with the same guys everyday, and from what I hear the company really is in a mess.
I'm getting closer and closer to my colleagues, not just my workshop colleagues, but showroom sales agent colleagues as well.
My company has like a dozen (ok that's an exaggeration. Maybe 9? Or 10? Or 11?) showrooms all over Singapore. I'm sure you've seen the big-ass AutoMagic sign along Aljunied Road. Or Pinnacle Motors. Or Motor Traders. Or other showrooms with different names. We're all under the same company who does parallel imports.
Let me know if you're thinking of parallel import cars. I've got a good agent to recommend to you.
Anyway one of the salesmen from the nearby showroom is on very good terms with me. He's been sending me home for the past two days (although we got lost and had to circle around for the first day).
I was working til 9pm last night and he was waiting for me outside my office since 7.55pm. And when I came in to continue my work today I found out just how smart I am.
I forgot to save the information that I've been going through the files for. Oh yay.
I am early for work today. All I could think of when my alarm rang was that I can't be late, I can't be late. Alarm was set at 8am, and I snoozed until 8.15am when the mad rush began. Washing up, changing, dragging the warm blankets off Lazy, the works. 15 minutes after waking up, both of us tumbled groggily out to the front porch.
Lentor had pretty heavy traffic today, the traffic was downright NOT moving at all. Times like this I feel so glad we're riding. Whilst we entered into Lentor from Yishun, I looked at my watch. Shit. I had only 7 minutes to get to the stupid punch-card machine in office.
There was an accident just after Ang Mo Kio central. We only saw the white/blue SP lying down on it's side in-between lane 2 and 3 in front of a TP bike and an ambulance. No stationary car was in sight, which meant it was hit and run.
When we reached the bus stop where he usually drops me off, I looked at my watch. It only took 4 minutes for him to get through a major traffic jam from the start of Lentor to the bus stop in front of Whitley Secondary School.
This is why I aspire to be like him (in riding).
Anyway, my motivation for not being late today is very understandable.
I was called up for a talk yesterday about my lateness with the "powers that be". I hate this kind of talks, mainly because both you and I know what's going on and what needs to be done. We both know that we're just going through the motions. They're just annoying, time-wasting and makes both you and I feel uncomfortable.
You see me with my poker face, staring defiantly into your eyes. I see you pick up your pencil and fiddle with it until the rubber end broke. You're even more nervous about it than I am.
I do listen to what he had to say. He still made sense, but I didn't like the way he applied it.
So I was early today and gave him (and him) no chance to talk to/about me! Hmph!
Lazy wants to go shopping for his upcoming China trip. I have to go to the post office to pick up my airmail. We're going shopping later!
I lost a friend today. But thinking back, I haven't lost much.
10am in the morning. Yes, this is considered early. Too early for my motors to be working yet. I need to rant.
Anyway, Ah Seng from First Motors told me the other day that the patching for Dante's fairing will be $150, the 2nd hand back fairing without cracks or scratches costs around $120, and the new paintwork (I wanted it exactly the way it was, yellow/white with original wordings) costs $500.
So for my fairings alone it's $150 + $120 + $500 = $770.
Plus full servicing? Another $90.
Plus another second-hand exhaust system? At least another hundred or so. Ah Seng says it might even reach $200, depending on how much the seller wants to sell them.
Anyway, office politics is getting heavier by the day. I'm pretty much hanging out with the same guys everyday, and from what I hear the company really is in a mess.
I'm getting closer and closer to my colleagues, not just my workshop colleagues, but showroom sales agent colleagues as well.
My company has like a dozen (ok that's an exaggeration. Maybe 9? Or 10? Or 11?) showrooms all over Singapore. I'm sure you've seen the big-ass AutoMagic sign along Aljunied Road. Or Pinnacle Motors. Or Motor Traders. Or other showrooms with different names. We're all under the same company who does parallel imports.
Let me know if you're thinking of parallel import cars. I've got a good agent to recommend to you.
Anyway one of the salesmen from the nearby showroom is on very good terms with me. He's been sending me home for the past two days (although we got lost and had to circle around for the first day).
I was working til 9pm last night and he was waiting for me outside my office since 7.55pm. And when I came in to continue my work today I found out just how smart I am.
I forgot to save the information that I've been going through the files for. Oh yay.
I am early for work today. All I could think of when my alarm rang was that I can't be late, I can't be late. Alarm was set at 8am, and I snoozed until 8.15am when the mad rush began. Washing up, changing, dragging the warm blankets off Lazy, the works. 15 minutes after waking up, both of us tumbled groggily out to the front porch.
Lentor had pretty heavy traffic today, the traffic was downright NOT moving at all. Times like this I feel so glad we're riding. Whilst we entered into Lentor from Yishun, I looked at my watch. Shit. I had only 7 minutes to get to the stupid punch-card machine in office.
There was an accident just after Ang Mo Kio central. We only saw the white/blue SP lying down on it's side in-between lane 2 and 3 in front of a TP bike and an ambulance. No stationary car was in sight, which meant it was hit and run.
When we reached the bus stop where he usually drops me off, I looked at my watch. It only took 4 minutes for him to get through a major traffic jam from the start of Lentor to the bus stop in front of Whitley Secondary School.
This is why I aspire to be like him (in riding).
Anyway, my motivation for not being late today is very understandable.
I was called up for a talk yesterday about my lateness with the "powers that be". I hate this kind of talks, mainly because both you and I know what's going on and what needs to be done. We both know that we're just going through the motions. They're just annoying, time-wasting and makes both you and I feel uncomfortable.
You see me with my poker face, staring defiantly into your eyes. I see you pick up your pencil and fiddle with it until the rubber end broke. You're even more nervous about it than I am.
I do listen to what he had to say. He still made sense, but I didn't like the way he applied it.
So I was early today and gave him (and him) no chance to talk to/about me! Hmph!
Lazy wants to go shopping for his upcoming China trip. I have to go to the post office to pick up my airmail. We're going shopping later!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Major Post-Lunch Slumber
Here comes the part of the day where you've just returned from lunch and have absolutely no mood to work at all. Let's just take half an hour off to blog.
- Recent news have been very much dampened with smatterings of arguments. The person I thought fully responsible for them is now reduced to being partially responsible (but still responsible, nontheless).
Remember when I talked about the hour-long conversation with FedEx?
Well, the very next day, which was on Friday, I skipped my practical to hold a FIVE HOURS long talk with Lazy. We cleared up a lot of things, changed each other's mindset a little more and several individual readers were pointed out as the ones who ratted on me.
So now I know who you guys/girls are. No wonder the vulgar and insulting comments. The bitching. Fucking bitches.
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- FedEx claims to not be FedEx, but F********, but to protect the identities of persons blogged about, all names have be changed, substituted, aliased, and/or had their identities totally made up (except the ones I'm introducing or who have given explicit permission to blog about them).
He's been following up very closely on the happenings recently. And he's getting more and more naggy.
Argh. Uncle.
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- There's been an undeniable itching in my fingers and my crotch. I'm itching to ride, to feel my baby rumbling between my legs again. Being a pillon with Lazy is fun, but the crave to feel the machine roar when I twist my wrist is still there.
To be able to control the roar. To feel the power etching into the very road.
The crave will never go away.
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- Shopping with Max yesterday proved to be more fun than I thought.
Actually, his name isn't Max, it's MX (initials for his chinese name). Most of his friends call him botak, but I figured I could just add an A and turn him into Max.
Anyway, Max was buying things from IKEA Alexandra and he needed Lazy's van to bring them all home. So after going with Lazy's family to do some praying for the Ching Ming festival, we met him at IKEA with his shopping already done.
As a token of appreciation, he paid for our swiss meatballs and chicken wings.
After embarassing him with the doorbell incident at Home-Fix and forcing them to eat the $1 hotdogs, we were all set to go back.
Max did something so utterly embarassing that I couldn't stop laughing all the way back to his house. I guess both Lazy and I kind of forgot to take our medications and went slightly crazy.
Poor Max!
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- Found out that my Lazy actually has the ability to be very sweet, and tug on heart-strings whenever he wants, IF he wants. Most of the time he's just not that interested in doing that, but he's been trying his best all weekend and this morning I came in to work all dripping with honey-coated sugar.
Recently, with the opening of the AMK hub, we christianed it by buying these.
Lazy chose them and bought them for us. They come with name engraving on the insides, but Cudas, my photographer for the evening, couldn't seem to get the names into the picture.
Lazy likes them because they're symbolic.
Two become one. Differences put together to form something else.
Aren't they sweet?
While I'm still on the subject of Lazy, I found out something new about him yesterday morning.
While normally he refuses to speak much when he's just woken up, he was forced to reply when his sister talked to him yesterday morning within minutes of his waking up.
Now I know. If you can get Lazy to speak much when he's just woken up it sounds incredibly funny. When he came back from washing up I was still sniggering into the blanket.
If only I can do that again...
By the way, Lazy keeps getting phone calls about work AFTER office hours. Way into 10pm or even midnight.
Please, Lazy has a life too. He's not the type who goes home and continues working from there just to show how good a worker he is. His working hours are 9am-6pm, and maybe you can still call him slightly after 6pm because he might be doing OT. Otherwise, imagine us cuddling and snuggling when suddenly the phone rings and he has to go off for a lengthy discussion of how fucked up your computer is.
Please. Be considerate.
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- I had a dream the other day, shortly after the time when I realized how useless I got when I tried to run across the road when the pedestrian light turned red. I took one step toward the curb and crumbled. Luckily Lazy was there to hold on to me.
Anyway in my dream we were running too.
An empty road. As we got to the middle of the junction the road suddenly burst into life with cars honking in every direction and threatening to run us over.
The phone rings, and a familiar voice came on. He asked me to migrate over to live with him. He said that I can run away from all these, that I don't have to face them by myself. That he was in Vancouver, and when he got back to Hong Kong he'd be waiting for me.
An eternity later (or so it seems), I opened my eyes to the real world and almost cried at the senselessness of it all. He couldn't have called, couldn't have invited me to go over, couldn't have even remembered who I am... Because he doesn't exist.
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- Thought about life in general and figured out a much used way to see it. I'm pretty sure everyone's heard of this somewhere before, but just doesn't remember where.
Life is like a big waiting room. Waiting to die. Some people just go through the motions, staying strictly on the path to lead as normal a life as possible. Some people have fun, stray from the path, do really strange things while waiting. Some people actually have fun while waiting.
Doesn't matter what you're doing, as long as you have your set of rules and moral conscience, as long as you don't find ways to cut short the waiting time on purpose (because there's still more to get out of the waiting time), we're all going to die some day.
So why not die doing the things you want to do? Why not die knowing that you've not wasted the time while you waited?
Here comes the part of the day where you've just returned from lunch and have absolutely no mood to work at all. Let's just take half an hour off to blog.
- Recent news have been very much dampened with smatterings of arguments. The person I thought fully responsible for them is now reduced to being partially responsible (but still responsible, nontheless).
Remember when I talked about the hour-long conversation with FedEx?
Well, the very next day, which was on Friday, I skipped my practical to hold a FIVE HOURS long talk with Lazy. We cleared up a lot of things, changed each other's mindset a little more and several individual readers were pointed out as the ones who ratted on me.
So now I know who you guys/girls are. No wonder the vulgar and insulting comments. The bitching. Fucking bitches.
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- FedEx claims to not be FedEx, but F********, but to protect the identities of persons blogged about, all names have be changed, substituted, aliased, and/or had their identities totally made up (except the ones I'm introducing or who have given explicit permission to blog about them).
He's been following up very closely on the happenings recently. And he's getting more and more naggy.
Argh. Uncle.
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- There's been an undeniable itching in my fingers and my crotch. I'm itching to ride, to feel my baby rumbling between my legs again. Being a pillon with Lazy is fun, but the crave to feel the machine roar when I twist my wrist is still there.
To be able to control the roar. To feel the power etching into the very road.
The crave will never go away.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
- Shopping with Max yesterday proved to be more fun than I thought.
Actually, his name isn't Max, it's MX (initials for his chinese name). Most of his friends call him botak, but I figured I could just add an A and turn him into Max.
Anyway, Max was buying things from IKEA Alexandra and he needed Lazy's van to bring them all home. So after going with Lazy's family to do some praying for the Ching Ming festival, we met him at IKEA with his shopping already done.
As a token of appreciation, he paid for our swiss meatballs and chicken wings.
After embarassing him with the doorbell incident at Home-Fix and forcing them to eat the $1 hotdogs, we were all set to go back.
Max did something so utterly embarassing that I couldn't stop laughing all the way back to his house. I guess both Lazy and I kind of forgot to take our medications and went slightly crazy.
Poor Max!
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- Found out that my Lazy actually has the ability to be very sweet, and tug on heart-strings whenever he wants, IF he wants. Most of the time he's just not that interested in doing that, but he's been trying his best all weekend and this morning I came in to work all dripping with honey-coated sugar.
Recently, with the opening of the AMK hub, we christianed it by buying these.
Lazy chose them and bought them for us. They come with name engraving on the insides, but Cudas, my photographer for the evening, couldn't seem to get the names into the picture.
Lazy likes them because they're symbolic.
Two become one. Differences put together to form something else.
Aren't they sweet?
While I'm still on the subject of Lazy, I found out something new about him yesterday morning.
While normally he refuses to speak much when he's just woken up, he was forced to reply when his sister talked to him yesterday morning within minutes of his waking up.
Now I know. If you can get Lazy to speak much when he's just woken up it sounds incredibly funny. When he came back from washing up I was still sniggering into the blanket.
If only I can do that again...
By the way, Lazy keeps getting phone calls about work AFTER office hours. Way into 10pm or even midnight.
Please, Lazy has a life too. He's not the type who goes home and continues working from there just to show how good a worker he is. His working hours are 9am-6pm, and maybe you can still call him slightly after 6pm because he might be doing OT. Otherwise, imagine us cuddling and snuggling when suddenly the phone rings and he has to go off for a lengthy discussion of how fucked up your computer is.
Please. Be considerate.
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- I had a dream the other day, shortly after the time when I realized how useless I got when I tried to run across the road when the pedestrian light turned red. I took one step toward the curb and crumbled. Luckily Lazy was there to hold on to me.
Anyway in my dream we were running too.
An empty road. As we got to the middle of the junction the road suddenly burst into life with cars honking in every direction and threatening to run us over.
The phone rings, and a familiar voice came on. He asked me to migrate over to live with him. He said that I can run away from all these, that I don't have to face them by myself. That he was in Vancouver, and when he got back to Hong Kong he'd be waiting for me.
An eternity later (or so it seems), I opened my eyes to the real world and almost cried at the senselessness of it all. He couldn't have called, couldn't have invited me to go over, couldn't have even remembered who I am... Because he doesn't exist.
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- Thought about life in general and figured out a much used way to see it. I'm pretty sure everyone's heard of this somewhere before, but just doesn't remember where.
Life is like a big waiting room. Waiting to die. Some people just go through the motions, staying strictly on the path to lead as normal a life as possible. Some people have fun, stray from the path, do really strange things while waiting. Some people actually have fun while waiting.
Doesn't matter what you're doing, as long as you have your set of rules and moral conscience, as long as you don't find ways to cut short the waiting time on purpose (because there's still more to get out of the waiting time), we're all going to die some day.
So why not die doing the things you want to do? Why not die knowing that you've not wasted the time while you waited?
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Happy International Friendship Day
Continued from here.
"Didn't know our conversation made it to your blog. Now I know. ;p Friendship... Ask you, so a person who doesn't go singing with you, stops becoming your friend? A person, who is not mature to handle you, stops being your friend? A person who spends little time with you, stops being a close friend? If that said, I wasn't even a close friend to begin with, considering the amount of time we actually spent together. My point is, I'll forever be your friend, even if you hate me, despise me, I'll still be there to cover your ass should you need any. It's international friendship day tomorrow. Cheers."
My dear friend.
It is not the amount of time spent that determines the strength of a friendship. It is the amount of tears shed together, the beers drank together, the amount of emotional trauma shared together. You are my close friend.
I never did say anything about you stopping to be my friend. You are still my friend. I'm just so terribly disappointed that you cannot handle being friends with me without thinking otherwise.
I am thankful for your willingness to cover my ass, and you know I'd do the same for you. I just wish we could all be mature adults to handle this and still come out as good friends by the end of it, and not just friends covering each other's asses from afar.
Happy International Friendship Day, dude.
Continued from here.
"Didn't know our conversation made it to your blog. Now I know. ;p Friendship... Ask you, so a person who doesn't go singing with you, stops becoming your friend? A person, who is not mature to handle you, stops being your friend? A person who spends little time with you, stops being a close friend? If that said, I wasn't even a close friend to begin with, considering the amount of time we actually spent together. My point is, I'll forever be your friend, even if you hate me, despise me, I'll still be there to cover your ass should you need any. It's international friendship day tomorrow. Cheers."
My dear friend.
It is not the amount of time spent that determines the strength of a friendship. It is the amount of tears shed together, the beers drank together, the amount of emotional trauma shared together. You are my close friend.
I never did say anything about you stopping to be my friend. You are still my friend. I'm just so terribly disappointed that you cannot handle being friends with me without thinking otherwise.
I am thankful for your willingness to cover my ass, and you know I'd do the same for you. I just wish we could all be mature adults to handle this and still come out as good friends by the end of it, and not just friends covering each other's asses from afar.
Happy International Friendship Day, dude.
FedEx
Just got off an hour-long phone conversation about relationships with FedEx (his name sounds like FedEx).
Kind of surprised at myself for revealing so much to him, I hardly know him because he's only just appeared recently.
Anyway, he makes good sense and he actually did listened to what I had to say. It's very refreshing to have someone listen and (partly) understand in-depth and not rebutting me for my views and opinions.
He didn't sympathize, which is a good thing because sympathizing won't solve the problem. He posed a series of questions and told me a lot of personal experiences in his love life that got me thinking. I am still trying to fully digest what he said and grasp the concept he verbalised before I can think about the next step to take.
For now, I am taking a back seat on the pest control problem and taking in a wider view on relationships.
I knew that by asking for a fairytale I am not letting myself grow up. But I do see fairytales around me. They're very rare, but it can actualize. So for now, I am not giving up my desire for a fairytale. There're just slight changes to a few things though.
For now, smoke less, work more, and getting my friends, my family and my relationship life back on track takes priority.
Til next time (or until I've come up with plans to revolutionize things), yours truly.
Just got off an hour-long phone conversation about relationships with FedEx (his name sounds like FedEx).
Kind of surprised at myself for revealing so much to him, I hardly know him because he's only just appeared recently.
Anyway, he makes good sense and he actually did listened to what I had to say. It's very refreshing to have someone listen and (partly) understand in-depth and not rebutting me for my views and opinions.
He didn't sympathize, which is a good thing because sympathizing won't solve the problem. He posed a series of questions and told me a lot of personal experiences in his love life that got me thinking. I am still trying to fully digest what he said and grasp the concept he verbalised before I can think about the next step to take.
For now, I am taking a back seat on the pest control problem and taking in a wider view on relationships.
I knew that by asking for a fairytale I am not letting myself grow up. But I do see fairytales around me. They're very rare, but it can actualize. So for now, I am not giving up my desire for a fairytale. There're just slight changes to a few things though.
For now, smoke less, work more, and getting my friends, my family and my relationship life back on track takes priority.
Til next time (or until I've come up with plans to revolutionize things), yours truly.
Sick of it
I am SICK of you threatening to leave ALL THE TIME. Most of the time's because of your friends too.
That's right, leave when you encounter problems. Run away from all your problems. Because that helps a lot. Right?
No, this time you're NOT ALLOWED to leave until we've settled this. I will NOT let you leave this hanging in the air.
So many things I want to say. Control...... control...... I'll talk about this later, probably after he cools down and shrinks his head a little. Then he can actually see sense and stop blaming me for everything. (Note: Can does not neccessarily mean will, so it might spark off yet another argument over the same cockr.. *control* *ahem* person, so don't pin your hopes too high on peace).
By the way, you want to know why I am the only one doing it? Because the inclusion of HIM affects us a lot as most of our arguments originate from him. On his side, inclusion of ME does not make a big difference, he has his own girlfriend and his own life, and occasionally when he needs someone to *ahem* talk to he can come and find you. *control* *control* *CONTROL*.
Ok, I'm stopping here.
Now I see why she is so tyrannic. You made her into one, same way as you're making me into one. Or is it she made you into someone who needs a tyrannic person to love?
I am SICK of you threatening to leave ALL THE TIME. Most of the time's because of your friends too.
That's right, leave when you encounter problems. Run away from all your problems. Because that helps a lot. Right?
No, this time you're NOT ALLOWED to leave until we've settled this. I will NOT let you leave this hanging in the air.
So many things I want to say. Control...... control...... I'll talk about this later, probably after he cools down and shrinks his head a little. Then he can actually see sense and stop blaming me for everything. (Note: Can does not neccessarily mean will, so it might spark off yet another argument over the same cockr.. *control* *ahem* person, so don't pin your hopes too high on peace).
By the way, you want to know why I am the only one doing it? Because the inclusion of HIM affects us a lot as most of our arguments originate from him. On his side, inclusion of ME does not make a big difference, he has his own girlfriend and his own life, and occasionally when he needs someone to *ahem* talk to he can come and find you. *control* *control* *CONTROL*.
Ok, I'm stopping here.
Now I see why she is so tyrannic. You made her into one, same way as you're making me into one. Or is it she made you into someone who needs a tyrannic person to love?
Utterly Disgusted
I remember posting in my comments in reply to a Mr Anonymous who makes good sense and actually is constructive for once.
"I believe we both agreed that we won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth outside of the relationship, but yea, you never know. This is why I'm so wary of that cockroach."
I was right to be wary. I was wrong to believe that we both won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth, because we're quarrelling over him again because of his extra big mouth.
Dude. If you hate me so much, stop reading me. Get out of my life and get your own life.
Now because of you, we're quarrelling again. Are you happy now because you destroyed whatever happiness we've had for the past few days?
You disgust me.
I remember posting in my comments in reply to a Mr Anonymous who makes good sense and actually is constructive for once.
"I believe we both agreed that we won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth outside of the relationship, but yea, you never know. This is why I'm so wary of that cockroach."
I was right to be wary. I was wrong to believe that we both won't be influenced by anyone with an extra big cockroach mouth, because we're quarrelling over him again because of his extra big mouth.
Dude. If you hate me so much, stop reading me. Get out of my life and get your own life.
Now because of you, we're quarrelling again. Are you happy now because you destroyed whatever happiness we've had for the past few days?
You disgust me.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Birthday Boy
"Let's go gai gai on the weekend of your birthday."
"Really ah?"
"Because quite a few times I say wanna meet you but end up never meet mah."
"Ok lor. Got birthday kiss one or not?"
"You want ah? Sure or not?"
"I want on the lips one."
"eh heh heh.......... *awkward*"
"Ok, lah, if I'm not on course then we go gai gai okay?"
"Let's go gai gai on the weekend of your birthday."
"Really ah?"
"Because quite a few times I say wanna meet you but end up never meet mah."
"Ok lor. Got birthday kiss one or not?"
"You want ah? Sure or not?"
"I want on the lips one."
"eh heh heh.......... *awkward*"
"Ok, lah, if I'm not on course then we go gai gai okay?"
No life
I was seriously wondering for a while why I can't seem to find anything to blog about for the past few days. I even had to lift off blog ideas from my sister to have something to blog.
Argh.
Then I realized why.
I have no life. Work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep. Trying to maximize time spent with Lazychoo so not really meeting my own friends. Trying to keep spending to a minimum so I can fix up my dear Dante sooner.
I had like 1.3k in my bank, which was confirmed to be able to cover all costs for fixing up Dante. Mom took me out for shopping yesterday and polished off $300, the weekend steamboat and KTV polished off another $60 and the blue dress I ordered some time back is going to cost me $50.
On top of all the expenditure, I, unlike some people, am planning to save as much as I can. I already have enough for studies, but I have to wait until January 2008 before classes can start. For my class 2 bike, for dancing classes, for France, for my own future.
Life is getting monotonous again. I could make it complicated, but I don't want to. I just want a little bit of spice, here and there.
I need to learn to stop making him the whole of my life.
Seems like most of the time he disappoints me or we quarrel, it's because of one or more of his friends. Now you tell me, how do I not dislike his friends?
I was seriously wondering for a while why I can't seem to find anything to blog about for the past few days. I even had to lift off blog ideas from my sister to have something to blog.
Argh.
Then I realized why.
I have no life. Work, home, sleep, work, home, sleep. Trying to maximize time spent with Lazychoo so not really meeting my own friends. Trying to keep spending to a minimum so I can fix up my dear Dante sooner.
I had like 1.3k in my bank, which was confirmed to be able to cover all costs for fixing up Dante. Mom took me out for shopping yesterday and polished off $300, the weekend steamboat and KTV polished off another $60 and the blue dress I ordered some time back is going to cost me $50.
On top of all the expenditure, I, unlike some people, am planning to save as much as I can. I already have enough for studies, but I have to wait until January 2008 before classes can start. For my class 2 bike, for dancing classes, for France, for my own future.
Life is getting monotonous again. I could make it complicated, but I don't want to. I just want a little bit of spice, here and there.
I need to learn to stop making him the whole of my life.
Seems like most of the time he disappoints me or we quarrel, it's because of one or more of his friends. Now you tell me, how do I not dislike his friends?
How weird can a person get?
This is a meme swiped from Cudas, although she didn't actually tag me. I surreptitiously stole the idea and did it. Muahahahaha! *Sorry, gone a little crazy due to working-too-early-in-the-morning-ness*
In this meme, we're supposed to reveal a certain amount of weird traits that we have. Cudas's tagger gave her 6 weird traits, and Cudas did 10. So I shall twist the numbers around too, and make it 9. (I can only think of 9 weird traits of mine lah, give me a break)
But before I do it, I just need to make an announcement:
I PASSED MY 2A PRAC 1 ON MY SECOND TRY! Haha! Bro Vik, you SUCK! Take THAT! Haha!
Then again, Raf was my instructor for the lesson, and many of my old instructors still remember me from my stint there during my 2B days, so I was given a lot of help. Shouted instructions, soft spoken encouragement, I couldn't have done it without their help.
Now I feel so evil. Bwahahahaha.
Anyway, here's the Top 9 Weird Facts Countdown about Jazzyme.
9) I am an Aquarius. Weird enough to warrent no explaination as to why this made it to the list.
8) I may look sweet and innocent to most people, but I admit to having a fiery temper when the occasion calls for it. Most of the people in my office are scared of me, except my colleagues who know that my bark is worse than my bite.
7) I want to travel the world but don't like the air flights. I hate the very thin air in the high altitudes, and the recycled air inside of the plane.
6) Same as Cudas. The more people force me to do certain things, the more I won't do it. Same rebellious streak, runs in the family.
5) You can never grow out of cartoons.
4) I am very particular about people's smoking habits. For example, if I've already waited for a person for a long time, and shortly after he arrives he lights up a stick. thus making me wait further for him to finish smoking, I will fly into a temper. Another example is that when during a meal someone finishes first and starts smoking when I am still eating, I will give everyone at the table a very black face.
3) I have a little bit of insomnia. It's very hard for me to get to sleep. If and when I do, I do not like being woken up because it's very hard for me to get back to sleep, no matter how tired I can be. My family has personally experienced tantrums when they wake me up early on a weekend for some small insignificant thing.
2) I laugh and smile to apparently nothing in particular when I am out alone. People on the street have wondered why I am sniggering away. When I think of some funny event or happenings, I can't control myself.
And the number one weird quirk:
1) *Most close friends already know this* I make a lot of weird sounds. I mean a LOT. Buzzing, ah la la-ing, purring (yes, purring), baby sounds, the works. But it only happens to close friends.
This is a meme swiped from Cudas, although she didn't actually tag me. I surreptitiously stole the idea and did it. Muahahahaha! *Sorry, gone a little crazy due to working-too-early-in-the-morning-ness*
In this meme, we're supposed to reveal a certain amount of weird traits that we have. Cudas's tagger gave her 6 weird traits, and Cudas did 10. So I shall twist the numbers around too, and make it 9. (I can only think of 9 weird traits of mine lah, give me a break)
But before I do it, I just need to make an announcement:
I PASSED MY 2A PRAC 1 ON MY SECOND TRY! Haha! Bro Vik, you SUCK! Take THAT! Haha!
Then again, Raf was my instructor for the lesson, and many of my old instructors still remember me from my stint there during my 2B days, so I was given a lot of help. Shouted instructions, soft spoken encouragement, I couldn't have done it without their help.
Now I feel so evil. Bwahahahaha.
Anyway, here's the Top 9 Weird Facts Countdown about Jazzyme.
9) I am an Aquarius. Weird enough to warrent no explaination as to why this made it to the list.
8) I may look sweet and innocent to most people, but I admit to having a fiery temper when the occasion calls for it. Most of the people in my office are scared of me, except my colleagues who know that my bark is worse than my bite.
7) I want to travel the world but don't like the air flights. I hate the very thin air in the high altitudes, and the recycled air inside of the plane.
6) Same as Cudas. The more people force me to do certain things, the more I won't do it. Same rebellious streak, runs in the family.
5) You can never grow out of cartoons.
4) I am very particular about people's smoking habits. For example, if I've already waited for a person for a long time, and shortly after he arrives he lights up a stick. thus making me wait further for him to finish smoking, I will fly into a temper. Another example is that when during a meal someone finishes first and starts smoking when I am still eating, I will give everyone at the table a very black face.
3) I have a little bit of insomnia. It's very hard for me to get to sleep. If and when I do, I do not like being woken up because it's very hard for me to get back to sleep, no matter how tired I can be. My family has personally experienced tantrums when they wake me up early on a weekend for some small insignificant thing.
2) I laugh and smile to apparently nothing in particular when I am out alone. People on the street have wondered why I am sniggering away. When I think of some funny event or happenings, I can't control myself.
And the number one weird quirk:
1) *Most close friends already know this* I make a lot of weird sounds. I mean a LOT. Buzzing, ah la la-ing, purring (yes, purring), baby sounds, the works. But it only happens to close friends.
Monday, April 09, 2007
What's going on?
Madness. All around me. Changes I don't think I am willing to accept. But I think I'll be forced to accept them anyway. What choice do I have?
I made a new friend, lost an old one, and heard some news that might seriously jeapordize my relationship with Lazychoo.
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Introducing my new friend, Nicholas.
Very charming. Very sweet. Very much in love with good food (as do I), and chilling out with friends.
Initially he reminds me of Mr Cockroach. With his small frame and spectacles, and formal shirt and pants he was almost an exact replica of Mr Cockroach.
However, I was soon to find out that he's so much better a person that Mr Cockroach. He's very sweet (like I said before) and very charming (also like I said before), has excellent manners (I'm a little fussy about that), a gentleman and a very good chit chat buddy.
We giggled and asked each other weird questions out of the blue over a simple but very nice meal. He had the decency to wait for me to finish my food without being asked to, before he took out his cigarettes and asked me if I minded.
So gentlemanly, right?
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Madness. All around me. Changes I don't think I am willing to accept. But I think I'll be forced to accept them anyway. What choice do I have?
I made a new friend, lost an old one, and heard some news that might seriously jeapordize my relationship with Lazychoo.
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Introducing my new friend, Nicholas.
Very charming. Very sweet. Very much in love with good food (as do I), and chilling out with friends.
Initially he reminds me of Mr Cockroach. With his small frame and spectacles, and formal shirt and pants he was almost an exact replica of Mr Cockroach.
However, I was soon to find out that he's so much better a person that Mr Cockroach. He's very sweet (like I said before) and very charming (also like I said before), has excellent manners (I'm a little fussy about that), a gentleman and a very good chit chat buddy.
We giggled and asked each other weird questions out of the blue over a simple but very nice meal. He had the decency to wait for me to finish my food without being asked to, before he took out his cigarettes and asked me if I minded.
So gentlemanly, right?
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An emotionally draining conversation
"i am attracted to you
not only sexually
but intelligence
looks"
"am i?"
"you are to me?"
*******
"You
have a girlfriend.
treasure her."
"what makes you think i dont?"
"well
i treasure my boyfriend, so i don't allow my heart to stray"
"a potentially sexual magnetic field, can only make the two magnets meet each other, if they want to? "
"and if i find people attractive, i avoid them so i won't be tempted."
"if your heart can be controlled by your mind, rationality overriding emotionality, congrats"
"it's more of don't want to do things that i know i will regret"
"you know you will regret?
thats the big question mark
how you know?"
"i don't want things to get way out of hand and after it all, look back and regret that i threw away something so precious.
i just do.
i can't say i understand you well,
but after sessions of talking cock and heart to heart chatting, i more or less know your attitude towards love
and i know, we're entirely different people.
it will only end in tears and a horrible image of each other
why not just keep that good image to wank off to? "
"haha
true true
what you say is true"
"ah la la la
ktv"
"no."
"xiao qi."
" "Intrigue; desire; The richness of life lies in the memories we have forgotten. says:
and if i find people attractive, i avoid them so i won't be tempted." "
"knew you were going to quote that.
well, most of the people i avoid are not my close friends:
they don't know me well.
you, however
i don't want to lose you
that's why i don't want to lead you on either.
i don't want to hurt you:
because you're my friend.
understand?
i know what i said may be harsh,
but it'll be better in the long run.
much better than leading you on and then thrashing you onto the floor, right?"
"haha dun worry:
i understand
dun need to explain more
some words are better left unsaid"
"ah well."
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Found another gem
From April's blog.
"Come on, marriage is not a test where you take and you get to qualify for if your love reaches a certain stage. We can get married to someone we don't love at all and it's still a marriage. We are not married and that's not becuz we don't love each other enough or we are not sure about each other, it's about timing and financial stability among other factors. I get upset when people judge relationships like we are only fooling around and isn't committed just because we have not signed on the dotted line. Its sad that a lot of other people also seems to think that way."
April is currently overseas studying, and from reading her blog we're all sharing in her pain of seperation with her boyfriend, seeing as how very much in love they are.
I totally agree with her on this thing, although different couples have different situations so this may not be true for all.
People put too much emphasis on a piece of paper.
From April's blog.
"Come on, marriage is not a test where you take and you get to qualify for if your love reaches a certain stage. We can get married to someone we don't love at all and it's still a marriage. We are not married and that's not becuz we don't love each other enough or we are not sure about each other, it's about timing and financial stability among other factors. I get upset when people judge relationships like we are only fooling around and isn't committed just because we have not signed on the dotted line. Its sad that a lot of other people also seems to think that way."
April is currently overseas studying, and from reading her blog we're all sharing in her pain of seperation with her boyfriend, seeing as how very much in love they are.
I totally agree with her on this thing, although different couples have different situations so this may not be true for all.
People put too much emphasis on a piece of paper.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Dilemma
Warning: I am in a too-lan mood right now. I can and will shoot anyone and everyone within shooting distance.
I was on eBay today and bought this dress.
This costs 25USD.
Gorgeous, eh? The top's actually a corset, so I can make it curve any way I want.
However, I found these other two items that caught my eye and won't let go.
This spunky unique zebra striped dress,
This costs 16.90USD.
And this awesome kinky leather corset.
This costs 19.90USD.
I'm kind of in a dilemma right now because I can't tear my eyes off these two, and seeing that the first dress is already siphoning off 25USD plus shipping and postage, which translate into a total of about $60 over bucks.
So now, I must decide which one to take and which one to let go. I really can't make up my mind. Anyone has any opinions?
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Excerpt from Leann Rimes' "How Do I Live"
"How do I get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything good in my life"
I am so blardy pissed with this song right now. Why?
1) Lazychoo uses this ringtone as his wake-up alarm every morning. Mostly I get to hear it because he usually sleeps through until I pull off his blankets.
2) This song is not meant for Lazychoo. There are sporadic contradictions to him in the lyrics. Let me digress:
"Oh I, I need you in my arms Need you to hold" In this case, need, in Lazychoo's own words means "...don't want and hate it so much but still must have. I hate work so much and I wish not to go to work. But still have to ... because I need to."
Which makes it in his understanding that the singer hates the object of her affection so much but must have him in her arms. I wonder if this makes sense to him.
And a second digression. Lazychoo can do perfectly fine without me. He doesn't even have to ask the question "how do I live without you".
Ok I'm being moody and bitter. So bite me.
Warning: I am in a too-lan mood right now. I can and will shoot anyone and everyone within shooting distance.
I was on eBay today and bought this dress.
This costs 25USD.
Gorgeous, eh? The top's actually a corset, so I can make it curve any way I want.
However, I found these other two items that caught my eye and won't let go.
This spunky unique zebra striped dress,
This costs 16.90USD.
And this awesome kinky leather corset.
This costs 19.90USD.
I'm kind of in a dilemma right now because I can't tear my eyes off these two, and seeing that the first dress is already siphoning off 25USD plus shipping and postage, which translate into a total of about $60 over bucks.
So now, I must decide which one to take and which one to let go. I really can't make up my mind. Anyone has any opinions?
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Excerpt from Leann Rimes' "How Do I Live"
"How do I get through one night without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
You're my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave
Baby, you would take away everything good in my life"
I am so blardy pissed with this song right now. Why?
1) Lazychoo uses this ringtone as his wake-up alarm every morning. Mostly I get to hear it because he usually sleeps through until I pull off his blankets.
2) This song is not meant for Lazychoo. There are sporadic contradictions to him in the lyrics. Let me digress:
"Oh I, I need you in my arms Need you to hold" In this case, need, in Lazychoo's own words means "...don't want and hate it so much but still must have. I hate work so much and I wish not to go to work. But still have to ... because I need to."
Which makes it in his understanding that the singer hates the object of her affection so much but must have him in her arms. I wonder if this makes sense to him.
And a second digression. Lazychoo can do perfectly fine without me. He doesn't even have to ask the question "how do I live without you".
Ok I'm being moody and bitter. So bite me.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
A Quote
Was reading through JS's blog today and found a gem.
"Die early or late, I want to die chasing what I want, instead of chasing what everyone else is chasing after."
"Freedom...... you'll be free if you choose to."
"Wearing a watch that costs $5k and one that costs $5 bucks, they both tell time. One makes the rich richer, the other makes you look pale in status. That's all."
My sentiments exactly.
Was reading through JS's blog today and found a gem.
"Die early or late, I want to die chasing what I want, instead of chasing what everyone else is chasing after."
"Freedom...... you'll be free if you choose to."
"Wearing a watch that costs $5k and one that costs $5 bucks, they both tell time. One makes the rich richer, the other makes you look pale in status. That's all."
My sentiments exactly.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Happy April Fool's Everyone!
Ok, here's to clear the air. Was actually going to do this tomorrow to see who else I can prank, but Lazychoo's been giving me the face all day because I played this joke on everyone (except Anthony, he got the "I'm pregnant" joke). I think it's a way too sensitive topic for him.
Anyway, just for the record, Lazychoo and I are NOT getting married, and we probably never will be.
So yea, Andrew and Alexander got fooled! April Fools! Anthony and Yuffie saw through the plot, and Mr Anonymous too. Congrats! You're not fools!
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I am so going to regret this later on when I cool off.
Ok this is just me being pissed off.
"One person go to the wedding banquet better la, because only need to give one person's amount of ang pow money." So in this sense, one person going out with friends would be better, because you only have to pay for one person's dinner, one person's movie tickets, one person's whatever shit that needs money?
*POST EDITED*
Post was made in delirious state. Realized I shouldn't have been so harsh. Argh.
Bah humbug!
Ok, here's to clear the air. Was actually going to do this tomorrow to see who else I can prank, but Lazychoo's been giving me the face all day because I played this joke on everyone (except Anthony, he got the "I'm pregnant" joke). I think it's a way too sensitive topic for him.
Anyway, just for the record, Lazychoo and I are NOT getting married, and we probably never will be.
So yea, Andrew and Alexander got fooled! April Fools! Anthony and Yuffie saw through the plot, and Mr Anonymous too. Congrats! You're not fools!
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I am so going to regret this later on when I cool off.
Ok this is just me being pissed off.
"One person go to the wedding banquet better la, because only need to give one person's amount of ang pow money." So in this sense, one person going out with friends would be better, because you only have to pay for one person's dinner, one person's movie tickets, one person's whatever shit that needs money?
*POST EDITED*
Post was made in delirious state. Realized I shouldn't have been so harsh. Argh.
Bah humbug!
Friday, March 30, 2007
A rider's risk
To all riders.
Please. Please be careful when you ride.
I just read through the blog of the sister of one of my friends, who's currently still undergoing therapy since an awful accident in November last year.
Hart's Angels
He's recently well enough to be transferred home from the hospital, and hopefully he'll be laughing and joking with us like he used to do. Soon.
However, Hans is still in coma. Hasn't woken up since.
So please, riders, do be careful.
To all riders.
Please. Please be careful when you ride.
I just read through the blog of the sister of one of my friends, who's currently still undergoing therapy since an awful accident in November last year.
Hart's Angels
He's recently well enough to be transferred home from the hospital, and hopefully he'll be laughing and joking with us like he used to do. Soon.
However, Hans is still in coma. Hasn't woken up since.
So please, riders, do be careful.
Zodiacs
Bunch of bullshit.
What zodiacs and horoscopes do is to find some annoying knack of majority of the people and stick it in repeatedly in different zodiacs. People identify with these annoying knacks, so proclaim the horoscopes to be true.
The only reason I don't really mind them is because we have recently entered into the age of the Aquarius. Yours truly. You can start calling me "Your Majesty" and deliver chocolates to my abode from now on.
Anyway.
Are you a loner? Jealous and possessive? Loyal to friends? Dislike annoying people? Then you must be a kukubirdian. Kukubirdians are generally general people. They secretly harbour grudges against people who've hurt them, putting on a front of not caring. They can never have enough money. They like sex. Lots of it. And they have semi-messy houses.
Is this true? If you believe in horoscopes made up god-knows-how-long ago by people who are eating snake during work, you'd believe this. You're a kukubirdian.
Heh.
However, friend of mine, Azly Jacaz (make fun of his name and I'll kill you) recently posted up a contraversial zodiac reading on the friendster bulletin that highly amused me. In his reading (I think it was copied from a book written by a cynical author tired of life) the zodiacs are unabashedly in-your-face-you-lousy-person frank.
You don't really have to believe what it says, because frankly most of them are just generalized anyway and when compared to actual people I know, totally not true.
Just look for your signs, sit back, relax, and have a good laugh at your own expense. Sorry Librans, somehow he left Libra out of the list. Lucky you.
Aquarius
January 20-February 18
You are a chilly, detached, eccentric loner, with perverse voyeuristic habits and a shard of ice in your heart. You're aloof, arrogant, distant and offbeat. You are insulated in your own world and don't feel the consequences of your words or actions. You observe everyone else and never react spontaneously to any experience. Whatever you're doing, the inner you is busy making observations and taking notes. You don't do routine or reliable. You want to be needed but won't ever admit you need someone.
You are cranky and surly when it would be more productive to be charming and cooperative. You are cold and standoffish to your family, and kind and forgiving to your drinking buddies because they make you feel superior. You signal your contrariness by dressing in eccentric clothes to ensure that we all recognize your fascinating otherness.
You get out of doing all the dull stuff by acting too absentminded, intellectual and otherworldly. People believe you are irresistible and don't mind doing things for you. You pretend you have important work to do and can't be bothered. You are the king of one-liners and vicious sarcasm. You do not do violence or physical contact, preferring to set phasers on stun from an accurately computed distance. You always go for mind games instead of war games.
You come across as an icon of cool, too glamorously ironic to be contaminated by the despicable neediness of the rest of the zodiac. Every time you get near a spontaneous outburst, you activate the defensive shields, so you can look on untouched while others tear themselves apart. It's logical, but also sterile and emotionless. You have never had emotionally unprotected sex or been swept away by lust. This means you are always in control, which is good, but it also means you can get bored and fidgety. You are unlikely to have a long-term partner. You despise clingy dependents just as much as you loathe jealous control freaks.
In social settings, you seem to always be in the center commanding attention by talking about cool stuff you want everyone to think you know all about. People think you are friendly because you hang around with so many groups, but in reality, that is because you need a large enough statistical sample to make your data collection viable. You are bored by any individual's feelings and sometimes duck out of the party, not because you like your privacy but because you are taking a moment to write up your field notes on your observations. Weak people drain you, so you occasionally need to get away to recharge.
At work, you can figure out the operating system of any job in about 10 seconds. You're never on time, customize your uniform and hate being overseen. Bosses hate you because they know you could do their job in your sleep. Colleagues are awed by your insolent independence, but get upset when they come across the notebook listing all their quirks, catchphrases and secrets they told you in confidence because you seemed so nice and friendly.
Your home is a virtual reality, complete with books, papers, posters, computer peripherals, gadgets, experiments, chalkboard and a cat (cats love you.)
Pisces
February 19-March 20
Pisces is a slippery, manipulative, unreliable reality-dodger with delusions of adequacy and an addiction to sentimentality and self-destruction. You have candy-colored dreams in which you are the hero/heroine who saves the day, asking nothing but everlasting gratitude and unconditional love in return. You want to make it all better for the sad and inadequate. But, deep down, your vicarious wallowing gets in the way of what you think you want to do and who you want to help. If by chance you do manage to get anyone back on their feet and they start succeeding at life, you get insanely jealous and start pricking their self-esteem.
Your natural habitat is murky emotional depths, where you drift about vaguely, moaning about the intolerable pressure the world puts you under. Because you have the willpower of a marshmallow, whenever you feel cosmically hard done by, you climb into a bottle or book a vacation in Fantasia. You appear to be helpless and put upon, but you're not. You know the manipulative value of martyrdom and suicide threats.
Anyone who has to deal with you should always carry a tape recorder, for anything mutually agreed two minutes ago, you will deny utterly two minutes later. You set out on a sentence full of optimism and jollity; by the time you get to the end of the sentence, you are one with Eeyore and everyone else has lost the will to live. What you want now is never what you will want in one minute, or what you did want three minutes ago. You have no persistence of vision. You will occasionally have a red flash of ambition, but unfocused is more your style.
Pisces have no armor and can't risk a straightforward fight, so you rely onmanipulation and the tyranny of the weak instead.
In the bedroom, you love for someone to take charge. You want to be played with and used. You enjoy role playing. It's not for the sex (although you quite like sex and 90 seconds is plenty long enough for your attention span). You do it to stop being yourself and dissolve into someone else and to abase yourself and make someone else responsible for you. You are tooth-achingly sentimental. Lovers shrink before the collection of 2,000 cuddly toys in your bedroom and go red in the face at the thought of the pet names you give them. You always confuse sex with love and affection, (which is why Scorpio always fools you.)
If things are the least bit difficult in a relationship, if you feel pressured, or if a better offer comes by, you simply drift off. You never feel guilty because it's always someone else's fault.
Quantity is the only thing that will absorb all the neediness you pump out, and that will generate enough energy to replace all that you absorb, so you swim around with a huge school of acquaintances. Because you have a nano-attention span, and can't be bothered to do any work on existing relationships, you are always looking for a New Best Friend. You target the sick, ugly, outcast, or psychologically damaged because you think they will be grateful and fulfill some of your many needs. At the same time, you need a hero to feed off of, who will let you be a doormat so that you can get yourself off the boring hook of personal responsibility.
Brightsiders claim you're a romantic, but you're just a sentimental drifter. You float in and out of relationships without a second thought, pulled by the strongest current.
In work, you are typically labeled as creative, but that's just a fancy description for unemployable. You tend to drift at work. You may stare blankly at a wall for hours, waiting for inspiration, or close your eyes to awaitthe muse. Your lack of energy and coordination, and a pig-headed adolescent determination to buck the system, don't help. When you are not praised extravagantly for the work you have done, you feel hard done by, sulk, bitch, and go to the bar for the rest of the day or week. Yet you are ambitiousand want to get on, as long as it does not involve doing anything.
Aries
March 21-April 19
Aries is a loud, overconfident, aggressive thug with way too many Y chromosomes and a will of titanium and granite. You are all about "me-time" and don't really care how anyone goes about giving it to you. You're greedy, aggressive, argumentative, restless, willful, confrontational, headstrong and elf-obsessed. You are the zodiac's permanently enraged adolescent. You have a "problem with authority." You are not subtle. No one will ever find you sitting quietly brooding or pondering. You blunder through the world, looking for new frontiers to smash. Nobody tells an Aries what to do. You have never willingly finished anything in your life. You're just one big booster rocket, all fired up for blastoff, and falling away as soon as your boredom threshold is reached. Some of you can't even get to the end of a sentence before moving on.
Pathologically, addictively competitive, you have to come first in everything and you will do anything to win, as your concept of fair play means that you triumph. If you want to say something nasty about someone, you don't sneak around. You just open your mouth and blast away. Aries is typically a bloodlusty, violent braggart. You don't tolerate opposition or even a mild difference of opinion.
Sex is just another extreme sport as far as you are concerned. You don't like to waste time. Foreplay is for wimps. You are strictly a notches-on-the-bedpost kind of person. You always need to be told that you are the first and best lover you're partner's ever had. Your affairs burn with a gemlike flame for several days, during which time you are extravagantly possessive and jealous every time your prey steps out for a comfort break. Lust does not quench your competitive spirit. You have to do it harder, faster, longer and quicker than anybody else.
In love and relationships, once you get the prize, you wander off to find a new challenge. You have very few friends because people refuse to do everything you say, admire your every action and not criticize anything you do. You have to be in control at any social event, even when you're a guest. You insist on running your friends' and family's lives for them. Plus, you get ragingly jealous if any of your friends demonstrates the slightest ability to do anything better than you. If that occurs, you are forced to cut them loose and acquire new friends. You fall in love hard and often, but out of love just as frequently.
In work, you have to run the show. You think you know better than anyone else how to do the job. You are hired for your energy, direction and drive; however, you come in, shout with confidence, act aggressively, meanwhile alienating the workforce and tearing down old systems. You don't put in anything new in place, though. Brash, crass, and insensitive, you are a nightmare to work with because you never listen, are morbidly competitive, throw hissy fits and you can't stand being told what to do. If for some reason you do get fired, you go on a rampage of revenge.
At home, you are obsessed with gadgets and see no reason to tidy up. You are a junkyard transitional. You never knowingly finish a renovation job. The color that suits you best is red.
Taurus
April 20-May 20
A stubborn, sybaritic, rut-bound bully, fueled by dull resentment and an insatiable love of money. A taurus is a hidebound, reactionary Ubermaterialist, superglued into a rut several feet deep. You are obstinate and an opinionated authoritarian. What you really like is stuff: in your mouth, on your plate, in your bank, in your bed, in the bag. You stubbornly refuse to accept the folk wisdom that tells us we can't always get what we want. And when you've got stuff, you hold on to it with a grip that it would be laughable to describe as viselike. Possessive seems too weak a word. And the evil spawn of possessiveness is murderous jealousy and resentment. You are possessive, jealous and resentful of the people in your life too. You timetable their every hour and always want to know where they are.
Your pig-headed obstinancy, obdurate opinions, and refusal to change are a result of a lack of imagination. Your little bully brain can't compute more than two variables at once, so when faced with something complex or unusual, you go rigid and do what you have always done. Often that is nothing, so you tend to get buried alive by avalanches you refuse to notice. What softens your tough hide is your self-indulgent hedonism. Your favorite deadly sin is greed.
Taureans don't get much hassle; standing still, looking solid, usually does it for you. You can only be prodded into action if your food or money supply is threatened.
In bed, once you've learned how to make the earth move, you just keep on singing the same old song. It gives a whole new meaning to the word "rutting." Lovers have suffocated from boredom in your bed. You resent any attempt to bring a little novelty or spontaneity into the routine. Show you a Kama Sutra and you'd try to eat it. When you've got someone, you hang on to them. Even if your lover tries all 50 ways to leave, you still follow them around bellowing piteously. This is called stalking.
You usually stand alone. You have friends, but they are those whom you meet in the same place, the same time, on the same day of every month. Everybody always does what you want to do; you think this is because they agree with your choice. In fact they are being pragmatic; they just know your Olympic obduracy. In marriage, you make it very clear that it's going to be your way or nothing.
In work, you have always steered clear of anything marked vocation or social conscience, because the only thing you care about is the paycheck. This means you will do more or less anything, as long as you don't have to respond to emergencies or get too sweaty. Colleagues soon learn not to walk on your patch of carpet, never to rearrange the ornaments on your desk, and never ever to use your special mug. They also learn not to ask you for a decision unless they have a month hidden in the job schedule.
On vacations, you tend to go to the same places you've always went. You are addicted to guided tours.
Gemini
May 21-June 21
Gemini is an unreliable, rouguish sociopath with a light finger and the attention span of a hyperactive mayfly. You have a facade of sincerity; underneath that layer is a cold-eyed, cold-hearted, bad-mouthing, two-faced, reckless rumormonger who scavenges information to use to shaft someone later. There is no cunning so low you can't limbo under it; no scam so complex that you can't get your devious, slippery mind around it. Con artistry is a game to you. Yet in spite of all your conning and conniving, you are never satisfied with what you get, are you? To block out gloomy notions that you might be missing out on something better, you have to be entertained at all times, otherwise you might get bored. Ritalin is your friend.
You are in a permanent midlife crisis of your own making: a discontented self-obsessed commitment-phobe who refuses to grow up. You are irresponsible, inconsistent, impractical, immature and incorringible. You are the zodiac's bitch queen. You deliver lightning rapier zigzags with sparkling wit and style. You tend to prefer the long knife slid between the ribs to noisy confrontation in which you might get hurt. You move so fast that you leave enemies lashing out at your shadow.
As your gonads are wired to your head, not your heart, you love sex because it's a game you're really good at. You must never be bored in bed. A lot of your sex takes place in unusual places or situations. You always like a nice old-fashioned orgy, because when dullness rears its head, you just move right over. The best sex for you when pleasuring one lover while flirting with the next two over their shoulder. You blarney your way into the hearts of many and then move on. You don't dump though; you prefer to keep your options always open. Your relationships are about quantity not quality. You were born to network and can't live without a swarm of lovers. You are a professional flirt. Your idea of commitment is restricting yourself to three or four concurrent partners.
Your native instinct to deceive and dissemble means that you survive well in the workplace. You clamber up the ladder easily with your charm. Your weapons of choice are gossip and blackmail. You expend a lot of energy arranging things so that you can get maximum reward for minimum effort.
Cancer
June 22-July 22
Cancer is a grumpy, secretive, passive-aggressive grudge hoarder, with bipolar mood swings and a positive genius for pointless worrying. You are grumpy, moody, wingy, snappy, graceless, gloomy, grudge-encrusted, devious and fretful. You distrust life and have no faith in the future. To build immunity against fate's random cruelty, you look for homeopathic doses of gloom wherever you scuttle. You well up over anything lonely and hopeless. You love to whine about everything and everyone and are shamelessly addicted to other's misfortune.
You remember everything nasty anybody ever said about you. You never give away your own emotional secrets. People think you are shy and diffident and you work hard to promote that illusion, but in reality, you are afraid people might use your secrets against you. You don't do confrontation; sniping and preemptive defense are your preferred attack modes. Only a very lost cause or a slight to a family member's honor will get a Cancer to fight.
You can only really relate to someone if you feel needed. You can make lovers and friends feel permanently guilty without them ever knowing why. What you like best is attaching yourself to someone who has made it clear that they are unavailable long-term and then pining when they leave you. Crabs of all genders suffer from the Mistress Syndrome. You play hard to get with sex. Your lovers are blinded by lust so they keep trying to get through your impenetrable barrier. You know that deferred gratification is the key to keeping people hanging on. When you do finally let someone have their way with you, you lay in a frenzy of passion-slaying worry...will the bed creak? Will I still love you tomorrow? Have I put the cat out? You never give up on ex-lovers. You also never dump in a relationship. You make yourself even grumpier, moodier and more depressed than usual so that they want to leave you. Ex-lovers have to emigrate, marry someone else and die before you will accept that it is over.
Bosses like you because you work hard. You work harder and longer than anyone else because then you can feel hard done by and can bewail your sorry lot in life. You also like a job for which you are overqualified so that you can feel superior and tell everybody else what to do.
Your home is full of stuff. You keep everything. Clutter is your forte' You often share your home with the destitute, misfits and refugees, not because you particularly care for them, but because you simply don't notice them hanging around amidst all your stuff.
Leo
July 23-August 22
Leo is vain, arrogant, bossy, boastful and condescending with an all-pervasive addiction to unconditional sycophancy. All Leos are kings, yet inside your hollow crown, you know that you are an arrogant, intolerant, patronizing pompous, self-centered bully, a snob, and a drama queen. You are still stuck in your terrible twos and you can't really believe you're getting away with it. You live in fear that someone will find out you're not who you say you are and take away your crown. You absolutely have to be adored by everybody all the time. This lust for adoration is often your downfall because you are very easily flattered and believe every word. You fail to notice that while you are blissing out, others are usurping your powers. You can't hear the plotting behind the ones who are adoring you, so you can be very easily manipulated.
You expect the world to revolve around you and plunge into a sulk if it doesn't. You are never, ever wrong and you have people who have been trained to keep it looking that way. Your number one sin is pride. Leos do not fight. They have an army for that kind of thing. Right is always on your side, so any fights you get into are always unprovoked.
Leo sex is about performance and applause. To you, intimate passion is not necessarily just you and your partner. Mirrors and a satellite uplink are basic requirements. The bigger the audience, the better. You focus on style and posturing so much that you fail to notice your partner has gone to sleep. You would be better off with a harem. You don't do relationships well. You instead have a group of alliances or worshipers. You are a condescending snob. You ally yourself with people that make you look good. If people displease you, you drop them without an explanation. In any romance, you initiate the game. It is conducted at your command.
In work, you're the boss, or at least you have to appear to be. You don't work well unless you're in charge. You may appear to be a workaholic, but really you are only good at face time; you can be titanically lazy.
Virgo
August 23-September 22
Virgo is a peevish, hypercritical anal-retentive, with an obsession for sterile perfectionism and a pedantic fetish for detail. Virgos are famous for telling it like it is. You are just as laceratingly tough on yourself as you are on the rest of the world, only on the inside where no one sees it.
You are a negative, tiny-hearted fusspot obsessed with detail, who does nothing but carp and criticize. You secretly fear that you might be wrong, but won't admit it. You despise the weak. Your first impressions are cast in stone. You're a sucker for cults, faux gurus and food fads. You are a stickler for order and will not tolerate anything out of place, either at your own house or at another's.
In love you are either a high-maintenance tease or a bunny-boiler. Sex is by the book and overanalyzed afterwards. You never dump a lover. You always want to talk about it, to point out the faults of the other. No one can live up to your fusspot perfectionism, not even you.
You love work and are the perfect lackey. Bosses like you because you'll come in at a moment's notice. It's not the money, it's the status and respect you crave. And if you don't feel valued, you avenge yourself with spite, sarcasm, bitchery, backbiting, gossipmongering, petty politicking and snitching.
Scorpio
October 23 - November 21
Scorpio is an obsessive, possessive manipulator with an unquenchable lust for power and a penchant for degradation. Scorpios are power-crazed, brooding, obsessional, ruthless, intense, sexy sadists. The Scorpio darkside is darker than the rest, almost out of the dark into a whole other dimension, a kind of soul-sucking meta-dark, where suddenly the words "evil" and "mastermind" seem inadequate. There is no sin, depravity, perversion, cruelty, degradation or villainy they wouldn't consider. You may never carry out your desires because you are a control supremo and find that it's sometimes even more exquisite and refined to deny yourself than to indulge. You are analytical and calculating. You have never been known to apologize for anything, since it would make you look weak; nor do you grant second chances. If people let you down, they're nonpersons and are completely shunned. If it wasn't for your self-destructive streak and obsession with sex, the rest of us would be in trouble because you will stop at nothing to get what you want. You can always be distracted by lust. Your deadly sin is your lust: lust for power, lust for money, lust for status, lust for revenge, lust for other bodies, lust for your own.
In sex, there is nothing you won't try. You love sex-lots of it, at any time, anywhere: straight, deviant, and downright weird, because you know that sex is power. Sex with you is intense, passionate and erotic. But, it's the sex you love, not the one you're with. Of course, while you are often almost blind with lust, you are always in control in any relationship, and sex is on your terms. You might want serial one night stands. You might want intense, constant, obsessional sex with a single lust-slave. You might even want to show how in control you are and give up sex altogether for a life of celibacy. Regardless, the choice is always yours, never the partner's.
You are well aware of the difference between love and sex (which is why you make really hot sex-workers and bonk-buddies), but you don't care if others aren't. The world is littered with Scorpio discards (usually Pisceans) who believed that a 12-hour lustfest meant it was time to start choosing drapes.
Most people are scared of you. They just do what you say. You are not a natural socializer. You have lots of acquaintances but only a few close friends, whom you have chosen because they are loyal and noncompetitive. You never forget and forgive. You can have a long-term relationship, but are jealous and possessive and always read secret diaries. You must be the dominant partner.
In work, you are a raging competitor. You do your job, keep your ears open and your eyes down, pick up all the contacts, techniques, and inside info you need, then go off and set up your own empire. Once you've trashed the opposition, you get bored and move on to something else. Your favorite color is black. Your home is often sparse of furnishings and extremely tidy.
Saggitarius
November 22-December 21
You are reckless, tactless and an obnoxious oaf with a morbid fear of restraint and an addiction to losing your shirt. You are brash, crass, loudmouthed and impetuous, but not stupid. You know that if you look remorseful enough, odds are you'll get away with any kind of naughtiness. You are a mindless hooligan and game for anything risky, violent and pointless. No one keeps you on a tight rein, or any rein at all. You crash your way through any barriers. You run from commitments. You tell it like it is without waiting to be asked. You can't keep secrets. You're not here to live only once; you live twice and then some. Whatever you do, you take it to the limit and push it over the edge. Gambling is your biggest vice. You love to fight, preferably within a large crowd. Sometimes you don't even care how or why it started as long as you're in the middle of it. You're a loose cannon.
Your sex life is rigorous, adventurous, energetic and enthusiastic. You love sex and exert so much overzealous passion that you often leave your partners spent and breathless. You want your partner to feel loved during sex so you make kind sentiments of love to them but rarely follow through with it after the sex is over. You want to have sexual adventures with as many people as possible. You can not be tethered. You don't do well with routine and boredom, so you bolt, usually in the middle of the night.
In social gatherings, you are the relentless life of the party. Careless and indiscriminate, you will relate to anybody, but not for long, just in case they try to tie you down. You have affairs because you can't resist adventures.
You're not lazy at work. You tend to get bored easily so typically run three or four jobs at once. If stuck in an office, you will play pranks out of boredom. You tend to be a risk to employers because of your hyperactivity. You often crash at a friend's house because you either don't have a home of your own or don't really care to go there. Home to you is wherever you throw your hat. You never stay anywhere for long.
Capricorn
December 22-January 19
You are a cold, cruel, petty minded slave driver with unsuspected yet unquenchable ambition and an addiction to tightfisted penny-pinching. You are mean, miserly, cold-hearted, self-opinionated, petty, negative, unforgiving and pessimistic. You seem ultra-respectable and old-at-heart on the outside while claiming to be insecure. You have the stamina and relentlessness to push people until they give in and follow your way. You hate to be teased, embarrassed or made to look undignified. You'd do absolutely anything to preserve your social status. You'd also prefer to keep your ruthless, pathological ambition under wraps.
The formal, conventional pinstripes and stiff manner are all a front to cover your mischievous lechery and anarchic goings-on. It's possible you make deals with the devil. You are extremely strong-willed, stern and stifling. You're like a machine. Your goal in life is to maintain order, propriety and respectability.
You avoid direct physical violence, preferring purges and show trials instead. You crack down hard on deviant thought, and action taken in defense of the status quo is always justified.
Your sex life is mundane and repetitive. Your typical sex session is just that...typical. It's rare for you to venture out beyond your boundaries and constraints. In fact you'd prefer to be doing other far more important things; however, every once in a while, the inner goat can be glimpsed. You have a notoriously unquenchable lust and randiness that you keep repressed. You don't dump in a relationship, unless you've been betrayed, in which your never-ending revenge is terrible. Most of the time, the object of your affection never knows they've caught your eye. You despise flirting and never say the L-word unless you have to.
You are not a party-goer. You don't waste time on having fun. You've given up on friends because they don't appreciate your help. You do understand the need for a social ladder. Since you crave status and respectability, you will cultivate useful acquaintances, even shady characters that shouldn't be trusted or liked. You approve of marriage because it is financially sensible. What's love got to do with it?
You impress your boss by arriving early and leaving late. Others in the office make fun of you, but you get back at them by trampling over them, using their ideas and making yourself look better to the people in charge. Your goal at work is power, not glory. You want to be the decision maker and executive so you can make the office miserable for the people who laughed at you. Your home is only open to business contacts. Friends are not invited and are only allowed inside if they are respectable looking.
*UPDATED 02/04/07 with the latest inclusion of Libra*
Libra
September 23-October 22
You are vain, shallow and petulant. You are a spendthrift with an unerring eye for style over substance and a lifelong dedication to the quest for an easy meal ticket. You are superficial and shrewd, made of vanity, fickleness, idleness, extremes, follies, whims and inconsistencies. Underneath your vacant smile, you are an antsy malcontent, restlessly searching for satiation. When stuff doesn't satisfy your need, you turn to people. You simply can't help using people and they fall over themselves to let you. Underneath the ditzy surface is a double entry bookkeeper. You have a column for favors out and one for favors in. The books are balanced daily and you are quick to collect debt from those who owe you. You're not the sweet, helpless little cupcake you want everyone to think you are. You love the feeling of power. You're the zodiac's drag queen, a masculine sign that outclasses its inner girlie when it comes to frocking up and what were once known as feminine wiles.
You can not make a decision. You play for time, gathering data, in the hopes that rather than having to make a decision or choice, you can end up with both options. Librans don't fight. They might rip up their Armani. The tend to stand back and hold the coats. You are never sure which side it is to your advantage to be on, so you always wait to see who's won.
In sex, you are easy and teasy. You flatter and flirt, fondle and kiss, and make boudoir eyes at your prey; but you don't do unbridled lust because that would make you sweaty and out of control. You do sex because it's better than working, not because you can't help yourself.
If you find yourself with someone not suitable, you simply make them over. You are always with the one you love, because the love of your life is you. You are your own soulmate. You are in love with the power of love and what it can get you. You do great with marriages of convenience.
Your style of work is one that doesn't actually involve working. Your work tools of choice are lethal charm, power flirting and high caliber manipulation. You often get other people to foot the bill.
---------------- And a note from the man himself,
Ok that's the end of it lest there's an undiscovered hybrid of new horoscopes.
Please note that I didn't write all these so don't credit me. The person that you should credit is a female earthling called Stella Hyde who written the book, "Darkside Zodiacs".
I think she's a scorpio by the way this was written.
K i'm out.
AJ
Bunch of bullshit.
What zodiacs and horoscopes do is to find some annoying knack of majority of the people and stick it in repeatedly in different zodiacs. People identify with these annoying knacks, so proclaim the horoscopes to be true.
The only reason I don't really mind them is because we have recently entered into the age of the Aquarius. Yours truly. You can start calling me "Your Majesty" and deliver chocolates to my abode from now on.
Anyway.
Are you a loner? Jealous and possessive? Loyal to friends? Dislike annoying people? Then you must be a kukubirdian. Kukubirdians are generally general people. They secretly harbour grudges against people who've hurt them, putting on a front of not caring. They can never have enough money. They like sex. Lots of it. And they have semi-messy houses.
Is this true? If you believe in horoscopes made up god-knows-how-long ago by people who are eating snake during work, you'd believe this. You're a kukubirdian.
Heh.
However, friend of mine, Azly Jacaz (make fun of his name and I'll kill you) recently posted up a contraversial zodiac reading on the friendster bulletin that highly amused me. In his reading (I think it was copied from a book written by a cynical author tired of life) the zodiacs are unabashedly in-your-face-you-lousy-person frank.
You don't really have to believe what it says, because frankly most of them are just generalized anyway and when compared to actual people I know, totally not true.
Just look for your signs, sit back, relax, and have a good laugh at your own expense. Sorry Librans, somehow he left Libra out of the list. Lucky you.
Aquarius
January 20-February 18
You are a chilly, detached, eccentric loner, with perverse voyeuristic habits and a shard of ice in your heart. You're aloof, arrogant, distant and offbeat. You are insulated in your own world and don't feel the consequences of your words or actions. You observe everyone else and never react spontaneously to any experience. Whatever you're doing, the inner you is busy making observations and taking notes. You don't do routine or reliable. You want to be needed but won't ever admit you need someone.
You are cranky and surly when it would be more productive to be charming and cooperative. You are cold and standoffish to your family, and kind and forgiving to your drinking buddies because they make you feel superior. You signal your contrariness by dressing in eccentric clothes to ensure that we all recognize your fascinating otherness.
You get out of doing all the dull stuff by acting too absentminded, intellectual and otherworldly. People believe you are irresistible and don't mind doing things for you. You pretend you have important work to do and can't be bothered. You are the king of one-liners and vicious sarcasm. You do not do violence or physical contact, preferring to set phasers on stun from an accurately computed distance. You always go for mind games instead of war games.
You come across as an icon of cool, too glamorously ironic to be contaminated by the despicable neediness of the rest of the zodiac. Every time you get near a spontaneous outburst, you activate the defensive shields, so you can look on untouched while others tear themselves apart. It's logical, but also sterile and emotionless. You have never had emotionally unprotected sex or been swept away by lust. This means you are always in control, which is good, but it also means you can get bored and fidgety. You are unlikely to have a long-term partner. You despise clingy dependents just as much as you loathe jealous control freaks.
In social settings, you seem to always be in the center commanding attention by talking about cool stuff you want everyone to think you know all about. People think you are friendly because you hang around with so many groups, but in reality, that is because you need a large enough statistical sample to make your data collection viable. You are bored by any individual's feelings and sometimes duck out of the party, not because you like your privacy but because you are taking a moment to write up your field notes on your observations. Weak people drain you, so you occasionally need to get away to recharge.
At work, you can figure out the operating system of any job in about 10 seconds. You're never on time, customize your uniform and hate being overseen. Bosses hate you because they know you could do their job in your sleep. Colleagues are awed by your insolent independence, but get upset when they come across the notebook listing all their quirks, catchphrases and secrets they told you in confidence because you seemed so nice and friendly.
Your home is a virtual reality, complete with books, papers, posters, computer peripherals, gadgets, experiments, chalkboard and a cat (cats love you.)
Pisces
February 19-March 20
Pisces is a slippery, manipulative, unreliable reality-dodger with delusions of adequacy and an addiction to sentimentality and self-destruction. You have candy-colored dreams in which you are the hero/heroine who saves the day, asking nothing but everlasting gratitude and unconditional love in return. You want to make it all better for the sad and inadequate. But, deep down, your vicarious wallowing gets in the way of what you think you want to do and who you want to help. If by chance you do manage to get anyone back on their feet and they start succeeding at life, you get insanely jealous and start pricking their self-esteem.
Your natural habitat is murky emotional depths, where you drift about vaguely, moaning about the intolerable pressure the world puts you under. Because you have the willpower of a marshmallow, whenever you feel cosmically hard done by, you climb into a bottle or book a vacation in Fantasia. You appear to be helpless and put upon, but you're not. You know the manipulative value of martyrdom and suicide threats.
Anyone who has to deal with you should always carry a tape recorder, for anything mutually agreed two minutes ago, you will deny utterly two minutes later. You set out on a sentence full of optimism and jollity; by the time you get to the end of the sentence, you are one with Eeyore and everyone else has lost the will to live. What you want now is never what you will want in one minute, or what you did want three minutes ago. You have no persistence of vision. You will occasionally have a red flash of ambition, but unfocused is more your style.
Pisces have no armor and can't risk a straightforward fight, so you rely onmanipulation and the tyranny of the weak instead.
In the bedroom, you love for someone to take charge. You want to be played with and used. You enjoy role playing. It's not for the sex (although you quite like sex and 90 seconds is plenty long enough for your attention span). You do it to stop being yourself and dissolve into someone else and to abase yourself and make someone else responsible for you. You are tooth-achingly sentimental. Lovers shrink before the collection of 2,000 cuddly toys in your bedroom and go red in the face at the thought of the pet names you give them. You always confuse sex with love and affection, (which is why Scorpio always fools you.)
If things are the least bit difficult in a relationship, if you feel pressured, or if a better offer comes by, you simply drift off. You never feel guilty because it's always someone else's fault.
Quantity is the only thing that will absorb all the neediness you pump out, and that will generate enough energy to replace all that you absorb, so you swim around with a huge school of acquaintances. Because you have a nano-attention span, and can't be bothered to do any work on existing relationships, you are always looking for a New Best Friend. You target the sick, ugly, outcast, or psychologically damaged because you think they will be grateful and fulfill some of your many needs. At the same time, you need a hero to feed off of, who will let you be a doormat so that you can get yourself off the boring hook of personal responsibility.
Brightsiders claim you're a romantic, but you're just a sentimental drifter. You float in and out of relationships without a second thought, pulled by the strongest current.
In work, you are typically labeled as creative, but that's just a fancy description for unemployable. You tend to drift at work. You may stare blankly at a wall for hours, waiting for inspiration, or close your eyes to awaitthe muse. Your lack of energy and coordination, and a pig-headed adolescent determination to buck the system, don't help. When you are not praised extravagantly for the work you have done, you feel hard done by, sulk, bitch, and go to the bar for the rest of the day or week. Yet you are ambitiousand want to get on, as long as it does not involve doing anything.
Aries
March 21-April 19
Aries is a loud, overconfident, aggressive thug with way too many Y chromosomes and a will of titanium and granite. You are all about "me-time" and don't really care how anyone goes about giving it to you. You're greedy, aggressive, argumentative, restless, willful, confrontational, headstrong and elf-obsessed. You are the zodiac's permanently enraged adolescent. You have a "problem with authority." You are not subtle. No one will ever find you sitting quietly brooding or pondering. You blunder through the world, looking for new frontiers to smash. Nobody tells an Aries what to do. You have never willingly finished anything in your life. You're just one big booster rocket, all fired up for blastoff, and falling away as soon as your boredom threshold is reached. Some of you can't even get to the end of a sentence before moving on.
Pathologically, addictively competitive, you have to come first in everything and you will do anything to win, as your concept of fair play means that you triumph. If you want to say something nasty about someone, you don't sneak around. You just open your mouth and blast away. Aries is typically a bloodlusty, violent braggart. You don't tolerate opposition or even a mild difference of opinion.
Sex is just another extreme sport as far as you are concerned. You don't like to waste time. Foreplay is for wimps. You are strictly a notches-on-the-bedpost kind of person. You always need to be told that you are the first and best lover you're partner's ever had. Your affairs burn with a gemlike flame for several days, during which time you are extravagantly possessive and jealous every time your prey steps out for a comfort break. Lust does not quench your competitive spirit. You have to do it harder, faster, longer and quicker than anybody else.
In love and relationships, once you get the prize, you wander off to find a new challenge. You have very few friends because people refuse to do everything you say, admire your every action and not criticize anything you do. You have to be in control at any social event, even when you're a guest. You insist on running your friends' and family's lives for them. Plus, you get ragingly jealous if any of your friends demonstrates the slightest ability to do anything better than you. If that occurs, you are forced to cut them loose and acquire new friends. You fall in love hard and often, but out of love just as frequently.
In work, you have to run the show. You think you know better than anyone else how to do the job. You are hired for your energy, direction and drive; however, you come in, shout with confidence, act aggressively, meanwhile alienating the workforce and tearing down old systems. You don't put in anything new in place, though. Brash, crass, and insensitive, you are a nightmare to work with because you never listen, are morbidly competitive, throw hissy fits and you can't stand being told what to do. If for some reason you do get fired, you go on a rampage of revenge.
At home, you are obsessed with gadgets and see no reason to tidy up. You are a junkyard transitional. You never knowingly finish a renovation job. The color that suits you best is red.
Taurus
April 20-May 20
A stubborn, sybaritic, rut-bound bully, fueled by dull resentment and an insatiable love of money. A taurus is a hidebound, reactionary Ubermaterialist, superglued into a rut several feet deep. You are obstinate and an opinionated authoritarian. What you really like is stuff: in your mouth, on your plate, in your bank, in your bed, in the bag. You stubbornly refuse to accept the folk wisdom that tells us we can't always get what we want. And when you've got stuff, you hold on to it with a grip that it would be laughable to describe as viselike. Possessive seems too weak a word. And the evil spawn of possessiveness is murderous jealousy and resentment. You are possessive, jealous and resentful of the people in your life too. You timetable their every hour and always want to know where they are.
Your pig-headed obstinancy, obdurate opinions, and refusal to change are a result of a lack of imagination. Your little bully brain can't compute more than two variables at once, so when faced with something complex or unusual, you go rigid and do what you have always done. Often that is nothing, so you tend to get buried alive by avalanches you refuse to notice. What softens your tough hide is your self-indulgent hedonism. Your favorite deadly sin is greed.
Taureans don't get much hassle; standing still, looking solid, usually does it for you. You can only be prodded into action if your food or money supply is threatened.
In bed, once you've learned how to make the earth move, you just keep on singing the same old song. It gives a whole new meaning to the word "rutting." Lovers have suffocated from boredom in your bed. You resent any attempt to bring a little novelty or spontaneity into the routine. Show you a Kama Sutra and you'd try to eat it. When you've got someone, you hang on to them. Even if your lover tries all 50 ways to leave, you still follow them around bellowing piteously. This is called stalking.
You usually stand alone. You have friends, but they are those whom you meet in the same place, the same time, on the same day of every month. Everybody always does what you want to do; you think this is because they agree with your choice. In fact they are being pragmatic; they just know your Olympic obduracy. In marriage, you make it very clear that it's going to be your way or nothing.
In work, you have always steered clear of anything marked vocation or social conscience, because the only thing you care about is the paycheck. This means you will do more or less anything, as long as you don't have to respond to emergencies or get too sweaty. Colleagues soon learn not to walk on your patch of carpet, never to rearrange the ornaments on your desk, and never ever to use your special mug. They also learn not to ask you for a decision unless they have a month hidden in the job schedule.
On vacations, you tend to go to the same places you've always went. You are addicted to guided tours.
Gemini
May 21-June 21
Gemini is an unreliable, rouguish sociopath with a light finger and the attention span of a hyperactive mayfly. You have a facade of sincerity; underneath that layer is a cold-eyed, cold-hearted, bad-mouthing, two-faced, reckless rumormonger who scavenges information to use to shaft someone later. There is no cunning so low you can't limbo under it; no scam so complex that you can't get your devious, slippery mind around it. Con artistry is a game to you. Yet in spite of all your conning and conniving, you are never satisfied with what you get, are you? To block out gloomy notions that you might be missing out on something better, you have to be entertained at all times, otherwise you might get bored. Ritalin is your friend.
You are in a permanent midlife crisis of your own making: a discontented self-obsessed commitment-phobe who refuses to grow up. You are irresponsible, inconsistent, impractical, immature and incorringible. You are the zodiac's bitch queen. You deliver lightning rapier zigzags with sparkling wit and style. You tend to prefer the long knife slid between the ribs to noisy confrontation in which you might get hurt. You move so fast that you leave enemies lashing out at your shadow.
As your gonads are wired to your head, not your heart, you love sex because it's a game you're really good at. You must never be bored in bed. A lot of your sex takes place in unusual places or situations. You always like a nice old-fashioned orgy, because when dullness rears its head, you just move right over. The best sex for you when pleasuring one lover while flirting with the next two over their shoulder. You blarney your way into the hearts of many and then move on. You don't dump though; you prefer to keep your options always open. Your relationships are about quantity not quality. You were born to network and can't live without a swarm of lovers. You are a professional flirt. Your idea of commitment is restricting yourself to three or four concurrent partners.
Your native instinct to deceive and dissemble means that you survive well in the workplace. You clamber up the ladder easily with your charm. Your weapons of choice are gossip and blackmail. You expend a lot of energy arranging things so that you can get maximum reward for minimum effort.
Cancer
June 22-July 22
Cancer is a grumpy, secretive, passive-aggressive grudge hoarder, with bipolar mood swings and a positive genius for pointless worrying. You are grumpy, moody, wingy, snappy, graceless, gloomy, grudge-encrusted, devious and fretful. You distrust life and have no faith in the future. To build immunity against fate's random cruelty, you look for homeopathic doses of gloom wherever you scuttle. You well up over anything lonely and hopeless. You love to whine about everything and everyone and are shamelessly addicted to other's misfortune.
You remember everything nasty anybody ever said about you. You never give away your own emotional secrets. People think you are shy and diffident and you work hard to promote that illusion, but in reality, you are afraid people might use your secrets against you. You don't do confrontation; sniping and preemptive defense are your preferred attack modes. Only a very lost cause or a slight to a family member's honor will get a Cancer to fight.
You can only really relate to someone if you feel needed. You can make lovers and friends feel permanently guilty without them ever knowing why. What you like best is attaching yourself to someone who has made it clear that they are unavailable long-term and then pining when they leave you. Crabs of all genders suffer from the Mistress Syndrome. You play hard to get with sex. Your lovers are blinded by lust so they keep trying to get through your impenetrable barrier. You know that deferred gratification is the key to keeping people hanging on. When you do finally let someone have their way with you, you lay in a frenzy of passion-slaying worry...will the bed creak? Will I still love you tomorrow? Have I put the cat out? You never give up on ex-lovers. You also never dump in a relationship. You make yourself even grumpier, moodier and more depressed than usual so that they want to leave you. Ex-lovers have to emigrate, marry someone else and die before you will accept that it is over.
Bosses like you because you work hard. You work harder and longer than anyone else because then you can feel hard done by and can bewail your sorry lot in life. You also like a job for which you are overqualified so that you can feel superior and tell everybody else what to do.
Your home is full of stuff. You keep everything. Clutter is your forte' You often share your home with the destitute, misfits and refugees, not because you particularly care for them, but because you simply don't notice them hanging around amidst all your stuff.
Leo
July 23-August 22
Leo is vain, arrogant, bossy, boastful and condescending with an all-pervasive addiction to unconditional sycophancy. All Leos are kings, yet inside your hollow crown, you know that you are an arrogant, intolerant, patronizing pompous, self-centered bully, a snob, and a drama queen. You are still stuck in your terrible twos and you can't really believe you're getting away with it. You live in fear that someone will find out you're not who you say you are and take away your crown. You absolutely have to be adored by everybody all the time. This lust for adoration is often your downfall because you are very easily flattered and believe every word. You fail to notice that while you are blissing out, others are usurping your powers. You can't hear the plotting behind the ones who are adoring you, so you can be very easily manipulated.
You expect the world to revolve around you and plunge into a sulk if it doesn't. You are never, ever wrong and you have people who have been trained to keep it looking that way. Your number one sin is pride. Leos do not fight. They have an army for that kind of thing. Right is always on your side, so any fights you get into are always unprovoked.
Leo sex is about performance and applause. To you, intimate passion is not necessarily just you and your partner. Mirrors and a satellite uplink are basic requirements. The bigger the audience, the better. You focus on style and posturing so much that you fail to notice your partner has gone to sleep. You would be better off with a harem. You don't do relationships well. You instead have a group of alliances or worshipers. You are a condescending snob. You ally yourself with people that make you look good. If people displease you, you drop them without an explanation. In any romance, you initiate the game. It is conducted at your command.
In work, you're the boss, or at least you have to appear to be. You don't work well unless you're in charge. You may appear to be a workaholic, but really you are only good at face time; you can be titanically lazy.
Virgo
August 23-September 22
Virgo is a peevish, hypercritical anal-retentive, with an obsession for sterile perfectionism and a pedantic fetish for detail. Virgos are famous for telling it like it is. You are just as laceratingly tough on yourself as you are on the rest of the world, only on the inside where no one sees it.
You are a negative, tiny-hearted fusspot obsessed with detail, who does nothing but carp and criticize. You secretly fear that you might be wrong, but won't admit it. You despise the weak. Your first impressions are cast in stone. You're a sucker for cults, faux gurus and food fads. You are a stickler for order and will not tolerate anything out of place, either at your own house or at another's.
In love you are either a high-maintenance tease or a bunny-boiler. Sex is by the book and overanalyzed afterwards. You never dump a lover. You always want to talk about it, to point out the faults of the other. No one can live up to your fusspot perfectionism, not even you.
You love work and are the perfect lackey. Bosses like you because you'll come in at a moment's notice. It's not the money, it's the status and respect you crave. And if you don't feel valued, you avenge yourself with spite, sarcasm, bitchery, backbiting, gossipmongering, petty politicking and snitching.
Scorpio
October 23 - November 21
Scorpio is an obsessive, possessive manipulator with an unquenchable lust for power and a penchant for degradation. Scorpios are power-crazed, brooding, obsessional, ruthless, intense, sexy sadists. The Scorpio darkside is darker than the rest, almost out of the dark into a whole other dimension, a kind of soul-sucking meta-dark, where suddenly the words "evil" and "mastermind" seem inadequate. There is no sin, depravity, perversion, cruelty, degradation or villainy they wouldn't consider. You may never carry out your desires because you are a control supremo and find that it's sometimes even more exquisite and refined to deny yourself than to indulge. You are analytical and calculating. You have never been known to apologize for anything, since it would make you look weak; nor do you grant second chances. If people let you down, they're nonpersons and are completely shunned. If it wasn't for your self-destructive streak and obsession with sex, the rest of us would be in trouble because you will stop at nothing to get what you want. You can always be distracted by lust. Your deadly sin is your lust: lust for power, lust for money, lust for status, lust for revenge, lust for other bodies, lust for your own.
In sex, there is nothing you won't try. You love sex-lots of it, at any time, anywhere: straight, deviant, and downright weird, because you know that sex is power. Sex with you is intense, passionate and erotic. But, it's the sex you love, not the one you're with. Of course, while you are often almost blind with lust, you are always in control in any relationship, and sex is on your terms. You might want serial one night stands. You might want intense, constant, obsessional sex with a single lust-slave. You might even want to show how in control you are and give up sex altogether for a life of celibacy. Regardless, the choice is always yours, never the partner's.
You are well aware of the difference between love and sex (which is why you make really hot sex-workers and bonk-buddies), but you don't care if others aren't. The world is littered with Scorpio discards (usually Pisceans) who believed that a 12-hour lustfest meant it was time to start choosing drapes.
Most people are scared of you. They just do what you say. You are not a natural socializer. You have lots of acquaintances but only a few close friends, whom you have chosen because they are loyal and noncompetitive. You never forget and forgive. You can have a long-term relationship, but are jealous and possessive and always read secret diaries. You must be the dominant partner.
In work, you are a raging competitor. You do your job, keep your ears open and your eyes down, pick up all the contacts, techniques, and inside info you need, then go off and set up your own empire. Once you've trashed the opposition, you get bored and move on to something else. Your favorite color is black. Your home is often sparse of furnishings and extremely tidy.
Saggitarius
November 22-December 21
You are reckless, tactless and an obnoxious oaf with a morbid fear of restraint and an addiction to losing your shirt. You are brash, crass, loudmouthed and impetuous, but not stupid. You know that if you look remorseful enough, odds are you'll get away with any kind of naughtiness. You are a mindless hooligan and game for anything risky, violent and pointless. No one keeps you on a tight rein, or any rein at all. You crash your way through any barriers. You run from commitments. You tell it like it is without waiting to be asked. You can't keep secrets. You're not here to live only once; you live twice and then some. Whatever you do, you take it to the limit and push it over the edge. Gambling is your biggest vice. You love to fight, preferably within a large crowd. Sometimes you don't even care how or why it started as long as you're in the middle of it. You're a loose cannon.
Your sex life is rigorous, adventurous, energetic and enthusiastic. You love sex and exert so much overzealous passion that you often leave your partners spent and breathless. You want your partner to feel loved during sex so you make kind sentiments of love to them but rarely follow through with it after the sex is over. You want to have sexual adventures with as many people as possible. You can not be tethered. You don't do well with routine and boredom, so you bolt, usually in the middle of the night.
In social gatherings, you are the relentless life of the party. Careless and indiscriminate, you will relate to anybody, but not for long, just in case they try to tie you down. You have affairs because you can't resist adventures.
You're not lazy at work. You tend to get bored easily so typically run three or four jobs at once. If stuck in an office, you will play pranks out of boredom. You tend to be a risk to employers because of your hyperactivity. You often crash at a friend's house because you either don't have a home of your own or don't really care to go there. Home to you is wherever you throw your hat. You never stay anywhere for long.
Capricorn
December 22-January 19
You are a cold, cruel, petty minded slave driver with unsuspected yet unquenchable ambition and an addiction to tightfisted penny-pinching. You are mean, miserly, cold-hearted, self-opinionated, petty, negative, unforgiving and pessimistic. You seem ultra-respectable and old-at-heart on the outside while claiming to be insecure. You have the stamina and relentlessness to push people until they give in and follow your way. You hate to be teased, embarrassed or made to look undignified. You'd do absolutely anything to preserve your social status. You'd also prefer to keep your ruthless, pathological ambition under wraps.
The formal, conventional pinstripes and stiff manner are all a front to cover your mischievous lechery and anarchic goings-on. It's possible you make deals with the devil. You are extremely strong-willed, stern and stifling. You're like a machine. Your goal in life is to maintain order, propriety and respectability.
You avoid direct physical violence, preferring purges and show trials instead. You crack down hard on deviant thought, and action taken in defense of the status quo is always justified.
Your sex life is mundane and repetitive. Your typical sex session is just that...typical. It's rare for you to venture out beyond your boundaries and constraints. In fact you'd prefer to be doing other far more important things; however, every once in a while, the inner goat can be glimpsed. You have a notoriously unquenchable lust and randiness that you keep repressed. You don't dump in a relationship, unless you've been betrayed, in which your never-ending revenge is terrible. Most of the time, the object of your affection never knows they've caught your eye. You despise flirting and never say the L-word unless you have to.
You are not a party-goer. You don't waste time on having fun. You've given up on friends because they don't appreciate your help. You do understand the need for a social ladder. Since you crave status and respectability, you will cultivate useful acquaintances, even shady characters that shouldn't be trusted or liked. You approve of marriage because it is financially sensible. What's love got to do with it?
You impress your boss by arriving early and leaving late. Others in the office make fun of you, but you get back at them by trampling over them, using their ideas and making yourself look better to the people in charge. Your goal at work is power, not glory. You want to be the decision maker and executive so you can make the office miserable for the people who laughed at you. Your home is only open to business contacts. Friends are not invited and are only allowed inside if they are respectable looking.
*UPDATED 02/04/07 with the latest inclusion of Libra*
Libra
September 23-October 22
You are vain, shallow and petulant. You are a spendthrift with an unerring eye for style over substance and a lifelong dedication to the quest for an easy meal ticket. You are superficial and shrewd, made of vanity, fickleness, idleness, extremes, follies, whims and inconsistencies. Underneath your vacant smile, you are an antsy malcontent, restlessly searching for satiation. When stuff doesn't satisfy your need, you turn to people. You simply can't help using people and they fall over themselves to let you. Underneath the ditzy surface is a double entry bookkeeper. You have a column for favors out and one for favors in. The books are balanced daily and you are quick to collect debt from those who owe you. You're not the sweet, helpless little cupcake you want everyone to think you are. You love the feeling of power. You're the zodiac's drag queen, a masculine sign that outclasses its inner girlie when it comes to frocking up and what were once known as feminine wiles.
You can not make a decision. You play for time, gathering data, in the hopes that rather than having to make a decision or choice, you can end up with both options. Librans don't fight. They might rip up their Armani. The tend to stand back and hold the coats. You are never sure which side it is to your advantage to be on, so you always wait to see who's won.
In sex, you are easy and teasy. You flatter and flirt, fondle and kiss, and make boudoir eyes at your prey; but you don't do unbridled lust because that would make you sweaty and out of control. You do sex because it's better than working, not because you can't help yourself.
If you find yourself with someone not suitable, you simply make them over. You are always with the one you love, because the love of your life is you. You are your own soulmate. You are in love with the power of love and what it can get you. You do great with marriages of convenience.
Your style of work is one that doesn't actually involve working. Your work tools of choice are lethal charm, power flirting and high caliber manipulation. You often get other people to foot the bill.
---------------- And a note from the man himself,
Ok that's the end of it lest there's an undiscovered hybrid of new horoscopes.
Please note that I didn't write all these so don't credit me. The person that you should credit is a female earthling called Stella Hyde who written the book, "Darkside Zodiacs".
I think she's a scorpio by the way this was written.
K i'm out.
AJ
Thursday, March 29, 2007
On MSN
"Some people really buey zi dong (inconsiderate). They know they are the main cause of problems in other people's relationship, and yet they won't leave the couple alone."
"Thick skin ma. Think highly of themselves ma."
"And after ruining the relationship and lives of others, he can happily pat his ass and walk away, not having to suffer the consequences the couple is going to face."
"He doesn't have to take responsibility mah. After all it's not his relationship what."
"I wonder how many other people's relationship is he going to ruin until he finally grows up and stop leeching onto other people's lives."
"You never know. Some people never grow up. Over the years they will become a parasite to society, a cockroach, invading homes and ruining lives."
*grins*
"Some people really buey zi dong (inconsiderate). They know they are the main cause of problems in other people's relationship, and yet they won't leave the couple alone."
"Thick skin ma. Think highly of themselves ma."
"And after ruining the relationship and lives of others, he can happily pat his ass and walk away, not having to suffer the consequences the couple is going to face."
"He doesn't have to take responsibility mah. After all it's not his relationship what."
"I wonder how many other people's relationship is he going to ruin until he finally grows up and stop leeching onto other people's lives."
"You never know. Some people never grow up. Over the years they will become a parasite to society, a cockroach, invading homes and ruining lives."
*grins*
It's not even 10am in the morning
And I am here blogging already.
Why?
Because a car exploded today. *glee* An Opel to be exact. One of the technicians was working on it when it happened. Not a big explosion though, but just enough to fill the entire workshop with white smoke.
The temp girls thought the building was being fumigated.
All work was abandoned as all the technicians ran out from the smoke and ate snake (translation: took a break).
A sales agent from the other side of the building came in to disturb and gleefully said that we're taking anti-terrorism measures.
The building is still enveloped by smoke now. Will be back to update when it's over.
*Updated 11.23am*
Excitement's over. Back to the grind again!
And I am here blogging already.
Why?
Because a car exploded today. *glee* An Opel to be exact. One of the technicians was working on it when it happened. Not a big explosion though, but just enough to fill the entire workshop with white smoke.
The temp girls thought the building was being fumigated.
All work was abandoned as all the technicians ran out from the smoke and ate snake (translation: took a break).
A sales agent from the other side of the building came in to disturb and gleefully said that we're taking anti-terrorism measures.
The building is still enveloped by smoke now. Will be back to update when it's over.
*Updated 11.23am*
Excitement's over. Back to the grind again!
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