Gossip is an Art of Talking & Eating

Art of

The art of
Saying absolutely everything
By saying
Nothing

The art of
Eating
Yet
Speaking

The art of
Being so comfy
That
Everything flows

The art of
Being
So at ease
With

You.

Kel. 30 March 2005.

***
"Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative"
~ Oscar Wilde


I’m happy to say that weather didn’t even cross my mind tonight.

Yours truly just came back from a great buffet with *candid. I’m absolutely bloated. *yawn* Typically, going out for a buffet was our excuse, at least it was my excuse to skip class and have a great time gossiping. Gosh. The amount of gossips we covered. If we have a dollar for every 100 words or so, yours truly really think I’ll be rich right now.

What did we talk about? Hah. Won’t you like to know. *grin* But too bad, yours truly is too tired, too full and too satisfied at the moment to recount the succinct points, but rest assured, I remember! Great food did not dull my memory. *wink*

Consider yourself complimented, *candid. This is a momentous occasion, not likely to be repeated. But too bad, yours truly doubts *candid will ever get to read this blog. The mark of my evil self, compliments blogged never gets to the recipient. Wahaha.

Anyway, guess what, yours truly have another buffet lined up tomorrow.

Alas, tomorrow’s not likely to be even half (or barely quarter) as entertaining or fun as today’s.

The things we have to do for a free meal. *grimace*

:::

Survival of the fittest.

Such a simple concept. Such a useful one liner. But it does not remotely describe what it means in real terms.

The politics of yours truly’s work place has cooled down somewhat *sulk* but the manager that yours truly felt couldn’t make it has *resigned. This is in official terms. What it really means in real terms though, is that *Mr Stressed Up is no longer so stressed up because he’s now out of a job. The mark of ingenuity of my bosses lie in making it sound like 50-50 we part amicably aka he wanted to resign, we’re willing to let him leave. But it was probably 80-20 with the former being please leave.

Amazing, how civilized we are or aren’t we? *laconically*

So guess who’s saddled with more work? *archly*

Yours truly will decide whether to insult dear evilness after I have had time to ponder and decide whether the additional work improves my situation at work. Cold hearted bitch wannabe that I am, yours truly doubt you expected anything else from me, certainly not sympathy for *Mr Stressed Up.

Or did you?

I thought not.

How positively intelligent of you. *deadpan*

Virtues of Tyranny

As long as I have you there is just one other thing I'll always need - tremendous self control.

~ Ashleigh Brilliant


I resisted.

It was so damn difficult but I did.

I managed to control my urge to insult or more to the point, to scream at my *underlings.

Yours truly knows she is officially overall in charge, but each project has its own head in charge. So why are all and everyone asking me? Yours truly is only supposed to coordinate, not made all the goddamn decisions. Pardon my language.

Ok. Now that my blistering has been vented (at least I waited till I got home).

Yours truly wonders if she should establish a more tyrannical management style. She is attempting the consensus way, but really, if attempting to reach a consensus only equated wasting time and worse, eventually I still had to make the decisions, then why bother with the discussion in the first place?

Perhaps yours truly should just command and decreed. *archly*

Anyway, the *R2005 is turning out to be more tedious than expected. My *underlings appears fairly competent if not enthusiastic, but yours truly has just discovered that they are not the decision maker type. There is one that yours truly thought should be fine but who is turning out to be an enthu airhead. All ideas and no practicality. *grimace*

Why me? *laconically*

Yours truly has made no secrets of my desire for authority and responsibility, but even I draws the line at outright tyranny. But I must admit, I was tempted today. Almost felt like trampling over people today.

To fair, probably it was because yours truly had tons of work to do, so I had a lot on my mind.

But truly, I seem to be making too many and too much of the decisions in *R2005. I wonder if that is wise.

Let’s just hope no one in *R2005 stumbles over my blog or there might be hell to pay.

Or not.

:::

Today’s *starry’s birthday. Evil me has *kindly turned down her invitation to dinner so that she might go out with someone more important. (Note: yours truly means someone more important, not more interesting.) *wink*

Yours truly is considering whether to apologize since my reason for turning down, aka Tax Class is no longer valid. I felt mentally exhausted and physically lazy, so I skipped class and came home and is currently blogging this piece of junk.

But upon serious consideration of 3s (yes, yours truly can accomplish a lot in 3s. Sue me. *archly*), yours truly has decided against it.

In fact, instead of apologizing to *starry, yours truly is demanding gratitude instead. After all, if I didn’t turn *starry down, she would not be spending the night (get your mind out of the gutter, please!) with her *you. So perhaps, dear *starry, you owe me a thank you.

But it’s ok.

Yours truly have magnanimously decided to forgive your grievous oversight in view of today being your *special day.

How possibly nice of me.

And how unnatural.

I think I better go take my medicine.

:::

On a side note, *erratic is once again the victim of rumors and backstabbers.

My advice to *erratic -

Live and let live

Or

Get even.

Preferably, the latter.

Seriously though, detractors of *erratic if you guys are reading this blog, there really are better ways of *destroying someone. If you really felt you need to vent your petty jealousy, please at least do it more intelligently. And more importantly, if you want to backstab someone, at the very least, please do it more professionally? Yours truly dislike backstabbers. But I dislikes amateur backstabbers that are so obvious even more.

Subtly is a virtue

Please.

Go practice.

Or turn good.

Preferably the former, but realistically, are you sure you guys are up to it?

I think not.

:::

Backstabbing and rumor spreading is an art.

Artisans never get found out.

Attraction

"Why is it that I'm not willing to settle for a Sheep like the rest of my friends? Sheep sex aside, what's wrong with a man who puts family first, who maintains a steady job, has college funds set up for his kids and builds that nest egg for his retirement? Member of the herd, never straying, solid, dependable Sheep Guy. Why can't I love Sheep Guy? For me, it's all those wolves. They distract me from the sheep. Wolf Guy. Always on the prowl. Totally alpha. Not interested in being domesticated. So what is it about these men tat makes my heart speed up in a way no sheep ever has or ever well".

"The Big Bad Wolf Tells All" ~ Doona Kauffman.


Yours truly is a sucker for guys with earrings…at least I think I am since I watched Howl’s Moving Castle. OMG, the lead guy Hauru (otherwise known as Howl) looks damn good with dangling earrings! *grin* (As a side point, bet you didn’t know his voiceover was Kimura Takuya? Yes?)

I know, I know, most people will point out that Howl is an image, an animation and is therefore, not real. But still, he is one good looking chap. *gush*

Btw, I met a good looking guy today. Yours truly had to go hotel visiting today for my company’s AD&D and there’s this guy (think he’s the assistant manager or new trainee) who I met together with the manager of this hotel. Typically, said guy was in a suit. If you didn’t know, yours truly has a soft spot for guys in suits. (Note: guys that looks good in suits and not ill-fitting like how most Singaporean guys look. Trust me on this, when I was aboard, the guys all owned their own suits and the suits fitted them so well. Unlike local guys who tended to rent their suits for their bash & stuff. Yikes.)

PS: Did I mention that I didn’t really dare look at him too much? Me! Cold hearted bitch that I am. Wow. I’m surprised. *grin*

Aren’t you?

Laugh.

Should I be ashamed?

Nah. Yours truly’s just having a short phrase of behaving like every other girl. *wink*

At least, this shows yours truly isn’t that lacking in feminine genes as she thought she was. *stick tongue out* But alas, can't claim that my heart flutter or heartbeat quicker. *sulk*

Oh well. That's norm for a alpha bitch wannabe like me.

Won't you agree?

Wink.

Pot calling kettle black

The Kettle that Saved the Pot

The pot calling the kettle black
How dare you
When you are so black yourself

The pot called the kettle black
How could you
When you are black as well

The pot calling the kettle black
Why did the pot
See only the blackness of the kettle

The pot called the kettle black
Why did the pot
See not the black of itself

The kettle was called black
By the pot
Who was black

The kettle was called black
So black
That the pot
Saw not it’s own blackness

The kettle was black
So black
That it saved the pot
From seeing it’s black

Reflected back from the kettle.

Kel. 28 February 2005.

:::

This is horrifying. Yours truly has barely worked ½ a year and it shows! *Snappish has oh-so-politely informed yours truly that she has become more *demanding in customer service. (Subtext: you are more aggressive).

Oh dear. I wasn’t even aware of the change. *shake head*. Ok ok, fine. I admit that I am even more confident than previously, (and the Devil knows I was already egoistic enough to begin with before I started work). Also, I am even aware that I have gotten to the stage where I can’t even call myself a semi-hermit and not be stared at by true honest to goodness hermits. Yes, yours truly has become *sociable. *grimace*. My problem is, I still don’t like socializing and I would still like to be classified anti-social and hermit. But alas! Change comes to all of us. Yes. That means all my clique or the ones I’m closer to have changed.

Yes, *dear snappish, before the pot calls the kettle black, *50 miles laugh 100 miles (think the mandarin idiom), reflect on thyself. Here’s yours truly report on how my close clique has changed since we started work.

In other words, don’t deceive yourself, work leaves its mark on us. *nod ominously*

***

*Snappish has become more deep. And unlike my usual bitchy mean self, I don’t even mean to imply that she was depthless previously. Although, if you want to imply that, please, go ahead. (*snappish, you're welcome to skewer the readers, just not the writer. *wink*) Yours truly genuinely mean that she has become more layered. Knowledge, especially secretive ones!, shows in some ways, not that it’s obvious except to her *close friends, I would think. But it is there. *in a dark forbidding tone*

*Eccentric has become more stable. Again, I don’t mean to imply she was unstable (as in loose screws in the head, although this is debatable) but that she has become more assured, more able to take things in her stride. Previously, she is more panicky but now she has gotten used to the interviews, making phone calls, research, etc. She just seems more stably assured. What some stuff I can do and take for granted, she now can too. (yes, yours truly's ego is at work. She seriously debated the point with male and female brain on the virtue of being humble, which she assures you, she doesn't have a single bone that can lay claim to this oh-so-admired virtue. *snort* Like I would want any of my bone to be humble. Yikes. Sounds revolting, actually. Why would anyone want a humble bone? If want, also must demand for a skeleton worth. *nod vigorously*) As an aside, *eccentric knows more industry gossip/news & she is the one in the environment most like school days. Other than some minute changes, she gives me the feeling that she is still as she was in school days.

*Private has become more well-connected. Networking, or rather getting along with pple has never been hard for her. But ever since she started work, it has become more obvious. Besides, *private has inherent advantage - poker face - and she gives pple a very studious/capable impression, which she is of course. (I won’t dare hint otherwise, given that *private is the one with a sharp knife like wits…we used to call her our mean club *president….)

*Peace is now very secured in her professional abilities. We always knew she was able and capable in her field. But now, she exhibits that very *attractive quality of confidence as a therapist. The-I-know-I-am-doing and I’m damn good at it. So there. I like. *grin*

*Doormat sounds more secured and collected. In some sense, more matured. I suppose she has now grown into her role as a sensei.

*Witchy is now more subdued….she claims she has lost her sense of humor. I hope she finds it soon. Work seems to have a more melancholic impact on her. In some ways, it seems depressing to her spirits. Or perhaps, it just me. *shrug*

End of report.

:::

Change

We have changed

For the better

Or for the worse

We have changed

In small ways

And In big

We have changed

Matured rightly

Or inverted maturity

We have changed

Perhaps too much

Perhaps not enough

We have changed

So much

That it shows

We have changed

So little

That we remain

Always friends

Hopefully.

Kel. 28 February 2005.