~ Wendy Cope
I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.
I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.
I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.
A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.
Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.
Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?
Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very'.
I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?
:::
The past few weeks have been, for lack of a better word, complex. Not complex good or bad. Just complex. Yours truly have been feeling a bitsy out of sorts. Not that anyone could tell. Many different stuff are happening with yours truly's various frens/acquaintances/colleagues, etc. Am not sure where to start, how to start and whether yours truly even want to start relating.
In any case, lately, the theme is "everyone should have a raison d'etre. What's yours?".
*Wallflower seems to be obsessing about hers. Well, raison d'etre is something that only you can find for yourself I suppose. But if you want to discuss existentialism, I'll be glad to. *grin*
Yours truly been doing some
Sufficient to say, yours truly is somewhat amused to discover how positively calm and rational I can be - any more so, and *Candid claims that yours truly will be cold-blooded. Honestly, it is really in relative terms. After all, it is really because some people are always on an emotional rollar coaster that yours truly is really by contrast, calm?
But in any case, if yours truly is looking for a significant other, rest asssured that HE can only be more calm and rational than moi. Otherwise, yours truly would cringe to think of the amount of stomping around he would have to do. Imagine us having a fight, and being unusually cool-headed, yours truly has minimal reaction. He demands to know if yours truly was paying attention and yours truly says "of cos, want me to repeat what you just said?". Dear evilness. Wow. Can you imagine that poor guy's reaction? *arched brows* I rest my case.
Yours truly's HIM can only be calmer and more rational. Yours truly is not equipped or more to the point, refuse to handle some emotional guy stomping around. Too exhausting. Yikes. So if someone wants to apply or help someone else applies, please don't bother unless you guarantee the above stomping will not occur. *roll eyes*.
Hmm...though it is alright that my frens are emotional. I don't mind. I can handle them......hmm...even though sometimes, even I get tired from just merely watching their emotions rolling. So if even I find it exhausting, how much more draining for them? *arched my brows*
So perhaps, it is unfortunate that yours truly's sexual orientation is completely straight as yours truly would probably make some girl a perfect boyfriend or should yours truly say that it is unfortunate that yours truly isn't a guy? *pause in thought* Oh well. *shrug*
Not that yours truly wants my gender or orientation any other way. *grin*
:::
PS: Someone has been really disturbed (or freaked out more likely) by Mrs Craddock by Somerset Maugham. Said someone is actually worried that someone's someone is too like Mr Craddock. *shake head* It's just a book, really. :p
Work's been fine. Yours truly been enjoying herself so far. Or at least, I like the nature and the job scope of my current job. So far. =)
In other news, yours truly had a great Sunday with *starry and her gallant knight. *Candid might be moving in with *starry, so we dropped by for lunch and a chat, which dragged or lasted all the way till late at night. In other words, they clicked. So yes, if all things go well, yours truly foresees staying over more often at *starry/*candid in the year ahead.
Oh yeah, THANKS FOR A GREAT LUNCH! No one died of *bad cooking. *grin*
Besides, *Starry pulled out all stops and had nice table setting. For that, yours truly might conceivably put up with not-so-good cooking.
Or not.
Fortunately, yours truly's conviction on aesthetics over taste buds was not put to test.
:::
Believing in Fate
~ Hal Sirowitz
I don't have a telephone, she said,
so I can't give you a number.
I'm not a great fan of planned dates.
But if I happen to bump into you
on the street I'd be willing to go for coffee.
Let's leave it to chance. It brought
us together once. It could work a second time.
You could help fate along by hanging out
in Chelsea. That's where I live.
If I gave you any more information
I'd be cheating.
(via Writer’s Almanac)
:::
Monday morning again.
But today started off a little maudlin and mushy cos *witchy sent moi a somewhat mushy sms. Oh well. That's *witchy. She seems to be somewhat having a rather complex problem at the moment. Complex, such a convenient word. *deadpan* In any case, everything will be fine. That yours truly have no doubts. *wink*
Am looking forward to Christmas. An authentic xmas dinner prepared by *Candid. How nice especially since yours truly just have to turn up to have fun and eat. Yours truly would have written to Mr Man-In-Red - who by the way, yours truly have doubts about Mr HoHoHo's sexual identity. Either he is a she or he is one "guy really in touch with his feminine side" (to borrow the phrase from *Starry's Gallant) - but yours truly sense of fair play and all came in play and I didn't. After all, 2006 was a year that yours truly felt (a) she hasn't been good and (b) she has been given plenty to be grateful for and so (c) she shldn't be greedy and ask for more?
Or perhaps, yours truly is just lazy to write.
Ah well. Christmas is just round the corner, so it's a little late to worry about writting to Mr/Ms HoHoHo (gender unknown).
So if I don't happen to see you before Christmas & New Year, which is probably the case seeing that yours truly will be visiting *Candid's home in Ipoh for the new year, here's yours truly's good wishes.
So what if moi is too cheap to get a card?
Sue me.
In my defense, yours truly doesn't like giving cards, unless I have the urge to make cards, which again, is another of those activity/mood that comes around once a blue blue blue moon. *shrug*
Merry Christmas. Have a fantastically evil year ahead!
Your evilness.
Sheer
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