I Will Use My Gut Feeling

I do not understand why some people seem more interested in other people's lives when they should focus on their own. Even more so when it seems like they are projecting their own desires onto what is predicted as my future.

As I told my cousin yesterday, reading tarot cards is partially about your own interpretation of the cards. No matter how the cards fall, or what the cards can mean, you can always twist the meaning to suit your desired answer.

Predictions aside, you first have to get your story straight. If you tell me about this "prediction" or "premonition" you have about me, you have to make sure that the story is consistent. So it was said that there is a person in my life who is in love with me for (1) quite some time, but he is not brave enough, and will never be brave enough, to tell me. This guy was also someone from (2) my school days. I (3) would not have noticed the guy since school and he was of (4) mixed race.

So it seems that perhaps they might have got their wires crossed when communicating some things about this person, because it ended up as 2 guys in the end. One of which will be the person I already know, and the other will be the one who is mixed race, whom I will meet in the future (I'm sure). So, in that case, person that I know SHOULD be from school, and whom I've never noticed before.

Later on, it was mentioned that the person I know is actually someone I met through work. He has only been in Singapore for the past 3 years, or maybe less. We have never been in school or a class together. From all the clues originally given to me, I am very sure that the first 3 points do not fit him. I think I should confirm point 4 just to make sure.

Anyway, up to now, I still have not understood one thing, and I think it is the most important point to fortune telling, tarot reading and all that, and that is I did not ask for my future or future love life to be foretold or read.

If it is a message to be passed to me in warning of some danger, of course I would appreciate it. However, when there was actually a warning given, the person involved was not mentioned for the fear of distrust. Then, if you look at the inconsistencies that has been presented, I would not really trust everything 100% either.

Seems like my gut feeling is a better option at the moment.

The Exhausted Social Introvert

Most people often ask if you're an introvert or extrovert, and there are some who know me as the introvert, but at work, most people think I'm an extrovert. It's only after reading this article that I realise that I'm actually right in the middle. 

I read this a while back and wanted to blog on this but just didn't find the time. It was only because of a few recent events that got me to the blog and clicking on the article again. After what has been happening recently, the article just helps figure out the reason why I probably feel like just hiding in a cave. 

Point #9 sums up what has probably been getting me down:"People that are involved in a lot of drama are completely out of your interest range. You don’t enjoy talking negatively about others and you’d rather avoid people who do."

Lately, there just has been too much drama and badmouthing from certain people. It all feels as though there is also some motive behind all this drama and negativity - to sway certain decisions, to try to gain opportunities for themselves. 

Point #1 and #4 adds to why I have been bored:"You can hold a conversation for the most part, but small talk doesn’t keep your brain engaged in the conversation.""small talk is not important to us. It makes us more uncomfortable, especially when the conversation goes nowhere"

The worst part of the drama is that it is unnecessary, not wanted and not understandable as well. My brain has gone to the point where it has decided to shut down whenever the drama starts and I think I just zone out while everything is playing out. 

Point #3 then explains exactly why I feel like hiding in a cave:"If you spend too much time around people you are dying to get back to the comfort of your own home."

Basically, I need my "me" time. That when I have a day to myself, I should get to decide how I want to spend it. So for the next few weeks, there will be a lot of rejections and I honestly would not care what or how people feel, as in the end, I have to save my own sanity first. 

Now to get a my old sim card activated. 

Tattoo 3 - Blue Elephant

With it looking like an operation, it looked scarier than my first two tattoos. However, Top was definitely one fast artist and he was done quick! I realised keeping my mouth open helped ease the vibrations and probably made it easier for him to get it done fast as it meant I did not move much. Only problem was my saliva kept pooling and I had to swallow or really look like some weird person drooling all over the bed. Really happy with how my childhood favourite came out!

Walk A Mile In Someone Else's Shoes

I've been irritated by something for a while and it's only after I've talked it out that I realise why. Then I found a few quotes that actually helped put everything in place.

It was actually about some things that transpired between two people with very different views of the world. One giving a whole load of advice and suggestions, albeit uncalled for. "Advice and suggestions" that would be considered rather narrow-minded, self-serving and sometimes rude, if considered by anyone of the listener's position/status.

It was after talking to some people that I realised why I was irritated by the "advice and suggestions" - the giver has never even come close to walking in the listener's shoes, yet to have to audacity to "give suggestions" as to how someone else should do something like they have had years of experience.

"INSULTING OTHERS IS NEVER A WAY OF CORRECTING THEM. 

INSTEAD IT CAUSES MORE DAMAGE 

& PROVES THAT WE NEED HELP OURSELVES." 

- MUFTI ISMAIL MENK

Now the only question is if I should tell the listener the following quote:

"DON'T BASE YOUR DECISIONS ON THE ADVICE OF THOSE WHO DON'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH THE RESULTS."

Is You Ego That Pathetic?

It seems like in recent times that I have noticed a few things about the people around me, and they have started to bug me a little. Perhaps it's always been there, and that I've not cared as much, or that I didn't let it bother me.

Who or what really has changed? I'm not exactly sure.

What I have noticed, however, is this strange need to be recognised and acknowledged. Of course everyone wants a little recognition for their work, but to the point where you seem to want to make sure that you get recognised for your efforts, then it's more on the lines of vanity.

So it's fine if you want to get in on the action, be within frame in the background when the camera focuses on the presenters in the front, toot your own horn once in a while.

However, to continuously insist that someone ensures that your name is mentioned, that your effort for that day was pointed out, despite knowing that the conversation is probably interrupting more important matters, is asking a little too much is it not?

Perhaps you feel intimidated by someone else? Shouldn't that be a cue to step up your game then?

Week Thirty Three: Sky - 11 Months Late

Another one of the drawing challenges that I finally decided to draw out. My sister gave me the idea and I had to try. Rather than draw clouds and the sun or the moon and stars, I had to draw her dog, Sky. So this is a rough outline of Sky with bacon on her snout. Haha! 

Week Twenty Eight: Movie Scene - One Year Later

Didn't have the energy to complete the drawing challenge on time, but then there were some themes that I had ideas for. This is one which was fun to draw when I was a little frustrated. It's the only horror movie I watched in the cinemas and realised that horror movies are a bloody waste of money. Anyway, the scene that really stuck with me was the one with the eyeball, but what kind of scene is that? This is number 2 and much clearer as to which movie it was from.

Just A Little Off The Top Please....

Well not really.

After getting my head shaved the last time, the hairstylist was confident I could wear a short hairstyle as well. So I had been contemplating getting a short hairstyle for a few months and found a few photos online that I was interested in.  Got a second opinion from Adi, who saw this picture and said get that!

So managed to book an appointment yesterday, got in, showed Oscar the picture and got my hair shaved off. I think at one point he actually used the same shaver I use on Barkley for my sideburns.

Anyway, I think he did a really good job, and more importantly, as fast one. Apparently, no one, other than whoever I showed the first picture to knew what I was going for, so I looked so different that my mom couldn't even recognise me at Burger King.

Dad always had his "what stupid hairstyle is that?" comment, but then he doesn't have enough on his head to do anything stylish.

My sis thinks I might end up looking like a lesbian.

But most importantly is that my mind is much cooler, which I think is why I probably can sleep well tonight.

How Do They Do It

Sometimes you come across certain articles online that just seem to understand what life is about. All the ups, downs, in betweens that have made your life what it is has somehow been miraculously written out in an article by someone you have never met. Then you think perhaps your life is just not that unique after all. Perhaps is it that the article is so generalised that it can mean anything to anyone?

However, reading through the articles, I wonder how much the writer has gone through in life to have written such a number of posts and how old the writer must be. Maybe their lives were compacted; made interesting in a short span of time so that they could write about it for the rest of the world to read even though we wouldn't consider them to have really "lived through the ages".

Earrings

Sometimes I wonder if I had pierced my ears, what amount of earrings and the kinds of earrings I would have amassed.

I know the answer would have been "a lot" along with, "lost a lot as well". Although I wonder what kinds I would have got? I see cartoon characters, food-related ones, maybe a few shiny ones for wedfing dinners, but no long dangling things for some reason.

However, just the thought of earrings gives me a horrible feeling.

Week Twenty Five: Hands

These are supposed to be my hands. They look fat enough in most parts. The pencil was the hardest thing to draw I think. Hahaha

Week Twenty Four: Personified Animal

This was definitely "inspired" by someone we nicknamed panda and with the horrible ill-fitting shoes that she wears. Not forgetting the weird headgear she had in the "halloween" photo. I would be looking very sad as well. 

Week Twenty Three: Imaginary

Definitely imaginary. Hopefully a dream come true someday. 

Week Twenty Two: Family Portrait

A really basic drawing of the family, including the dogs. 

Week Twenty One: Bird

I love owls because they can look so cute, yet look so sarcastic as well. Haha

Week Twenty: Bug

My colour pencils are dry and so this bug is coloured with crayons, which doesn't cover well on normal paper. Anyway, my favourite bug is actually the car the looks like one of these ladybugs. 

Week Nineteen: Eyes

I tried drawing human eyes, but I think these cat eyes suited the shape much better. I love black cats with green eyes, and a pink nose would be a bonus addition. 

Week Eighteen: Candyland

Candyland of cupcake houses, candy cane street lamps, lollipop postboxes, cotton candy trees, mint chocolate chip ice-cream mountains, gumdrop-lined waffle streets. Too sweet to live in. 

Halfway To Joining The Yakuza

The problems with blunt knives. Well it was deep and I think it kinda hit bone. Could not stop the bleeding for a an hour till I got mom to come with the special miracle oil we have at home. Everyone is grossed out, and probably wonders if I do not feel pain. Guess it is about mind over matter. What mattered more was stopping the bleed rather than the pain. Damn knife!

Week Seventeen: Favourite Animal

My favourite land-dwelling animal, the elephant. This one is a little out of proportion I think.