Black Hole

"Excuse me while I feed on you."

Have you ever felt like a ghoul's been having your pancreas for lunch? I know I do. This came about after much introspection over the major events and turning points for the past 2 years. It always starts small but insidious. These in turn influence and triggers certain reactions and belief systems that permeates our core being. Eventually our soul and energy get corrupted and turns negative. This in turn reinforces negativity and then... Welcome to the Dark Side!
(Dun Dun Dunnnnn!!!)

- Melodramatic but I like it. *wink*

On a side note, yesterday I went to NUS NWP for some training. It was fun and I enjoyed myself tremendously especially when I was coaching the freshies. During sparring, I squared off against Jess and the poor girl got thrown by me twice. Despite the absence of many peers, it was quite enjoyable. The training rejuvenated me as the environment and the people were quite positive. Then it struck me.

Some people are bastions of light. You know these people. They are the centre of activity. They are fun, cocky, popular, confident, etc etc. For all their human weaknesses, others get drawn to them as inexplicably as a moth gets drawn to the light. As for those negative ones, not many others want to associate with them. I mean, who wants to sit with a ghoul?

Some "Sith Lords" I personally know would say this kind of things. "Aiyah, I always so suay... nothing ever turns out well for me... go toilet also will fall inside the shithole...". These 2 years I have been going out with people like that. Nothing I say or do will change their perceptions. And what's worse, they are feeding on my energy. Events like my traffic accident, work issues, etc have triggered my demise into the Dark Side. It doesn't help that my work place is a giantic black hole itself. I recognise this and I'm going to stop it right away.

They aren't evil, just incapable of recognising the fact that they are energy draining. Avoiding them isn't the answer obviously. But I have to build up my arsenal first.

Wooden Stake, Check.
Garlic, Check.
Assorted Talismans, Check.
Turn Undead Spell, Check.
Spare Pancreas, Check.

Hmm.... can someone get me access to a fellowship of light?
;o)

Tui Shou!

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Antagonistic?!

One popular misconception about me is that I enjoy riling people through sarcasm and retorts, usually in a semi-wry or satirical manner. I admit to this to a certain degree. The sarcasm and satire is akin to a litmus test, usually in ability and intelligence. Most of the time, the wit is inter weaved between layers of deniable scarcasm.

It's like a bad habit that I cannot or merely didn't want to quit, for the simple fact that it can be devilishly fun and hilarious. In one instance, there was a certain client of mine that spoke to me one day.

A (with a look of seriousness) :"Sir, thank you for treating me like a human being."

Me (devilish grin) :"No no, I should thank you first."

A (puzzled) :"Huh? Why?"

Me :"Thank you for behaving like one in the first place!"

Upon hearing this, all my fellow colleagues burst out into laughter. Got to admit that this retort was befitting of the nature of our work. But was it really that simple? I asked some of those who heard, about their impression of what I meant. In a nutshell, no one got all the layers.

And surprisingly, the misconception here of some friends hinges on the assumption that those who cannot or did not get the wit would fail the litmus test of mine, and be sent by me to a dark lonely corner of Tartarus. No siree! No such thing.

If you get it, great! If not, so what?

(But it would be good to 'get it' lah... why? Fun lah! *grin* )

Malu United!

No, this isn't some post about football. My friends know that I have scant interest in it. My friends also knows that I seldom curse... in Hokkien.

What happened was classic, I went to a store to rent some books. A young girl, say 18-ish?, quote a price which upon checking, I didn't have enough cash. Fine, I replied that I would pick it up later and proceeded to the nearest ATM. After which I paid her.

Guess her reply.

"Mister, you went (ran) to ATM ah?" (Mandarin)

"Ehm... yes."

"But... but... we have NETS leh." While stifling her giggles. Another assistant was barely disguising his chortles.

Normally I would have just laughed it off. But somehow the inner cat in me went :"Hong Kan la! Sibeh Malu la!"

"Wah! so advanced ah. And I 'walked', not run." I replied somewhat lamely.

It was a chinese comics store. And no, the girl wasn't cute. What happened to my world class powers of sarcasm when I needed it ???

Hong Kan la!