Canda(n)ce

Miscellaneous fluff.

I laughed.

Cute as(s)!

‘The bull seldom rushes forward to stomp on your toes. He can go for months and years on end, exhibiting perfect poise and control, inhaling the fragrance of the posies and ignoring the nervous clacking. Then some unexpected day, a pushy person will pile one straw too many on his broad back. He’ll snort and charge. Get out of the way as fast as you can and run for your life!’

It’s hot and I’ve been reading. As I occassionally do. Amongst the myriad of crap out there I have found something that ‘tickles my fancy’. Sun Signs by Linda Goodman. Brilliant stuff. The following few citations entertained me greatly. To the point where I was shaking my head in disbelief.

‘The Taurean temper is seldom displayed impulsively, but when the bull gets mad, he can destroy everything in its path.’

‘In many ways, the Taurean woman is the salt of the earth, a combination of most of the sterling qualities every male looks for and seldom finds. She may have a violent temper but she won’t go on a raging rampage without good provocation. Ordinarily if you don’t torment her beyond human endurance, she’ll play the game of life fairly, with cool, admirable calm.

‘A typicaly Taurean woman can cook her way into your heart…’

‘Most Taurean woman have a marked talent for, or an appreciation of, music and art. Her doodles on the telephone pad are often very clever drawings.’

‘As you get to know her better, you’ll realise that this girl can be a tower of strength. She’s seldom demanding, except in the area of loyalty. Taurean females are never sissies. They seldom whine or complain. You may also find out the hard way that a Taurus woman doesn’t like to be contradicted, especially in public.’

This instantly brings a smile to my face!

Stairway to heaven alright!

Calling a hypocrite a hypocrite represents a stark failure in the hypocrisy, for the real hypocrites escape with the sincerest facades which people fail to detect.

My head hurts.
That’s what happens when I use my brain.

In other news, this enticing creation makes me weak at the knees… *drool*

I have a weird desire for veering off on a tangential rant on (excessive) self-psychoanalysis that is both insignificant and inconsequential.

(I am so tired of being cordial.)

Today was tinged with a bittersweet aftertaste. Sometimes I get to a point where I am sick of being the calm, “cool”, collected, nondescript, tagging-along goody-two shoes. I’d been suppressing my urge just to yell.

I’ve always wanted to say more than what people are prepared to hear, which leads to unilateral rambling on my part. Sadly, the heart of communication lies in its bilateral nature, blurred further by an occasional barrier of hypocrisy that people sub-consciously erect and the humanistic tendency for selective listening.

So, well basically. Once every year or so I feel an intense need to let loose. And I savour it all the time.

It’s not about winning or losing. It’s about standing up for what you believe in.

And I wryly admit defeat.

Intense.