Margaritas ante Porcos

As an angry man, I suffer four times over: because I am angry, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear my anger will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.

I am trapped within my own call to action. Fulfillment is a desolate attic.

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    • john smith
    • July 11th, 2010

    just a question…Margaritas ante porcos – Pearls before swine. To give something valuable to someone not respecting it…so why give it when its not respected?

    i guess this is the genesis of your anger?

    be well…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 12th, 2010

      Suppose the context was not about presenting/giving pearls, but that the pearl was right there under the pig’s nose, but for all the good in the world the pig could not know it was a pearl. Why could the pig not know this? Because it is a pig and it is not in its nature to appreciate or recognise pearls. Can one teach the pig to identify pearls if, in the first place, pearls do not register in the pig’s subconsciousness/consciousness because it is not intelligent enough?

        • john smith
        • July 12th, 2010

        I’m basing this on the assumption that the said pearl is you. Honestly, I do not know what the contexts of your circumstance are, but here’s my two cents worth fn they were in these different scenarios:

        Work:
        You: In a work environment, if you are not recognised for the good work that you do, then you are in the wrong work environment. Alternatively, you are not meeting your critical KPI’s on a regular basis. Of course there is the other scenario that you may not be a team player and too much of a lone wolf.

        The Said Pig: Your boss is only concerned about one thing; making a profit. This is always the case if you are working for someone; whether it’s a multinational company or a sole proprietorship. In this scenario, it’s not his job to recognise favourites. You are a means to an end, that end being profits at the end of the fiscal year. Of course there are times that good work is acknowledged and you’re given the customary pat on the head and the job well done pitch, but always remember – you’re a means to an end.

        The Love Life:
        You: If this is about a relationship, then the feelings that are in this are unrequited. You cannot go into a relationship in the hopes of changing someone; it’s not going to work. The same goes for the other person trying to change you. You might relent because you might really love this person, but as time goes by, you will first resent yourself and then resent the other person. If this is the case, maybe you’re looking for love in all the wrong places. If it’s an office romance, well, the old adage rings true; don’t crap in your own backyard. If you’re not appreciated for who you are, then why pursue it? Rescue yourself with whatever pride you have left and leave if this is the case. You can’t force anyone to love you; it’s got to happen spontaneously.

        The Said Pig: Well, from what you have written, the said pig displays typical narcissistic behaviour, where everything is about the said pig. If you don’t revolve around the universe of the said pig, then you are basically swill. What motivates the said pig is its ego. If you’re bigger than its ego, then you’re in, if you’re not, then the said pig is using you. Beware of the said pig’s deft ability to mind-fuck anyone to do its bidding.

        Footnote: Hollywood has perverted the true definition of love. Love is not a four letter word you use loosely, it’s an action, and you work at it. Love is an action, not just a word

        The Family Life:
        You: This is tricky as emotions run high whenever families are involved. My take on this: give and don’t expect anything back.

        The Said Pig/s: They’re your flesh and blood. They know the right buttons to press. My take on this: don’t retaliate, walk away. Don’t say or do something you might regret one day. Once that happens, nothing that you can say or do will take the guilt away.

        Just to reiterate, I don’t know what your circumstances are, but if it fits into one of these three categories, then I hope that I have contributed to your solution and peace of mind.

        Be well.

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • July 13th, 2010

        Your earnest contribution is very charming, young one, thank you.

        I think it’s okay to crap in one’s backyard, if the occasion ever strikes, because I have a little hidden garden and shit is a natural fertiliser. I had muesli this morning, mmm-mmm, must be really good for the soil, all that fibre!

        I noticed you left out one aspect: friends. I wonder why?

        Hope you’ve had a good day, mon ami/e.

    • john smith
    • July 13th, 2010

    Young one? Charming? Flattery gets you everywhere! Thank you for the compliments. As far as the backyard thing goes; a point where we agree to disagree I’m afraid; it falls under the different strokes for different folks category I guess. As far as your bowel movements go, I’m glad that it all came out well. Having a clean colon is essential these days.

    Yes, I did leave out the friend aspect based on the context of what was written. You write with emotion, you write what you feel, and the words that were written were glaringly transparent that it weren’t about friends or friendship.

    If I am allowed the luxury of processing this by elimination, by observing your entry today, it’s not about your work or your family either.

    Every day is a good day mon ami/e. Be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 13th, 2010

      Yes, young one, because, compared to you, I am practically a vampire.

      Tell me about yourself, please. Am tired of talking about me today.

    • john smith
    • July 13th, 2010

    Wow! This is definitely a bonus! Young? Hardly, but once again, thank you. Just got to say that you’ve taken avoidance to a whole new level. Bram Stoker would totally disagree with your claim to fame said the mortal to the vampire.

    Vampirism? Very, very intriguing. You don’t get to see the real you in the mirror. How’s that working for you?

    There’s nothing much to tell really. I’m not armed with a vial of holy water, silver bullets or a silver spike with a pocket crucifix to boot, so rest assured. What about yourself? Do many know the real you? The one that writes with words deep from the soul?

    Be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 13th, 2010

      Oh, have I? Have I have I have I? Are you not guilty of that too, my dear friend? What is avoidance, really? I’ve lived so long I no longer know the meaning to that word!

      Well, immortality is crazy lonely, but I think this emancipated form of power is good for me. And appearances are no doubt delicious to eat but they don’t help me cross the threshold when I need to. Therefore I do not need a mirror to confirm that I am attractive and not…well, loathsome.

      Hey, hey….I won’t jump you, put away that arsenal of holy water and crucifix…

      Instead tell me if you have ever fallen in love.

      Look forward to your reply.

        • john smith
        • July 13th, 2010

        Wow! 3 responses in 1 day! This is definitely a day not soon forgotten. Me? Avoidance? Perish the thought!

        I have my doubts that you are physically old, just emotionally and mentally….up there. I don’t think you’re even an old soul, but you’re a person that has definitely gone through life’s highs and lows and back. Definitely more than enough for one lifetime. Correct on that assessment?

        I have no doubt that you’re an attractive individual, but that’s just packaging. The eyes are a mirror to your soul, how’s that looking? Jaded? Empty? Disillusioned? Hopeful?

        It’s amazing that so much thought is put into outward appearances these days. When you unwrap the scales, who is the real you?

        Well, to answer your question: I haven’t found that one someone that I can’t live without. Ludwig describes it all in Immortal Beloved.

        And yourself? Has Cupid struck you down? From what you write, you might be in Cupid’s clutches already. Bull’s eye or gaping wound?

        Tag. You’re it. Be well.

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • July 14th, 2010

        Wolf like me, you ain’t gettin’ no more wriggle room today 😀

        On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being ‘loathe’ and 10 being ‘adore’, how much do you like answering questions?

        Why won’t you tell me something about yourself in 20 words.

        Outward appearances are a reflection of the self, is it not? We will find it difficult to conform to a certain sartorial definition if it truly grates against our soul.

        Immortal Beloved, hmm. I will make an effort to get my hands on it some time. Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus remains a faint smear on my mind, been wanting to re-read it, but…”Logic must look after itself.”

        ( )

        Love doesn’t exist.

        But connection does, hyperreal space does, parentheses, gaps and Mobius strips….

        Persimmons or peaches?

        And:

        Vanilla or chocolate for ice-cream flavour?

    • john smith
    • July 14th, 2010

    Wolf like me, you ain’t gettin’ no more wriggle room today 😀

    Top of the morn to you faceless stranger and person of international intrigue. Boo! Hiss! Just when we were peeling that mask away…killjoy!

    On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being ‘loathe’ and 10 being ‘adore’, how much do you like answering questions?

    Asking the right questions always gets the right answers…

    Outward appearances are a reflection of the self, is it not? We will find it difficult to conform to a certain sartorial definition if it truly grates against our soul.

    Nope. I think you skipped that one class when it delved into the topic, ”Masks and the people who wear them”, which was followed by the sub-topic, “101 useful ways to hide the real you.”

    Immortal Beloved, hmm. I will make an effort to get my hands on it some time. Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus remains a faint smear on my mind, been wanting to re-read it, but…”Logic must look after itself.”

    It’s a long day when you try to infuse logic into emotions.

    Love doesn’t exist.

    Pray tell how you did you arrive at this conclusion. Past hurts? A promise to yourself to not get hurt or be vulnerable again? The wall has come up? Wow, how bad was it? Looks like it took a lot out of you.

    But connection does, hyperreal space does, parentheses, gaps and Mobius strips….

    Semantics. A vested interest or to connect with someone does connote a certain element of fondness for that said someone, unless you’re made of plastic of course…

    Persimmons or peaches?

    Neither. Mangoes.

    Vanilla or chocolate for ice-cream flavour?

    There’s nothing remotely vanilla about me. Am open to all forms of chocolate sans ice cream, although Cherry Garcia comes a close second.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 14th, 2010

      Which John Smith are you, the one from The Cure or from Pocahontas?

    • john smith
    • July 14th, 2010

    Which John Smith are you, the one from The Cure or from Pocahontas?

    Erm…The Cure – Robert Smith, Matoaka’s favourite muse – Captain John Smith, me – John Smith; the most common name out there. Sometimes known as the ‘everyman’.

    There’s that avoidance thing again, no answers to the earlier questions or observations, hmmm…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 14th, 2010

      Being and getting hurt is such a cliched emotion. People who don’t have problems have love problems. Have you read Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf? Vulnerability is a legitimate emotion, but hurt is stupidity not wearing a bulletproof vest.

      Smart had one good idea that was stupid, but i guess stupid has/had the balls.

    • john smith
    • July 14th, 2010

    Being and getting hurt is such a cliched emotion.

    The artful dodger surfaces. The skilful manoeuvring has begun…unless you’re an automaton, these two emotions shouldn’t be foreign to you, or to anyone for that matter. Why do you not allow yourself to feel?

    People who don’t have problems have love problems. Have you read Hermann Hesse’s Steppenwolf?

    Ahhh! I recognize the cynic. So what’s your take o wise one; was it about anguish and misery, or was it about healing and a state of grace?

    Vulnerability is a legitimate emotion, but hurt is stupidity not wearing a bulletproof vest.

    An emotion that you work doubly hard to avoid at all costs. So how was the emotional shrapnel? Surface wounds or did it penetrate sinew?

    Smart had one good idea that was stupid, but i guess stupid has the balls.
    Here we go! The infamous saying from the Holy Book of Diesel, Chapter 1. I guess imitation is the best form of flattery.

    Food for thought. Not living is cowardice.

    Be well…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 14th, 2010

      Feel? Well I am cursed with being ruled by my thoughts. My ‘heart’ takes cue from what my brain tells it, I guess. Always have been like that. Because of this I’ve been longing to experience ‘living the moment’ without ‘a thought in the world’. Maybe once upon a time my heart does speak but I hear no sound now. Perhaps it has been quelled by the incessant chatter of my mind.

      Ahhh! I recognize the cynic. So what’s your take o wise one; was it about anguish and misery, or was it about healing and a state of grace?

      It was about a human stifled but kept safe by having the pelt of a wolf as second skin.

      An emotion that you work doubly hard to avoid at all costs. So how was the emotional shrapnel? Surface wounds or did it penetrate sinew?

      It gets a tad heavy when I go jogging.

      Food for thought. Not living is cowardice.

      Do you mean not living life but still being alive, or do you mean being dead is cowardice?

        • john smith
        • July 15th, 2010

        Feel? Well I am cursed with being ruled by my thoughts. My ‘heart’ takes cue from what my brain tells it, I guess. Always have been like that. Because of this I’ve been longing to experience ‘living the moment’ without ‘a thought in the world’. Maybe once upon a time my heart does speak but I hear no sound now. Perhaps it has been quelled by the incessant chatter of my mind.

        Top of the morn to the artful dodger…again! Well, something triggered this thing to happen. Mortals like myself are wired to feel, I don’t know about pseudo vampires though, care to shed some light into this? Wait! You abhor light, my apologies. Let me rephrase…so what happened? What was the trigger moment? Living the moment would mean to trust in your emotions, so I’m guessing this situation has some sprinklings of some trust issues? ( I can almost picture you glazing over this and going…next..)

        It was about a human stifled but kept safe by having the pelt of a wolf as second skin.

        Metaphorically of course. It goes deeper than that.

        It gets a tad heavy when I go jogging.

        Smartass.

        Food for thought. Not living is cowardice.

        Not living life but being alive..yes. oh wait a minute, that would mean to live for the moment, wait a minute, that would mean trusting in your emotions and wait for this…..trusting someone else to bring you to the point of no return.

        Have a good day ahead. be well.

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • July 15th, 2010

        Top of the morn to the artful dodger…again! Well, something triggered this thing to happen. Mortals like myself are wired to feel, I don’t know about pseudo vampires though, care to shed some light into this? Wait! You abhor light, my apologies. Let me rephrase…so what happened? What was the trigger moment? Living the moment would mean to trust in your emotions, so I’m guessing this situation has some sprinklings of some trust issues? ( I can almost picture you glazing over this and going…next..)

        Yyyessssssss, glazing over it like lemon icing on a doughnut. Mmm-mm. Maybe trigger moment was when I bit into my first human being, tasting like moonshine and subtle knives, medlars and sorb-apples, O ruddier than the cherry, O sweeter than the berry –

        Not living life but being alive..yes. oh wait a minute, that would mean to live for the moment, wait a minute, that would mean trusting in your emotions and wait for this…..trusting someone else to bring you to the point of no return.

        That sounds beautiful. Tell me more about it.

    • john smith
    • July 14th, 2010

    on a separate matter, this is a thank you for the electronically stimulating intellectual battle of the minds that goes on here on a daily basis. most of it centers around the thrust and parry technique, but its stimulating nonetheless.

    so once again, thank you. be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 14th, 2010

      Finally we both agree on something!

        • john smith
        • July 15th, 2010

        d’accord.

        • john smith
        • July 15th, 2010

        Yyyessssssss, glazing over it like lemon icing on a doughnut. Mmm-mm. Maybe trigger moment was when I bit into my first human being, tasting like moonshine and subtle knives, medlars and sorb-apples, O ruddier than the cherry, O sweeter than the berry –

        The Artful Dodger replieth. Pity about the glazing. I would have to take you to task on your choice of human beings then. I get it; it left a bitter taste in your mouth. So this was the genesis of your disillusionment? I get the distinct impression that you’re afraid to feel again, hence the reason you hide behind your words. Sometimes it’s the things that you don’t say that speak volumes.

        That sounds beautiful. Tell me more about it.

        Sounding beautiful is one thing, feeling it..bliss. Be well.

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • July 15th, 2010

        Are you trying to convince me of something?

    • john smith
    • July 15th, 2010

    nope, should i be?

    • john smith
    • July 16th, 2010

    this is definitely a first…all quiet on the artful dodger front. hope you are well. have a good weekend ahead.

    be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 20th, 2010

      Who are you, John Smith?

  1. In our earlier conversations, you referred to me as mi perfecta desconocida. I think the moniker fits.

    The Ordinary Person
    If you and I should chance to meet,
    I guess you wouldn’t care;
    I’m sure you’d pass me in the street
    As if I wasn’t there;
    You’d never look me in the face,
    My modest mug to scan,
    Because I’m just a commonplace
    And Ordinary person.

    But then, it may be, you are too
    A person of every day,
    Who does the job when told to do
    And takes the home the pay;
    Who makes a living and family, you do care,
    And works with pick or pen. . . .
    Why, Pal, I guess we’re just a pair
    Of Ordinary people. (I get the feeling that you’re beyond ordinary)

    We plug away and make no fuss,
    Our feats are never crowned;
    And yet it’s common coves like us
    Who make the world go round.
    And as we steer a steady course
    By God’s predestined plan,
    Hats off to that almighty Force:

    THE ORDINARY person.
    Slightly abridged.

    But the quintessential question of the day is this: who are you behind your words?

    Be well..

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 28th, 2010

      Suppose we both went along with this romantic and anachronistic notion of your anonymity that you seem very keen on preserving. Though I can’t help but be suspicious (don’t get me wrong – I am always suspicious and wary), I am intrigued how this will play out. It is needless to say that the things we say to each other will somehow affect us, like you have mentioned. Perhaps I am a lonely violinist living in an attic whom you wish to have as a friend when you’ve had one glass too many in a smoky bar.

      There you are, and here I am, each unable to prove or disprove anything about each other. If I say that I rarely have the inclination to lie and prefer honesty, it might put me in a compromising position against whomever you really are if you beg to differ. At least, in the cold light of day, that is the one thing you can rely on being a truth, even if you are not certain.

      Solitude is independence; it is foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth. Where have you been? Did you pass me on the street? I think it is more plausible for me to entertain the presumption that you know who I am and I don’t know who you are. I’d like to think you are a shy adolescent who is still going about to find his place in the world. You follow me, trail after the thoughts in my head and sniff in abstract delight the cold air that suffuses your young face with a glow. I can keep on weaving these fantastical stories and hope to step on a landmine one day, but will you eventually disappear? I am afraid of habits, attachments or routines. You, my friend, are something I want very much to declare a figment of my imagination.

      I don’t know how much impact my words have, but I sincerely hope that they do produce ripples instead of just being swallowed without a break in the surface, whenever I use them, wherever I go…

      I use my body to steer, not my tongue. Sometimes I think speech is a feeble attempt to imitate body language and sex. How often do we get somewhere when we make noises with our mouths? Furthermore, the written word is so much more eloquent and is in no way hasty or slipshod. You can ‘dash off’ a note but we still draft it in our heads first, don’t we.

      • Suppose we both went along with this romantic and anachronistic notion of your anonymity that you seem very keen on preserving. Though I can’t help but be suspicious (don’t get me wrong – I am always suspicious and wary), I am intrigued how this will play out. It is needless to say that the things we say to each other will somehow affect us, like you have mentioned. Perhaps I am a lonely violinist living in an attic whom you wish to have as a friend when you’ve had one glass too many in a smoky bar.

        The Artful Dodger Lives! Top of the morn to you young one. First off, there is nothing romantic or misguided about my anonymity. I’m just a person that thoroughly enjoys the daily (well it used to be daily, but the curse of the law of diminishing returns is upon us) cerebral thrust and parry elements of the often conflicting thoughts interwoven into the words that are found in this one dimensional world. Much can said about the musings of two intellects I guess. Well, the intrigue goes both ways, but I’m a realist. I like the Rapunzel-like analogy by the way.

        There you are, and here I am, each unable to prove or disprove anything about each other. If I say that I rarely have the inclination to lie and prefer honesty, it might put me in a compromising position against whomever you really are if you beg to differ. At least, in the cold light of day, that is the one thing you can rely on being a truth, even if you are not certain.

        Of course, everything is taken with a pinch of salt here, but there is an element of reality in your writings, which is totally appreciated by the way. Remember, words on a page were first a thought formulated.

        Solitude is independence; it is foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth. Where have you been? Did you pass me on the street? I think it is more plausible for me to entertain the presumption that you know who I am and I don’t. I’d like to think you are a shy adolescent who is still going about to find his place in the world.

        Shy adolescent? Surely you jest. Well young one, been there, done that, got the scars and the t-shirt.

        You follow me, trail after the thoughts in my head and sniff in abstract delight the cold air that suffuses your young face with a glow. I can keep on weaving these fantastical stories and hope to step on a landmine one day, but will you eventually disappear? I am afraid of habits, attachments or routines. You, my friend, is something I want very much to declare a figment of my imagination.

        Well then, let your imagination take flight. I think it would be rude to just disappear like that…unless of course one does step on a landmine. Would you like me to disappear?

        I don’t know how much impact my words have, but I sincerely hope that they do produce ripples instead of just being swallowed without a break in the surface, whenever I use them, wherever I go…

        You underestimate the power of your words and your thoughts. Ripples? Try waves.

        I use my body to steer, not my tongue. Sometimes I think speech is a feeble attempt to imitate body language and sex. How often do we get somewhere when we make noises with our mouths? Furthermore, the written word is so much more eloquent and is in no way hasty or slipshod. You can ‘dash off’ a note but we still draft it in our heads first, don’t we.

        Agreed. I couldn’t have written it better. Written like a true wordsmith. Kudos.

        I wish you a good day ahead. Be well.

    • rareroundheadrubies
    • July 29th, 2010

    I don’t want you to leave just as yet, but I won’t stop you if you want to. How can I be sure you are one person and not many others using the same name? I found out recently that John Smith is also Brad Pitt’s name in Mr and Mrs Smith.

    Have you seen Inception?

    When you mention scars, are you referring to physical or non-physical scars?

    PS. ‘Tis funny when you call me ‘young one’!

    • I don’t want you to leave just as yet, but I won’t stop you if you want to.
      Then I’m here for the duration..

      How can I be sure you are one person and not many others using the same name?
      The meds I take keep my multiple personalities in check, rest assured..

      I found out recently that John Smith is also Brad Pitt’s name in Mr and Mrs Smith.
      We’re not related..but that Angelina, I tellya…

      Have you seen Inception?
      I’m currently writing this in my dream, in a dream, in a dream from that first dream that keeps the last dream in check..

      When you mention scars, are you referring to physical or non-physical scars?
      A bit of both I guess..

      PS. ‘Tis funny when you call me ‘young one’!
      Laughter is good for the soul….young one.

      As always, be well..

  2. oh..by the way, why is it funny to be called young one?

    • rareroundheadrubies
    • July 29th, 2010

    I don’t want you to leave just as yet, but I won’t stop you if you want to.
    Then I’m here for the duration..
    But when’s your next flight out?

    Have you seen Inception?
    I’m currently writing this in my dream, in a dream, in a dream from that first dream that keeps the last dream in check..
    It’s not advisable to use real memories, sonny! 😀

    When you mention scars, are you referring to physical or non-physical scars?
    A bit of both I guess..
    Which part of your body did you scar, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m just curious…if you tell me i’d be able to roughly guess the cause of the scar and…Oh, make it up, if you want. I wouldn’t know for sure would I. Pah!

    It’s funny cos i’m nothing but!

    PS. what does blkmoby1 stand for?

    • But when’s your next flight out?

      Well, it depends on which conglomerate I plan to bring down to its knees…

      It’s not advisable to use real memories, sonny!

      Well, I’m not heading to the basement, am I?

      Which part of your body did you scar, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m just curious…if you tell me i’d be able to roughly guess the cause of the scar and…Oh, make it up, if you want. I wouldn’t know for sure would I. Pah!

      Metaphorically or physically?

      It’s funny cos i’m nothing but!

      So…on the average human age scale (vampires are excluded), between 20-40, where do you stand?

      PS. what does blkmoby1 stand for?

      Well, it was set up a long time ago, it represents a black=dark infinity=Mobius=moby.

      What’s the history behind rareroundheadrubies?

      As always, be well..

    • rareroundheadrubies
    • July 29th, 2010

    Which part of your body did you scar, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m just curious…if you tell me i’d be able to roughly guess the cause of the scar and…Oh, make it up, if you want. I wouldn’t know for sure would I. Pah!

    Metaphorically or physically?

    Am i permitted to ask two questions in a row and get answers? (pretty please with a strawberry on top)

    It’s funny cos i’m nothing but!

    So…on the average human age scale (vampires are excluded), between 20-40, where do you stand?
    I will only answer this question if you’re going to answer it too, whether make believe or not 😀

    PS. what does blkmoby1 stand for?

    Well, it was set up a long time ago, it represents a black=dark infinity=Mobius=moby.

    Wow. I love the mobius strip….

    What’s the history behind rareroundheadrubies?

    Rare for rare dark (a pet project I am working on), Roundhead for a member of the Parliamentarian party in the English civil war who had a habit of wearing his hair short, whereas his enemy, the Cavalier, wore his long, and Rubies because I think rubies are more beautiful than diamonds. Of course ‘R’ because my name begins with an R. And there are not a lot of names that begin with R.

    How did you find this blog and why continue reading it when there are tons of people who write more interesting blogs?

    • Which part of your body did you scar, if you don’t mind me asking? I’m just curious…if you tell me i’d be able to roughly guess the cause of the scar and…Oh, make it up, if you want. I wouldn’t know for sure would I. Pah! Metaphorically or physically?

      If you must know, the physical scars are from the growing years, where mischief is always a part of you. The other scars are life’s lessons that make me who I am today. What about you?

      Am i permitted to ask two questions in a row and get answers? (pretty please with a strawberry on top) It’s funny cos i’m nothing but!

      Sure, knock yourself out.

      So…on the average human age scale (vampires are excluded), between 20-40, where do you stand?
      I will only answer this question if you’re going to answer it too, whether make believe or not 😀

      I’m beyond that 20-40 scale if you must know. If I’m going to make a calculated guess here, I would guess you to be less than 30 give or take 2 years. There’s a youthful exuberance about you, even though you portray yourself as Nosferatu’s best friend.

      Of course ‘R’ because my name begins with an R. And there are not a lot of names that begin with R.

      Rudyard? Raven? Rogue? Oh my God! I knew it! You’re Rihanna! Ela ela ela, ay, ay, ay…maybe not.

      How did you find this blog and why continue reading it when there are tons of people who write more interesting blogs?

      I continue to read it because whether you want to believe it or not, your thoughts and what you write intrigues me to no end. Your blog is beyond interesting, try thought provoking and honest.

      As always, be well..

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • July 30th, 2010

        If you must know, the physical scars are from the growing years, where mischief is always a part of you. The other scars are life’s lessons that make me who I am today. What about you?

        I only have one tiny physical scar from a childhood accident. Not even visible unless you look at me from upside down.

        Am i permitted to ask two questions in a row and get answers? (pretty please with a strawberry on top) It’s funny cos i’m nothing but!

        Sure, knock yourself out.

        Hmm. I don’t come across many John Smiths. I remember one that tried to add me on a social networking site. Were you the one? 😀
        No, that’s just asinine and presumptuous of me. Forget I asked. Is John Smith your real name?

        I’m beyond that 20-40 scale if you must know. If I’m going to make a calculated guess here, I would guess you to be less than 30 give or take 2 years. There’s a youthful exuberance about you, even though you portray yourself as Nosferatu’s best friend.

        Wow, that’s a very good guess! Not completely spot on though. Am a tad disappointed that my mental age appears to be closer to my physical age than I imagined. Ha. Do you like travelling, have you been married? Gee, never thought I could be so curious about somebody since a long time ago…( ) Your comments provide brief, intermittent respite from the drudgeries of daily life. Thank you.

  3. Hmm. I don’t come across many John Smiths. I remember one that tried to add me on a social networking site. Were you the one? 😀

    Top of the morn to you. Nope.

    No, that’s just asinine and presumptuous of me. Forget I asked. Is John Smith your real name?

    Nope

    Wow, that’s a very good guess! Not completely spot on though. Am a tad disappointed that my mental age appears to be closer to my physical age than I imagined. Ha.

    So you’re not Rihanna? Bugger! All right, it’s gotta be Rapunzel. (that violinist in the attic analogy clinched it for me.)

    Do you like travelling, have you been married?

    Most definitely. Most definitely not.

    Gee, never thought I could be so curious about somebody since a long time ago…( ) Your comments provide brief, intermittent respite from the drudgeries of daily life. Thank you.

    Just call me Prozac for short.

    As always, be well..

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • July 30th, 2010

      You know, I think you ought to meet me for coffee.

  4. top of the morn to you..hope it was a good weekend for you.

    coffee? sure, if its geographically possible for you. just got a question though..what happened to the suspicious and wary you? isn’t a coffee meet the total antithesis of what those emotions stand for, unless you have snipers standing by on the high ground waiting for your command to take the shot? 🙂

    i wish you a good day and a good week ahead. as always, be well…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 2nd, 2010

      Good morning to you too! Why, does my shedding of suspicion and wariness put you on guard? Yes, although it is completely going against the grain for me, let’s just say I am compelled to take a leap of faith. Does it sound familiar, my dear Harry? And much as I love the idea of remaking a better, different (with more guns) ‘Duplicity’…I have no desire to shoot you, nor set any hounds loose. As for geographical constrains….let’s see how much of a bother it will be. Need I ask the obvious question that looms large in our faces? Lest of course you’re very against having coffee (with me), we’ll never speak of it again and I’ll take cue from your abrupt change in subject in your next reply.

      Tag, you’re it!

  5. Good morning to you too! Why, does my shedding of suspicion and wariness put you on guard?
    Yes, although it is completely going against the grain for me, let’s just say I am compelled to take a leap of faith.

    On the contrary, was just wondering about the disconnect here between your usual suspicious and wary self and the new devil may care you. What you’re having, I’ll have a double..

    Does it sound familiar, my dear Harry? And much as I love the idea of remaking a better, different (with more guns) ‘Duplicity’…I have no desire to shoot you, nor set any hounds loose.

    There’s nothing like a Harry Potter reference to brighten my day. Not a big fan of Julia, but Clive Owen was spectacular in The International though the ending was a bit weak…

    As for geographical constrains….let’s see how much of a bother it will be. Need I ask the obvious question that looms large in our faces?

    In modern times, it’s called the red dot, no it’s not part of China, although some believe this place is part of China.

    Lest of course you’re very against having coffee (with me), we’ll never speak of it again and I’ll take cue from your abrupt change in subject in your next reply.

    Java, beans, aroma, hazelnut lattes, double shot flat whites and cafe con leches…

    Tag, you’re it!

    Back at ya…

    As always, be well….

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 3rd, 2010

      On the contrary, was just wondering about the disconnect here between your usual suspicious and wary self and the new devil may care you. What you’re having, I’ll have a double..

      Maybe I had it in me all along! It’s kinda tiring to give in to one side of me all the time anyway. Sometimes I have to tell the prim and proper (both in the figurative and literal sense) paranoiac to go screw herself. I always feel like I am split into half, like a fruit.

      In modern times, it’s called the red dot, no it’s not part of China, although some believe this place is part of China.

      Japan? Honto? Which part? あなたは日本のですか? 日本はきれいな国です!

      I come from a place whose land space is invisible on any map. On rare occasions even our name doesn’t appear! Ooh. A problem eh. Not a big one though. What do you reckon?

      PS. http://www.similarminds.com/jung.html

      I know, it is cliched and stereotypical….But for the fun of it! 🙂

  6. Lest of course you’re very against having coffee (with me), we’ll never speak of it again and I’ll take cue from your abrupt change in subject in your next reply.

    just a footnote here, the above mentioned goes both ways. we can start talking about tadpoles next.

    be well..

  7. Maybe I had it in me all along! It’s kinda tiring to give in to one side of me all the time anyway. Sometimes I have to tell the prim and proper (both in the figurative and literal sense) paranoiac to go screw herself. I always feel like I am split into half, like a fruit.

    You’re just human. Don’t be too hard on yourself.. But it’s intriguing to note that you possess a prim and proper side AND a go screw herself side. So, in this battle of internal wills and voices, which side wins most of the time?

    Japan? Honto? Which part? あなたは日本のですか? 日本はきれいな国です!

    NO、私は日本語ではないが、正しい、それであるきれいな国。

    I come from a place whose land space is invisible on any map. On rare occasions even our name doesn’t appear! Ooh. A problem eh. Not a big one though. What do you reckon?

    How the heck am I going to get to Madagascar?

    PS. http://www.similarminds.com/jung.html

    For all its worth… ESTP – “Promotor”. Action! When present, things begin to happen. Fiercely competitive. Entrepreneur. Often uses shock effect to get attention. Negotiator par excellence. 4.3% of total population

    I know, it is cliched and stereotypical….But for the fun of it! 🙂

    Nah, not at all…am now trying to figure out how to insert ESTP onto my license plate..

    As always, be well…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 3rd, 2010

      You’re just human. Don’t be too hard on yourself.. But it’s intriguing to note that you possess a prim and proper side AND a go screw herself side. So, in this battle of internal wills and voices, which side wins most of the time?

      How am I supposed to answer that question: (?)

      A. Based on collective data of the times Side 1 has won and Side 2 has won, which is not accurate because I can only gather data from the day I had control over my consciousness to the present time, discounting the fact that one side may win more than the other in a later stage of my life, or;

      B. Based on the fact that secretly I want one side to win more than the other therefore the former DOES win more than the latter, which is entirely biased, or;

      C. Giving you an answer that will satisfy both of us.

      NO、私は日本語ではないが、正しい、それであるきれいな国。
      How long have you lived in Japan?

      How the heck am I going to get to Madagascar?

      Should I be more specific or do you already have the answer and you’re just kidding? (I wish i could say that in a ‘Sheldon’ tone – Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. Do you watch it?)

      For all its worth… ESTP – “Promotor”. Action! When present, things begin to happen. Fiercely competitive. Entrepreneur. Often uses shock effect to get attention. Negotiator par excellence. 4.3% of total population

      Wow. Almost a complete opposite of mine: INTP – “Architect”. Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

      Nah, not at all…am now trying to figure out how to insert ESTP onto my license plate..

      What sort of car do you drive?

  8. How am I supposed to answer that question: (?)
    A. Based on collective data of the times Side 1 has won and Side 2 has won, which is not accurate because I can only gather data from the day I had control over my consciousness to the present time, discounting the fact that one side may win more than the other in a later stage of my life, or;

    B. Based on the fact that secretly I want one side to win more than the other therefore the former DOES win more than the latter, which is entirely biased, or;

    C. Giving you an answer that will satisfy both of us.

    It’s normal. You’re an architect remember, you thrive on logic. Any deviation makes you nervous. And anything out of your comfort zone makes you nervous as well. You are used to order, frown at chaos.

    How long have you lived in Japan?

    I don’t live in Japan. The closest thing Japan I have is an aunt and a cousin that’s half Japanese.

    Should I be more specific or do you already have the answer and you’re just kidding? (I wish i could say that in a ‘Sheldon’ tone – Sheldon from Big Bang Theory. Do you watch it?)

    Oh dear, not the Sheldon tone! I haven’t gotten the foggiest. Surinam? Morocco? Alabama? And you’re actually a 6ft 7 inmate in Sing Sing called Tiny? (scary thought and I say this with the utmost respect). Nope, am more a Fringe, Chuck and a Leverage kinda person myself.

    Wow. Almost a complete opposite of mine: INTP – “Architect”. Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.

    So if you’re 3.3 and I’m 4.3, what is the makeup of the rest? My interpretation on this is that you’re a brainiac. You can think with clarity and speak well. You have a finely tuned BS meter, almost like a human lie detector. Wow! I can’t say I know many people like this. So do your friends use you as a sounding board when push comes to shove? What happens if you need a sounding board? To whom do you turn to?

    What sort of car do you drive?

    Total practicality here. A continental crossover. Am not that socially conscious. Do you drive? What car do you drive? Are you the go by the rules kinda driver or are you a bat out of hell when you drive?

    As always, be well…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 4th, 2010

      It’s normal. You’re an architect remember, you thrive on logic. Any deviation makes you nervous. And anything out of your comfort zone makes you nervous as well. You are used to order, frown at chaos.

      Aha! Wrong, my dear friend! I am merely demonstrating that your question does not have a straightforward answer. In fact I love to denounce logic. While I like my comfort zone, I do not hesitate to step out of it at the slightest inclination – why else would I flee (haha) my homeland and seek refuge in London for some years? Perhaps the best way to describe it would be that I live in somewhat balanced harmony of chaos and order with the compulsory periodic dip into either sides – like a neverending ebb and flow – that surely comes natural to people of my ilk (i am born under the Gemini sign; what’s yours). Not infrequently in one of my narcissistic reveries, I imagine myself as a beautiful pre-Raphaelite Ophelia poised on the threshold of these two sides, never to belong to Order nor Chaos, hair floating in an invisible breeze.

      I don’t live in Japan. The closest thing Japan I have is an aunt and a cousin that’s half Japanese.

      Oh, but when I asked you where you lived you mentioned a red dot that was often mistaken for being part of China. (???)

      Oh dear, not the Sheldon tone! I haven’t gotten the foggiest. Surinam? Morocco? Alabama? And you’re actually a 6ft 7 inmate in Sing Sing called Tiny? (scary thought and I say this with the utmost respect). Nope, am more a Fringe, Chuck and a Leverage kinda person myself.

      Ah!!! I’ve been wanting to begin on the Stargate Universe episodes but after reading several reviews on the Net I am not sure where to start. Apparently there’s movies and older episodes called Stargate Atlantis. Also the current Stargate Universe has less depth than the older ones. Do you mind giving me a hand here, please, I’m floundering 😀

      Big Bang Theory is still kinda (…) for me and I watch it for the very reasons other people watch ‘Friends’ or ‘Glee’ or ‘Seinfeld’. Alas, I admit I am not completely safe from the lures of the boob tube.

      So if you’re 3.3 and I’m 4.3, what is the makeup of the rest? My interpretation on this is that you’re a brainiac. You can think with clarity and speak well. You have a finely tuned BS meter, almost like a human lie detector. Wow! I can’t say I know many people like this. So do your friends use you as a sounding board when push comes to shove? What happens if you need a sounding board? To whom do you turn to?

      Haha, ok, I MIGHT have that finely tuned BS meter you are talking about but I in no way possess abilities to detect lies! the human psyche is too deep to allow any kind of discerning of truth from lie, be it a machine or a human being. do half-truths count as truths or lies? on what scale are these lies measured against? If I say trees are blue and have clouds that grow on them in the summer, am I lying (if I also knew that I was lying)? What about unconscious lies? Anyway, food for thought!

      As for sounding boards, yes, I am very often used as a sounding board, even though I like to screw with their minds by not giving them what they wanted to hear all along. On countless times I rarely have to give my two cents’ worth; I just need to sit and listen…

      …Therefore I don’t really have a sounding board. If I do burst I pick some unsuspecting friend at random and regurgitate all over the front of their shirts. 😀

      Total practicality here. A continental crossover. Am not that socially conscious. Do you drive? What car do you drive? Are you the go by the rules kinda driver or are you a bat out of hell when you drive?

      Hmm. I don’t drive. I can’t really afford it right now. Suppose I did, I think I would love to have an Audi, or better, a magic carpet.

  9. Aha! Wrong, my dear friend! – why else would I flee (haha) my homeland and seek refuge in London for some years?

    Am chuffed to read your reply! Well logic does serve its purpose, like ok, maybe it’s not a good idea to put your hand over a burning flame, but then again, the escape is sometimes necessary I guess, I give you that.
    Ahh, London, gotta love it innit? For some reason, when in Heathrow, you would think you landed in another foreign country. A great place nonetheless, London I mean, not Heathrow. So if London was your refuge, why leave the sane confines of your refuge? Family? Parents? Responsibilities? All of the above?

    Perhaps the best way – like a never-ending ebb and flow – that surely comes natural to people of my ilk (i am born under the Gemini sign; what’s yours).

    Bugger! The human paradox liveth. That would explain the feeling I get sometimes that I’m talking to two different people at times here.  My sign? I possess a set of scales.

    Not infrequently in one of my narcissistic reveries, I imagined… in an invisible breeze.

    Hmmm, admittedly, an arresting image. Very surreal. Order and chaos? Is your life right down the middle of these two divides? Or does it incline towards one or the other?

    Oh…China. (???)

    Try the little red dot.

    Ah!!! I’ve been wanting to begin on the Stargate Universe episodes but after reading several reviews on the Net I am not sure where to start. Apparently there’s movies and older episodes called Stargate Atlantis. Also the current Stargate Universe has less depth than the older ones. Do you mind giving me a hand here, please, I’m floundering

    Richard Dean Anderson was only good in MacGyver, everything else has paled in comparison. If you would consider an alternative, try the reboot of Battlestar Galactica, it’s pretty good. If Sci-Fi is your thing, Fringe is really the dog’s bollocks.

    Big Bang Theory is still kinda (…) for me and I watch it for the very reasons other people watch ‘Friends’ or ‘Glee’ or ‘Seinfeld’. Alas, I admit I am not completely safe from the lures of the boob tube.

    Hey, don’t underestimate the power of vegging out in front of the tube. But nothing beats a good book. You going to get that Angelina Jolie bio from Andrew Morton?

    Haha, ok…a machine or a human being.

    Agreed, but sociopaths might think otherwise. Two words… Keyser Söze

    Do half-truths count as truths or lies?

    Depends on the context. If a kid asks you if Santa exists…well?

    On what scale are these lies measured against?

    It’s measured against your set of morals. I guess religion plays a part as well, the guilt of lying or the liberation of telling the truth, but it also comes down to the set of principles you possess as an individual. Does the truth set you free?

    If I say trees are blue and have clouds that grow on them in the summer, am I lying?

    No, but whatever you’re smoking, I’ll have two please. Well, while some botanists might disagree with you, this is not considered a lie thing, rather it’s more of a creative and imagination thing, innit?

    (if I also knew that I was lying)?

    Then it’s premeditated. There was a thought process involved.

    What about unconscious lies?

    You mean denial? And no, it’s not the river in Egypt. (I can hear the groan from here). The only time I lie unconsciously is when I’m asleep. (Another groannnnn) But a good point though. If you tell yourself something often enough, you start believing it? Self-fulfilling prophesy or self-delusion?

    Anyway, food for thought!

    Most definitely, with a double helping of bread pudding please.

    As for sounding boards, yes, I am very often used as a sounding board, even though I like to screw with their minds by not giving them what they wanted to hear all along. On countless times I rarely have to give my two cents’ worth; I just need to sit and listen…

    The Gemini in you comes out! You are a good person.

    …Therefore I don’t really have a sounding board. If I do burst I pick some unsuspecting friend at random and regurgitate all over the front of their shirts.

    At random? Don’t you have that one mate that you totally turn to when things are not going the way it should be going? I thought BFF’s are the rage these days?

    Hmm. I don’t drive. I can’t really afford it right now. Suppose I did, I think I would love to have an Audi, or better, a magic carpet.

    Audi, well, it’s a so-so ride, unless you’re into the R8, but hey, a magic carpet, I don’t mind having one myself!

    As always, be well…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 6th, 2010

      Am chuffed to read your reply! Well logic does serve its purpose, like ok, maybe it’s not a good idea to put your hand over a burning flame, but then again, the escape is sometimes necessary I guess, I give you that.

      Yes I admit that I can be quite annoying. No, in fact I can be very annoying!

      Ahh, London, gotta love it innit? For some reason, when in Heathrow, you would think you landed in another foreign country. A great place nonetheless, London I mean, not Heathrow. So if London was your refuge, why leave the sane confines of your refuge? Family? Parents? Responsibilities? All of the above?

      I prefer Schiphol Airport. Or Charles de Gaulle. Heathrow…is just one huge teeming mess….but I love airports anyway. Even Egypt’s. It is…quaint.

      Yep. All of the above.

      Bugger! The human paradox liveth. That would explain the feeling I get sometimes that I’m talking to two different people at times here.  My sign? I possess a set of scales.

      OH! Ok. The scales…:D

      Hmmm, admittedly, an arresting image. Very surreal. Order and chaos? Is your life right down the middle of these two divides? Or does it incline towards one or the other?

      It….fluctuates. Last night after a long day at work my colleagues persuaded me to join them for a drink which turned out to be pretty heavy stuff and pretty heavy drinking. The conversations we had…God! It was so raw. But it was a nice evening. Managed to crawl to work today not half as plastered as I was.

      Do you drink?

      Try the little red dot.

      I think I do know you then. I do, don’t I? Where do you propose this little red dot has passable coffee?

      Richard Dean Anderson was only good in MacGyver, everything else has paled in comparison. If you would consider an alternative, try the reboot of Battlestar Galactica, it’s pretty good. If Sci-Fi is your thing, Fringe is really the dog’s bollocks.

      Thanks. Nope, I’m afraid Fringe doesn’t do anything for me….

      Hey, don’t underestimate the power of vegging out in front of the tube. But nothing beats a good book. You going to get that Angelina Jolie bio from Andrew Morton?

      Are you joking?

      Agreed, but sociopaths might think otherwise. Two words… Keyser Söze

      HAHA. YES. YES!

      Depends on the context. If a kid asks you if Santa exists…well?

      But this is one of the things you are unable to prove or disprove! Maybe he does exist!

      It’s measured against your set of morals. I guess religion plays a part as well, the guilt of lying or the liberation of telling the truth, but it also comes down to the set of principles you possess as an individual. Does the truth set you free?

      Yes, but it also weighs me down.

      You mean denial? And no, it’s not the river in Egypt. (I can hear the groan from here). The only time I lie unconsciously is when I’m asleep. (Another groannnnn) But a good point though. If you tell yourself something often enough, you start believing it? Self-fulfilling prophesy or self-delusion?

      Oh god. Like me you sometimes deserve a good box in the ears! But it was funny, yeeeaahh.

      Most definitely, with a double helping of bread pudding please.

      Bread pudding is mushy, give me a chocolate souffle anytime!

      As for sounding boards, yes, I am very often used as a sounding board, even though I like to screw with their minds by not giving them what they wanted to hear all along. On countless times I rarely have to give my two cents’ worth; I just need to sit and listen…

      The Gemini in you comes out! You are a good person.

      Sigh. Tell me about it…

      At random? Don’t you have that one mate that you totally turn to when things are not going the way it should be going? I thought BFF’s are the rage these days?

      No. I’m not that kind of girl that needs a BFF.

      Hello, how are you?
      What is your name?
      What do you like to do?

  10. why else would I flee (haha) my homeland and seek refuge in London for some years?

    I got it! Pakistan? Iran? The Sudan? Sierra Leone?.. North Korea?

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 6th, 2010

      Haha. One brownie point for trying to be witty. Nope. None of the above!

  11. Wow! This is a definite bonus! A weekend read, courtesy of the young one! Hope you are well.

    Yes I admit that I can be quite annoying. No, in fact I can be very annoying!


    ::bites tongue:: no comment

    I prefer Schiphol Airport. Or Charles de Gaulle. Heathrow…is just one huge teeming mess….but I love airports anyway. Even Egypt’s. It is…quaint.

    Life in transition sometimes make you forget where you are really from. The great escape.

    Yep. All of the above.


    Thought as much. But why? Your family really gets to you? What’s your relationship like with your mom, dad and siblings, if you have any? Good? Cordial? Hate to love em, but love to hate em?

    OH! Ok. The scales…:D

    ::drums fingers: duh. Are you a big believer in horoscopes? If so, why?

    It….fluctuates. Last night after a long day at work my colleagues persuaded me to join them for a drink which turned out to be pretty heavy stuff and pretty heavy drinking. The conversations we had…God! It was so raw. But it was a nice evening. Managed to crawl to work today not half as plastered as I was. 


    How heavy was pretty heavy stuff? Truth or dare heavy stuff or time for confessions heavy stuff? Raw is sometimes good. Something tells me you won’t settle for anything else except raw. What’s your definition of raw? Had one of those nights recently. Sometimes people are not ready for the truth, but the alcohol does help sometimes.

    Do you drink?

    Is the pope catholic?

    I think I do know you then. I do, don’t I?

    Ok, some time back I did a search for blogs. I typed it ‘odds and ends’. Your blog tag was ‘odds and ends, bits and pieces’ if my memory serves me correctly. The rest if proverbial history. For all I know, you might be said Tiny from Sing Sing. Ok, who are YOU?

    Where do you propose this little red dot has passable coffee? 

    Any place that has a bookstore in it works for me, there’s nothing like the smell of freshly roasted beans and a good book

    Thanks. Nope, I’m afraid Fringe doesn’t do anything for me…. 

    Different strokes for different folks I guess.

    Are you joking?
    You know, I can’t slip anything by you these days…

    Agreed, but sociopaths might think otherwise. Two words… Keyser Söze


    HAHA. YES. YES!


    I KNOW!

    Maybe he does exist!


    St Nicholas does, only if you’re Catholic.

    Does the truth set you free? Yes, but it also weighs me down.
 


    A paradox nonetheless, but why weigh you down?

    Oh god. Like me you sometimes deserve a good box in the ears! But it was funny, yeeeaahh.

    Promises promises…

    Bread pudding is mushy, give me a chocolate souffle anytime!

    Different strokes for different folks…part deux

    You are a good person.
Sigh. Tell me about it…


    I did.

    
No. I’m not that kind of girl that needs a BFF. 

    ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the weekly series, no man is his own island, but one begs to differ…so Tiny, how does it feel to be alone in your island?

    Hello, how are you?


    I am fine, thank you for asking, how are you?

    What do you like to do?


    That’s loaded question, be specific. 
ordinarily, I enjoy a good book, am a voracious reader. Am a people person, so being with the gang keeps me busy. Am also in the constant pursuit of finding odds and ends, bits and pieces. What do you like to do besides being a smartass (refer to your statement below)

    Haha. One brownie point for trying to be witty. Nope. None of the above!

    Only one! Freaking Shylock!

    I wish you a good weekend ahead. As always, be well.

  12. Ok, I’m running out of countries, so here goes: the former Soviet Union, the Punjab, a Masai village in the African bush?

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 8th, 2010

      Thought as much. But why? Your family really gets to you? What’s your relationship like with your mom, dad and siblings, if you have any? Good? Cordial? Hate to love em, but love to hate em?

      Will you tell me about yours if I tell you about mine, too? (Imagine me as a petulant child with pigtails that is as yellow as corn asking you this)

      ::drums fingers: duh. Are you a big believer in horoscopes? If so, why?

      Not quite, but you already know I don’t like to denounce anything that seems halfway believable or has potential for being something to believe…

      How heavy was pretty heavy stuff? Truth or dare heavy stuff or time for confessions heavy stuff? Raw is sometimes good. Something tells me you won’t settle for anything else except raw. What’s your definition of raw? Had one of those nights recently. Sometimes people are not ready for the truth, but the alcohol does help sometimes.

      [But in the midst of the freedom he had achieved H. suddenly became aware that his freedom was a death and that he stood alone.The world in an uncanny fashion left him in peace. Other men concerned him no longer. He was not even concerned about himself. he began to suffocate slowly in the more and more rarefied atmosphere of remoteness and solitude. For now it was his wish no longer, nor his aim, to be alone and independent but rather is lot and his sentence. There was no link left, and no one could have any part in his life even had any one wished it. For the air of lonely men surrounded him now, a still atmosphere against which neither will nor longing availed. This was one of the significant earmarks of his life. – Hermann Hesse]

      Because of this I have no BFF, or anyone I would really like to meet up with on a regular basis, and also because I no longer possess those emotions or personality trademarks required to sustain a proper friendship. Sometimes I do long for some girly day out. I have tried to acquire that kind of company, believe me! but I am always disappointed at the sheer superficiality I find conducting myself with by the end of the day. Therefore I conclude it’s me I’m somehow disappointed with!

      I reckon I do share a somewhat close relationship with two of my colleagues. They’re probably what you’d label friends because they’re nice to me with no hidden ill will, like to coerce me into drinks and dinner, and talk to me and…like being with me as a person, I guess.

      Therefore this spills over into our working hours and we continue talking to each other like buddies, cajoling and teasing and mock-bullying.

      So raw was…no holds barred. Brutal honesty. I now know stuff about them I wish I never knew, haha. Alcohol merely served as beautiful gold gossamer for our covering up the stark realities each of us saw one another seeing at that moment in time.

      What a coincidence! Have you had one of those nights too? How did it go? What was your type of raw?

      I think I do know you then. I do, don’t I?

      Ok, some time back I did a search for blogs. I typed it ‘odds and ends’. Your blog tag was ‘odds and ends, bits and pieces’ if my memory serves me correctly. The rest if proverbial history. For all I know, you might be said Tiny from Sing Sing. Ok, who are YOU?

      Forgive me, my suspicious side of me cannot help but resurface!

      Where do you propose this little red dot has passable coffee? 

      Any place that has a bookstore in it works for me, there’s nothing like the smell of freshly roasted beans and a good book

      Do you mind making 3 suggestions? I’ll pick!

      Does the truth set you free? Yes, but it also weighs me down.

      *(read above provided paragraph (Hesse) for answer)*

      That’s loaded question, be specific. 
ordinarily, I enjoy a good book, am a voracious reader. Am a people person, so being with the gang keeps me busy. Am also in the constant pursuit of finding odds and ends, bits and pieces. What do you like to do besides being a smartass (refer to your statement below)

      How’s your ‘gang’ like? Are they like you?

      So how has your search for odds and ends, bits and pieces gone so far?

      And what do you mean by it being a loaded question, how dangerous/widely-encompassing can it be?

      I think I ask too many questions. Oh well…

      ….What I like to do? Read, draw, photoshop, write. Go for walks/runs. I don’t really know. It always feels like my mind is already so preoccupied with so many things all the time!

      • Hola young one! I have to admit that this is the highlight to my weekend, a response from the revered young one. Hope you are well…

        Will you…asking you this)

        I don’t figure you as the pigtail kind, but Raggedy Ann, most definitely, your family story gets my family story.

        Not quite, … being something to believe…

        Ok fair enough. So where does a Gemini and Libra fit into the scheme of things?

        [But in the…significant earmarks of his life. – Hermann Hesse]

        Help me out here, you wish you be alone? You revel in your solitude? (I find that hard to believe) This being your self-imposed sentence? Fear of being vulnerable because of past hurts? Someone used your vulnerability against you? The inability to trust? Betrayal?

        Because of this I have no BFF… required to sustain a proper friendship.

        Why do you not possess these emotions? Something must have triggered it? What was the trigger moment? You would rather be in your own world and be left alone? Or is friendship something you deem not critical but necessary sometimes?

        Sometimes I do long for some girly day out. I …conducting myself with by the end of the day.

        You mean discussing manicures and pedicures and the latest rage in Hollywood fashion gets you down? ☺ I am flabbergasted!

        Therefore I conclude it’s me I’m somehow disappointed with!

        Don’t be too hard on yourself young one. Keep that chin up.

        So raw was…no holds barred. Brutal honesty. I now know stuff about them I wish I never knew, haha.

        That happens a lot, courtesy of the Devil’s drink.

        What a coincidence! Have you had one of those nights too? How did it go? What was your type of raw?

        It is, innit? More than a few. Some ended well, some not so well. I handle my alcohol well. Some do not. So when that happens, I’m the default Aunt Agony and everything is spilled. Some secrets are not meant to be shared, imho. My type of raw fluctuates, it depends on the amount of booze consumed and the mood the gang is in. You name it; politics, bodily functions, realizations, but in all this, there is an element of honesty I appreciate. It removes the mask for a while and you see that person for who that person really is, hurt, secrets and all.

        Forgive me, my suspicious side of me cannot help but resurface!

        You’re human, not holding it against you.

        Do you mind making 3 suggestions? I’ll pick!

        Being the gentleman, since you’re doing the picking anyways, just choose it.

        How’s your ‘gang’ like? Are they like you?

        It’s a motley crew of individuals that have been through thick and thin. Writing about them will not do justice. There are the intellects, the poseurs and the not-too-brights.

        So how has your search for odds and ends, bits and pieces gone so far?

        It’s a work in progress, although I gotta tell you, this one odd and end I found is totally fascinating. Totally riveting. You might have heard about it…

        And what do you mean by it being a loaded question, how dangerous/widely-encompassing can it be?

        Liking something can take on many forms.. specific questions get specific answers..

        I think I ask too many questions. Oh well…

        Ask away young one..

        ….What I like to do? Read, draw, photoshop, write. Go for walks/runs. I don’t really know. It always feels like my mind is already so preoccupied with so many things all the time!

        What preoccupies your mind most of the time? Family? Self? Your current circumstances? Hurts? Human nature?

        As always, be well and enjoy the week ahead. Don’t overthink stuff.

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • August 10th, 2010

        SG. I live in SG just like you do.

        *Btw, if you feel the need to let go some of the banality in your daily life, I’m on this gmail talk thing at blkmoby1@gmail.com. Have a good one.

        Do you mean to invite me to have an online chat with you? Do you…work?

        Hola young one! I have to admit that this is the highlight to my weekend, a response from the revered young one. Hope you are well…

        Revered? It’s sure a tall order to live up to that title!

        I don’t figure you as the pigtail kind, but Raggedy Ann, most definitely, your family story gets my family story.

        There’s not much to say actually. I love my family for all its bright and dark sides but just have trouble grappling with the fact that the rest of my life I owe to my parents (responsibilities, time, filial piety) just because they think that making a decision to have children means they have the right to own them indefinitely.

        Ok fair enough. So where does a Gemini and Libra fit into the scheme of things?

        🙂

        [But in the…significant earmarks of his life. – Hermann Hesse]

        Help me out here, you wish you be alone? You revel in your solitude? (I find that hard to believe) This being your self-imposed sentence? Fear of being vulnerable because of past hurts? Someone used your vulnerability against you? The inability to trust? Betrayal?

        No…Solitude is a double-edged sword.

        Because of this I have no BFF… required to sustain a proper friendship.

        Why do you not possess these emotions?
        I don;t know.

        Something must have triggered it?
        Perhaps. But what?

        What was the trigger moment?
        Same question as above?

        You would rather be in your own world and be left alone?
        Not really, no.

        Or is friendship something you deem not critical but necessary sometimes?
        Hmm. No. I would love a friend that does not exist for the sole reason of ‘I scratch my back and you scratch mine’.

        Don’t be too hard on yourself young one. Keep that chin up.

        Bah.

        So raw was…no holds barred. Brutal honesty. I now know stuff about them I wish I never knew, haha.

        That happens a lot, courtesy of the Devil’s drink.

        What a coincidence! Have you had one of those nights too? How did it go? What was your type of raw?

        It is, innit? More than a few. Some ended well, some not so well. I handle my alcohol well. Some do not. So when that happens, I’m the default Aunt Agony and everything is spilled. Some secrets are not meant to be shared, imho. My type of raw fluctuates, it depends on the amount of booze consumed and the mood the gang is in. You name it; politics, bodily functions, realizations, but in all this, there is an element of honesty I appreciate. It removes the mask for a while and you see that person for who that person really is, hurt, secrets and all.

        Forgive me, my suspicious side of me cannot help but resurface!

        You’re human, not holding it against you.

        Do you mind making 3 suggestions? I’ll pick!

        Being the gentleman, since you’re doing the picking anyways, just choose it.

        How’s your ‘gang’ like? Are they like you?

        It’s a motley crew of individuals that have been through thick and thin. Writing about them will not do justice. There are the intellects, the poseurs and the not-too-brights.

        So how has your search for odds and ends, bits and pieces gone so far?

        It’s a work in progress, although I gotta tell you, this one odd and end I found is totally fascinating. Totally riveting. You might have heard about it…

        And what do you mean by it being a loaded question, how dangerous/widely-encompassing can it be?

        Liking something can take on many forms.. specific questions get specific answers..

        I think I ask too many questions. Oh well…

        Ask away young one..

        ….What I like to do? Read, draw, photoshop, write. Go for walks/runs. I don’t really know. It always feels like my mind is already so preoccupied with so many things all the time!

        What preoccupies your mind most of the time? Family? Self? Your current circumstances? Hurts? Human nature?

        As always, be well and enjoy the week ahead. Don’t overthink stuff.

  13. Welcome to this morning’s episode of, “Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego!” The guessing goes on…

    Cuba, Belarus, India and Mongolia.

    Tune in tomorrow for another futile episode of WiTWiCS!

    As always be well…

    *Btw, if you feel the need to let go some of the banality in your daily life, I’m on this gmail talk thing at blkmoby1@gmail.com. Have a good one.

  14. SG. I live in SG just like you do.

    Holy cowpies Batman! Are you serious?

    Do you mean to invite me to have an online chat with you? Do you…work?

    It’s an invitation, yours to accept or decline. Yes I do…work.

    Revered? It’s sure a tall order to live up to that title!

    Somehow I get the feeling that you will manage.

    There’s not much to say actually. I love my family for all its bright and dark sides but just have trouble grappling with the fact that the rest of my life I owe to my parents (responsibilities, time, filial piety) just because they think that making a decision to have children means they have the right to own them indefinitely.

    Erm, yes and no. There will be a time when the apron strings will be cut. And yes, you will always be that 10 year old running around up to no good.

    No…Solitude is a double-edged sword.

    Yes, but its what you do with the sword that’s key little grasshopper.

    Why do you not possess these emotions?
I don;t know.

    Don’t be a sulk, of course you do.

    Something must have triggered it?
Perhaps. But what?

    You tell me.

    You would rather be in your own world and be left alone?
Not really, no.

    So what’s the alternative?

    Hmm. No. I would love a friend that does not exist for the sole reason of ‘I scratch my back and you scratch mine’.

    So it’s a means to an end?

    Don’t be too hard on yourself young one. Keep that chin up.
    Bah.

    Bah. Indeed!

    I wish you a good evening ahead. As always, be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 11th, 2010

      Holy cowpies Batman! Are you serious?

      Somewhat disappointing, huh.

  15. Somewhat disappointing, huh.

    On the contrary. It’s most intriguing actually…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 11th, 2010

      Why is it/how can it be intriguing?

      Disappointing cos I figured you might think it’s more interesting if I was from some other continent.

  16. why would it be disappointing? Pray tell.

  17. here are the reasons that how and why it can be intriguing..

    well, here goes…the intellect, the thought process, the way you look at life, the way you articulate yourself, the sense of humor when you decide to prove to everyone you possess one…want me to continue?

    This got me thinking, so I did a what if SWOT analysis kinda of thing… what if you were from:

    the African continent, I would have to spit in your face as a welcome gesture, you would have to do likewise. Personally, I dont think spitting is cool. Of course the other way is to drink a live cow’s blood as a rite of acceptance. Its either this or wearing a loin cloth and jumping up and down like the Masai.

    the Americas, I would have have to offer a human blood sacrifice at the temple of Kukulkan, or maybe Machu Pichu. I hear the game there is pretty fresh year round.

    if it was Europe, I would have to dress in robes, gather a few witches, warlocks and druids (present company excluded of course, although I cant say the same about some of the people I know), have a seance with pint or two and welcome the spirits at Stonehenge.

    So there, you can’t beat logic like this.

    As always, be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 12th, 2010

      🙂 thank you.

      • No worries, have a good day ahead. As always, be well…

  18. Ok, I can hear the groooaaaaannnn or the purleeeeeeez from here…(in reference to the continent diatribe)

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 12th, 2010

      Haha, yes I did. I did groan!!!

      • Wow! A tough audience this morning. I guess one-liners are the rage these days.

        Question: Since when did you become a person of few words?

        Holy cowpies Batman! Are you serious?
        Somewhat disappointing, huh.

        I get the impression that the disappointment that you referred to yesterday is something you feel.

        As always, be well..have a good day at work and enjoy the Thursday ahead.

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • August 12th, 2010

        Question: Since when did you become a person of few words?

        Everything is just dust in the wind. Love that song. Maybe there really isn’t much to say!! (??)

        What do you do?

        Holy cowpies Batman! Are you serious?
        Somewhat disappointing, huh.

        I get the impression that the disappointment that you referred to yesterday is something you feel.

        That I’m disappointed I living here? Yes of course!

  19. Welcome to the daily chronicles of the daily battles the young one; where two separate manifestations occupy one body. From the person that has a million questions, observations about everything from the human condition to the world around you to nothingness, wow, a total 180 here. Yup, the Gemini in you has resurfaced.

    What do I do? What don’t I do?

    Well, when the world gives you lemons, you make lemonade, not sulk. Didn’t imagine you for a sulk. 🙂

    As always, be well. Don’t sweat on the small stuff.

  20. So…what did the parents do this time? You got yourself grounded? Missed your curfew?

    Don’t sulk. 🙂

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 12th, 2010

      I am not sulking!

      • You have turned the one-sentence answer into an art-form.

  21. Your one-sentenceitis is infectious…

  22. And…you’re sulking…

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 12th, 2010

      but there’s nothing to sulk about!

      • Exactly! So stop it!

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • August 13th, 2010

        Is this your sorry attempt (for god knows what reason!) to piss me off? Because you’re talking to me as if you knew what was going on. And I don’t know what is going on.

  23. Anyways, the work day is coming to an end, I wish you a good evening ahead, be well and take care of yourself.

  24. It’s all becoming clear to me now…I think I was having a Chandler Bing moment and was transported into an episode of Friends for a moment there. Yes, yes, admittedly, there is much to be desired here, the intention was not to offend (piss you off), but it has.

    Humor is overrated these days if you ask me.

    Anyways, I wish you the best, enjoy the weekend and hope you find what you seek in life.

    As always, be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 13th, 2010

      Well, words don’t convey tonal inflections…

      ‘…..what you seek in life’: why does that sound so…final?

      Haha. You have a nice weekend too, and may you find what you seek in life if you haven’t already.

      • You are right, damn this one dimensional world!

        Final? Au Contraire…

        What I seek in life is a continuous work in progress.

        My weekend has started!

        As always,be well.

        *So when are you going to take up my offer on that MSN thing? ::drums fingers:: (to compensate for the lack of tonal inflections..::

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • August 16th, 2010

        are u sure u r how old u say u r? u sound much younger.

  25. Words mean more than what is set down on paper. It takes the human voice to infuse them with deeper meaning.

    Maya Angelou

  26. are u sure u r how old u say u r? u sound much younger.

    It’s the young one (who adamantly wants to believe that she’s as old as Nosferatu)!::does dance of joy:: Hope you are well!

    You do realize that compliments will get you everywhere!

    I’m a Libra remember? I’m brimming with youthful exuberance.

    I wish you a good week ahead. As always, be well young one.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 19th, 2010

      🙂

      Oh yeah, i don’t have msn.

      • top of the morn to you young aged one. the cryptic one liners are back with a vengeance.

        no msn? most assuredly, the loss is mine.

        i wish you a good day ahead, and as always, be well.

        • rareroundheadrubies
        • August 20th, 2010

        no vengeance, really, please. but how are you?

  27. and a good afternoon to you on this really, really wet day young aged one. hope that you are well. i don’t know about you, but i’m glad that today is a friday.

    i’m doing good. how are you doing? what you been up to lately? how’s work? how’s life? you going through a rough patch?

    i wish you a good weekend ahead.

    as always be well young aged one.

  28. its afternoons like these that a steaming cup of hazelnut latte would be most satisfying at hitting the spot.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 23rd, 2010

      Hmm, what could this possibly mean?

  29. just venturing a guess here, but i think it alludes to the appreciation of a hot cup of java on a wet friday afternoon.

    i wish you a good week ahead. as always, be well.

      • rareroundheadrubies
      • August 23rd, 2010

      Fancy sharing a cup of your favourite ol’ coffee with a stranger?

      • sure, why not. as long as the sniper on the bell tower is asked to stand down, the shotgun behind the barista is emptied and the ninja stars in your purse are dulled.

        what the heck, i don’t think i would be able to outrun all three in my old age.

        as always, be well…

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