drop drop drop...... drop....
SPLOOOOOOOSH!!!!
WHOOOOOOSH!!!
AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!!!!
That's normally the sounds you hear when it rains in Cape Town.
During the rainy season it can rain at anytime. See there are no clouds in the sky during winter? Sure, fine! Let's go out and enjoy the cool breeze outside! :D
20 minutes later you find yourself without a rain jacket, cold and wet.
While I do not mind the rain at all (and sometimes it could be really fun walking in the rain) the winds are a tad annoying during the rain season. No matter where and how you cover yourself up, you will get wet indefinitely. Now.... comes the wind to blow her icy breath over all the soaking areas and in every crevasse.
Living in Cape Town you often find ways around this. Unless you drive a car and have heaters at home, then you do not improvise as much :P
Walking in the rain one notice how crazy people get! :D
People in cars flinch and drive as if they are getting soaked inside. When you sit as a passenger, just look at the driver once more and remember this. They flinch and panic. -_-;
Have you ever noticed that slow walking people usually try to run, but remain at the same speed?
It would only be their legs move a bit faster, more steps but for the same distance to speed. It defeats the purpose of "running".
I simply walked past a running "aunty" with ease... I shouldn't really laugh, but it was so hilarious that I walked slower to observe this comical run. She was on the grass lawn of the company she worked for and refused to jump the fence, so she had to "run" to get around this 15 meter fence.
I simply walked on the other side of the fence on the pavement to watch the show.
For every big step she would normally take while walking she exchanged it for 3 shorter steps with a running pose making "eep, aiii, and hai" noises as they rain gave her friendly hugs and kisses.
There was even a short gutter step that she anticipated to jump over.
Running as fast as her replacement steps could take her she stopped in front of the enormously tiny step and jumped with both feet.
Both feet did in fact land on the other side of the 5 cm gutter line. Satisfied she sighed and got into the running form again... "eep, aiii and hai" she carried on... running...
At this point I shook my head and laughed, still walking faster than she ran.
Albeit people say I walk really fast. In this instance I slowed myself down.
Galloping along she finally made it to the door in the fence and stepped out and under a tree with a good "eish" sound while wiping her brow. That was some really fast running, my dear, just don't try that downhill.
But ai... there wasn't much one could do besides walking slowly to notice this effort. At least she laughed while she galloped. Neigh...
So long as the rain come straight down and not be affected by crazy cape town winds, then this place would be alright :)
Adele might set fire to the rain but Spongebob can make a campfire under water.
Monday, 10 March 2014
Thursday, 27 February 2014
The one other night...
Like each night... I slept.
One time I woke up, but not entirely.
I found myself at a psychic prison for small mediums at large.
Make little things count: teach midgets math.
That was the slogan for their education centre.
I found one midget who managed to climb the fence. As he descended he just stared at me and sneered. I thought that was a little condescending
So then this guy with an ejaculation problem came from nowhere....
He said he was a magician. He walked down the street and turned into a grocery store
I saw this and went "Wow. That's clever word play..."
Some other random blind dyslexic old man who heard this commotion, asked me if I have heard about the mexican train killer.
I said I didn't. What was the issue?
And he said "I dunno.... He had loco motives"
Then the blind dyslexic old man walked into a bra to order binger gear.
I wanted to leave that place and saw a bike... It didn't want to stand on its own because it was two tired...
As I turned around I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger.... Then it hit me
I woke up by a guy who told me "you're in trouble" I asked why and he said it was a bladder problem. "Urine trouble" he yelled again, then paused and realized he was yelling in the wrong ward and moonwalked away.
Getting fed up by spending another crazy time in the hospital I left and went to the park.
I got this plan you see.... I wrote a song about tortillas.
Its actually more like a wrap.
To get back to the midgets. Have you even noticed how little dwarves and midgets have in common?
And mentioning dwarves... when ever one approaches you and says "I am not happy", you should ask him which one he is then.
Sigh..... I should do stand up laying down.
It's when I think the most.
"Hello people... Can you see how excited I am to be here?" and then flop down on the park bench.
I believe I would be a terrible stand-up, lying down.
When I lay down I also think of the good things living in Switzerland.
I often ask myself "what are the good points about that country?"
I don't know... but the flag is a big plus.
So after visiting the park I went back to my job at the little psychic prison and found they had a funeral for the one who climbed the fence. He wanted back in but his body was cut in two when he fell. His whole left side was cut off, so he is all right now.
On his gravestone he always wanted it to say "We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse." I guess his life could have been a bit longer...
The guy giving the eulogy was just talking too much and then I realized there are two kinds of people who don’t say much: those who are quiet and those who talk a lot. I decided to leave that morbid place and just go somewhere else but how do I say that since at a funeral it is the only place where "I'm sorry" and "I apologize" does not mean the same thing...
I just left but my mind raced. If that little guy got burnt to death, would he have gotten a discount at the crematorium?
Walking back home I also thought about how much I have progressed with my own issues.
I never used to finish sentences, but now I
One time I woke up, but not entirely.
I found myself at a psychic prison for small mediums at large.
Make little things count: teach midgets math.
That was the slogan for their education centre.
I found one midget who managed to climb the fence. As he descended he just stared at me and sneered. I thought that was a little condescending
So then this guy with an ejaculation problem came from nowhere....
He said he was a magician. He walked down the street and turned into a grocery store
I saw this and went "Wow. That's clever word play..."
Some other random blind dyslexic old man who heard this commotion, asked me if I have heard about the mexican train killer.
I said I didn't. What was the issue?
And he said "I dunno.... He had loco motives"
Then the blind dyslexic old man walked into a bra to order binger gear.
I wanted to leave that place and saw a bike... It didn't want to stand on its own because it was two tired...
As I turned around I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger.... Then it hit me
I woke up by a guy who told me "you're in trouble" I asked why and he said it was a bladder problem. "Urine trouble" he yelled again, then paused and realized he was yelling in the wrong ward and moonwalked away.
Getting fed up by spending another crazy time in the hospital I left and went to the park.
I got this plan you see.... I wrote a song about tortillas.
Its actually more like a wrap.
To get back to the midgets. Have you even noticed how little dwarves and midgets have in common?
And mentioning dwarves... when ever one approaches you and says "I am not happy", you should ask him which one he is then.
Sigh..... I should do stand up laying down.
It's when I think the most.
"Hello people... Can you see how excited I am to be here?" and then flop down on the park bench.
I believe I would be a terrible stand-up, lying down.
When I lay down I also think of the good things living in Switzerland.
I often ask myself "what are the good points about that country?"
I don't know... but the flag is a big plus.
So after visiting the park I went back to my job at the little psychic prison and found they had a funeral for the one who climbed the fence. He wanted back in but his body was cut in two when he fell. His whole left side was cut off, so he is all right now.
On his gravestone he always wanted it to say "We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse." I guess his life could have been a bit longer...
The guy giving the eulogy was just talking too much and then I realized there are two kinds of people who don’t say much: those who are quiet and those who talk a lot. I decided to leave that morbid place and just go somewhere else but how do I say that since at a funeral it is the only place where "I'm sorry" and "I apologize" does not mean the same thing...
I just left but my mind raced. If that little guy got burnt to death, would he have gotten a discount at the crematorium?
Walking back home I also thought about how much I have progressed with my own issues.
I never used to finish sentences, but now I
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Trust in me...
They often say that the grass is greener on the other side. Well... I think it is because it is fertilized with a lot of bullshit.
People just simply don't know the meaning of honor, trust or promises. While I do not expect people to be perfect and virtuous at all times, it would be nice if people try and adhere to their own words. That little thing someone says might have a huge impact on someone else's life, especially if you tell them you like them a lot and promise them fun times out and get their hopes up and telling them to relax, you won't go anywhere. Telling a friend that you promise that you will get them sorted, but then only by your own terms and selfish ideals. Those times where you really inspire someone and keeping them along just so that you yourself have a cushion to fall unto when ever you need to feel good.
Guess what.... that friend you are misusing won't be there long enough when you keep on shattering their trust life line.
Broken trust is like melted chocolate. No matter how you freeze it, you cannot return it to its original shape.
People need to show how serious they are when they bestow their actions of promises.
Here is what the dictionary says:
Promise: a declaration or assurance that one will do something or that a particular thing will happen.
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| Herd you were talking shit... |
Apparently people just don't know the meaning of it, as simple as the explanation is above.
You don't even have to say the word for instance "well, dear, I promise I will rob that bank for you"
But the indication that you say you will do something for someone means you should do it.
Doesn't help saying something to make someone feel good just so that you feel good too.
WTF is that then!?
Confused: lacking order and so difficult to understand
Hope: a feeling of expectation and desire for a particular thing to happen. a feeling of trust.
http://antmagnum.blogspot.com/2013/09/hope.html
For each person that inspires trust and hope to someone, just be very very careful. Each time trust and hope breaks in someone a little piece of them dies as well.
Try and be that good person to really give hope to someone without using words, but via actions.
That is what I try to live by and while I'm not perfect, I also make mistakes (and a strong guilty conscious doesn't help me either), I do not consciously use people for my own intentions, besides trying my best to live a happy life while they can be happy too.
My life involves the people around me, so hurting them would be hurting me.
Maybe I try too much in life or maybe I should just take a big step back... so far... that I might even go back in time... and just ignore the pains of people around me and focus selfishly on myself and become a Scrooge.
Though... I believe that to be improbable. It is not written in my core code, however, people and their issues have made me a bit more tougher (with shields), which is good for my perseverance, but is also bad that it lowers my trust in people. Changes comes with good and bad, but the point where the two meet never changes.
...The center point of two opposites where you really find yourself.
Somewhere, someone should try and be that kind person that tries...
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| ...to helps another up. |
Monday, 17 February 2014
My age old Friend.... Bread
Dear Bread
You've been in my life for as early as my memory recalls.
You fit in well with most of my other friends like Peanut Butter, Oxo, Nutella and Cheese... just to mention few.
Never argue to yell "That's MY Jam!" instead, you've always kept it safe for me.
You fed my family and friends. You are always shared amongst people and can even create peace by breaking bread.
There has been times where you have upsetted me, but only when I've left you alone to grow old.
You've been on television many a times but never make a noise. So humble :)
Centuries old, but you can still be found to be fresh with the gang. You're cool out of the fridge, hot when toasted and even great when your mood is at room temperature.
If people abuse you, you cling on them for more energy but you leave it up to them how they use your motivation...
Some people even try to avoid you saying how fattening you can be for them, but that is just another way of saying you are too good.
You can be in the shape of a star, or sometimes you're even a square, but you are always a delight.
You are very gracious in acceptance and you even receive the odd couples with no complaint and lovingly accept them. Remember when you took in the odd family of chips, cheese and peanut butter?
You can roll any cold meat with ease. And when you are flat, you just sit in your pre-heated sauna to rise up again to take on the world.
Sometimes you cause people to become a little constipated, but they always come back to you.
Every store accepts you, every home has you, even homeless people ask for you, or at least just a taste of you, yet you do not consume people's lives to their destruction.
You, my friend, are probably the most addictive thing since sliced bread and never have it been said to ban you or go to jail for knowing you. All countries in all the world, every story and even in some fictional ones, you are needed.
Thank you, Bread, our friend. We love you!
Bread says:
Thank you Ant!
You've been too modest, Bread.... :)
You've been in my life for as early as my memory recalls.
You fit in well with most of my other friends like Peanut Butter, Oxo, Nutella and Cheese... just to mention few.
Never argue to yell "That's MY Jam!" instead, you've always kept it safe for me.
You fed my family and friends. You are always shared amongst people and can even create peace by breaking bread.
There has been times where you have upsetted me, but only when I've left you alone to grow old.
You've been on television many a times but never make a noise. So humble :)
Centuries old, but you can still be found to be fresh with the gang. You're cool out of the fridge, hot when toasted and even great when your mood is at room temperature.
If people abuse you, you cling on them for more energy but you leave it up to them how they use your motivation...
Some people even try to avoid you saying how fattening you can be for them, but that is just another way of saying you are too good.
You can be in the shape of a star, or sometimes you're even a square, but you are always a delight.
You are very gracious in acceptance and you even receive the odd couples with no complaint and lovingly accept them. Remember when you took in the odd family of chips, cheese and peanut butter?
You can roll any cold meat with ease. And when you are flat, you just sit in your pre-heated sauna to rise up again to take on the world.
Sometimes you cause people to become a little constipated, but they always come back to you.
Every store accepts you, every home has you, even homeless people ask for you, or at least just a taste of you, yet you do not consume people's lives to their destruction.
You, my friend, are probably the most addictive thing since sliced bread and never have it been said to ban you or go to jail for knowing you. All countries in all the world, every story and even in some fictional ones, you are needed.
Thank you, Bread, our friend. We love you!
Bread says:
Thank you Ant!
You've been too modest, Bread.... :)
Thursday, 6 February 2014
Food
Nom nom nom
You think you win when you can munch that unhealthy looking monster dish by biting it to pieces?
What most probably haven't thought about actively is that they fight back.... viciously.
Food has a way of coming back, often not in their original form (but on a rare occasion they do) and certainly reveals itself as a lumpy piece of ....
It is there to mock you and spit its aroma in the air.
Last night I ate only a Huge piece of Polony for supper. I shouldn't have. I know it. It was like a giant meat apple! nom nom..... nom.....
Left me quite paralyzed in forming new vigor to fight off fatigue.
Today at work...? Rather not say how I feel.
Last week I had a bad run in with fruit as well. One would think it can only be healthy and detoxing, Oh my Gourd I was wrong.
My stomach went "Nah-uh! That's my JAAAAM!!" and decided to dance with fruit in my stomach.... for days...
Now I have resorted to drinking pills to create a beter stomach acid level. I yelled back at my stomach "Nah-uh! That's my PLAAAAN!!"
By the way, to all the fruitarians out there.... What is a fruit? Isn't it a plant embrio? Seriously, you're only eating plant babies! :(
What if someday the trees disagrees and unroot themselves to root out "evil" baby snatching humans?
It would be like the great Ent battle at Isengard... Complete with vegetable eating hobbits on their shoulders.
That lovely looking lemon tree in your garden is knocking on your window and then when you open the curtain you are pelted in the face right through the glass and then you have a fight with an lemon scENTed.
Imagine that...
Some people cry about eating certain food, whimpering as they put it firmly in their Parkinson-like moving teeth... some people don't want to eat food... then they die ;(
Some people doesn't care what they eat and eat a lot, still remain in good shape, bless your soul! (and what is your secret!??)
Eat a balanced meal and take less sugar. Just treat yourself by learning what food has in them and nurture your body with correct foods and DO NOT make half your diet of pills. We do not want to create that show called (P)ill Talk. The P in Pill Talk stands for Personally...
So as usual, my blogs normally seem so senseless, but just wanted to convey that when you take care of your food then they will take care of you. Like most things in life. :)
Eat well, share food, make friends, live happy.
:D
You think you win when you can munch that unhealthy looking monster dish by biting it to pieces?
What most probably haven't thought about actively is that they fight back.... viciously.
Food has a way of coming back, often not in their original form (but on a rare occasion they do) and certainly reveals itself as a lumpy piece of ....
It is there to mock you and spit its aroma in the air.
Last night I ate only a Huge piece of Polony for supper. I shouldn't have. I know it. It was like a giant meat apple! nom nom..... nom.....
Left me quite paralyzed in forming new vigor to fight off fatigue.
Today at work...? Rather not say how I feel.
Last week I had a bad run in with fruit as well. One would think it can only be healthy and detoxing, Oh my Gourd I was wrong.
My stomach went "Nah-uh! That's my JAAAAM!!" and decided to dance with fruit in my stomach.... for days...
Now I have resorted to drinking pills to create a beter stomach acid level. I yelled back at my stomach "Nah-uh! That's my PLAAAAN!!"
By the way, to all the fruitarians out there.... What is a fruit? Isn't it a plant embrio? Seriously, you're only eating plant babies! :(
What if someday the trees disagrees and unroot themselves to root out "evil" baby snatching humans?
It would be like the great Ent battle at Isengard... Complete with vegetable eating hobbits on their shoulders.
That lovely looking lemon tree in your garden is knocking on your window and then when you open the curtain you are pelted in the face right through the glass and then you have a fight with an lemon scENTed.
Imagine that...
Some people cry about eating certain food, whimpering as they put it firmly in their Parkinson-like moving teeth... some people don't want to eat food... then they die ;(
Some people doesn't care what they eat and eat a lot, still remain in good shape, bless your soul! (and what is your secret!??)
Eat a balanced meal and take less sugar. Just treat yourself by learning what food has in them and nurture your body with correct foods and DO NOT make half your diet of pills. We do not want to create that show called (P)ill Talk. The P in Pill Talk stands for Personally...
So as usual, my blogs normally seem so senseless, but just wanted to convey that when you take care of your food then they will take care of you. Like most things in life. :)
Eat well, share food, make friends, live happy.
:D
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Dear mom...
Dear mom
I would like to begin this letter by saying thank you.
Not really a reason why, but just because there are so many times one would like to say thanks but often cannot say it.
It is because you are you. What you have done and how you have handled things.
You are still human and do make some mistakes, but you always manage to save it by being a good mother.
It is because of that human error and the ability to show us through example how to make things right.
Most of all it is the good heart you manage to show people around you, especially people that have wronged you which you have not discarded but still care for like they are normal people.
You always smile at gifts we may think wasn't enough, but your smile always say it was better than you could hope for because as real as the gift was so was your smile.
Your rocky life path may have been layered with stones, but you turned those stones into a well fortified castle which stands as a home of care.
You may not have been able to live your dream career, but you definitely apply that same dream at home and quite supernumerary than you might think.
Smart and more technology savvy than anyone might ask for. Though through these compliments you did not allow me to make food, probably because I might have burnt it. So good move there!
However, I still think I made the best Cremora-tart. :P
Albeit, one success cannot compare to the recipes you know by memory.
You still pack a mean punch throughout the years and I secretly smile every time you manage to leave ol' dads a mark on his arm. I'm sure he is proud because he doesn't bruise easily as he says.
You should do that more often!
The distance you've traveled to help family and friends. Literally and spiritually. I do not know of anyone else who puts their time aside like you have.
Not only are you very patient and good-hearted, but you are as tough as vibranium nails. Enough to let Wolverine go and cry at his mommy!
So for each message here, it ends with a thank you.
Thank you mom for being the best mother and friend a person could have!
I would like to begin this letter by saying thank you.
Not really a reason why, but just because there are so many times one would like to say thanks but often cannot say it.
It is because you are you. What you have done and how you have handled things.
You are still human and do make some mistakes, but you always manage to save it by being a good mother.
It is because of that human error and the ability to show us through example how to make things right.
Most of all it is the good heart you manage to show people around you, especially people that have wronged you which you have not discarded but still care for like they are normal people.
You always smile at gifts we may think wasn't enough, but your smile always say it was better than you could hope for because as real as the gift was so was your smile.
Your rocky life path may have been layered with stones, but you turned those stones into a well fortified castle which stands as a home of care.
You may not have been able to live your dream career, but you definitely apply that same dream at home and quite supernumerary than you might think.
Smart and more technology savvy than anyone might ask for. Though through these compliments you did not allow me to make food, probably because I might have burnt it. So good move there!
However, I still think I made the best Cremora-tart. :P
Albeit, one success cannot compare to the recipes you know by memory.
You still pack a mean punch throughout the years and I secretly smile every time you manage to leave ol' dads a mark on his arm. I'm sure he is proud because he doesn't bruise easily as he says.
You should do that more often!
The distance you've traveled to help family and friends. Literally and spiritually. I do not know of anyone else who puts their time aside like you have.
Not only are you very patient and good-hearted, but you are as tough as vibranium nails. Enough to let Wolverine go and cry at his mommy!
So for each message here, it ends with a thank you.
Thank you mom for being the best mother and friend a person could have!
Zodiac
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| The Zodiac. |
Surely not!
I've read on the zodiac thing for interest and went quite deeply into that. Moons, planets, parental/guardian influences etc etc etc... those all have an affect on you.
But here is a situation: Take two exact people. Born the same minute, born the same day, born in the same hospital right opposite each other if possible (for star alignment purposes)... in other words, same zodiac and planetary systems.
Take them home and let their parents raise them. Let's make it that the parents even share the same zodiac signs as the other born-zodiac-test-dummy.
Page some 20 years over and see how different they are. One is working as a young article clerk who has an up and coming position as the assistant to the financial manager and the other one is working for his dad at the hardcore motorbike shop his dad owns.
Already you see a difference in personal growth? You can chose how you judge their first appearance when they say hello to you. :P
So with that said, it does not merely categorize you within a margin of a fixed set of personalities you MUST have, but rather it is a guide line to SOME qualities you might possess.
So for your Sun sign, which is the basic one you see as you flip to your birthday in a book or use google to see your sign, you also have a moon sign, and also plenty of planetary influences.
Reading in the local magazine about your star/sun sign doesn't quite mean that will happen and that you should do what the book tells you
But rather think yourself what would be best for you to take actions on in your own life and listen closely to those you trust the most who knows how to look within yourself on the blind spots you cannot see and of course trust your gut feeling.
It is said that your sun sign governs your personality. Your moon sign governs your emotions.
Based on what I read.
So let's say you are the zodiac to the left. Then you could have one of the other 12 signs as a moon sign as well (this does not exclude the fact that your moon sign could be your sun sign as well). So you are a perfectionist so who seeks love and to be loved, but also wants/are to be uniquely different and want to be respected by it as per the moon sign on the right?
Then there is also the Chinese Zodiac
and Primal animal zodiac.
That's already four different zodiac signs to a name.
(and doesn't your name also have meaning to your personality?)
Then add one up on that. Which of the five elements of the Chinese zodiac are you?
So that's five different aspects to look at as well.
Then apparently you are influenced by your parents zodiac signs as well.
Which kind of makes sense because they bring their own values to the household and you sort of just had to fall into their space of how they live. So it becomes habit and habit makes you also who you are.
Head hurts...
I haven't even detailed the planetary alignments in your natal chart as well.
But that is for an astrologer to draw up for you, but then again... can you really trust someone who could possibly be feeding you horsecrap because you are somewhat oblivious to the astrology facts?
I just go by the live and let live kind of way. There are so many things and aspects that makes a person the way they are and that's the best part. Seeing the person and not associate them with one of the twelve animals or signs from which ever zodiac you choose.
There are some people who primarily base their whole love just on the sun sign of a person, or they try and find a business partner, or even a friend. I mean, my best friends isn't even the ones that is suppose to match my sun sign.
Well... maybe after the long run through of each sign against yours might have you landing up with the perfect zodiac-fitting partner, but now the questions is.... do you like his/her look?
Another thing the signs miss about human preferences.
Or they find the perfect match on paper and zodiac matches, this person is totally your dream girl/guy in terms of intelligence, looks, personality, height, weight (with a totally acceptable weight change in ratio to aging), zodiac sun sign, moon sign, chinese zodiac, your favorite primal animal zodiac, your matching element and you can adjust the list to all the tiny things you can add in mass to this list...
Then it turns out you are totally off from his/her preferences and not a match for them (which would be sad) when you lay down all the facts of internet, astrology charts in black and white. Makes them feel like agreeing to a contract. -_-;
People should just get to know one another by experiences and likes, similarities and differences (attracting differences that is) and of course natural attraction.
For business purposes, find a mutual interest and work ethic partner by actually talking and meeting the partner. Not by assuming how they are tactfully business orientated via zodiac signs.
When you meet someone awesome and after you've established a good ground, wouldn't it be fun then to link the signs and have a laugh at how it fits (or even misfit)? :D
Rather than judging a book by its color.
It might sound like I am totally against the zodiac, kicking and fighting this off with a sharp long spear, but honestly, there was a time I enjoyed reading about horoscopes, still do sometimes as... quite frankly it is still interesting and fun to read, but will I stake my life, love and money on it? I would rather trust my head, heart and gut feeling on that.
Just want to say that I'd rather know a person and their life experiences and truer self than categorizing them into signs,
if I did, my head would have to explode.......
But in truth, I do have 2 core attributes to my sun sign, The meaning of being a Virgo "to serve": Nothing make us happier than feeling appreciate and shown so instead of just saying so. The secret desire of a Virgo is to love and be loved.
Then my Aquarius moon sign I also share an attribute: often think a whole lot different and seek something unique in people.
I am also an Earth Dragon, the most patient Dragon of them all but cross a Dragon and you get a really bad temper. But that doesn´t happen unless a person is really hurt or betrayed, which I think is just being human. ;)
Being a Polar Bear in the Primal animal zodiac... I´m not sure what to say, except that I like polar bears in nature and some people refer to me as a soft bear.... -_-;
haha
A close friend of mine's sun sign is Gemini but they strongly refer to a Virgo attitude with the drive of an Aries.
See how that doesn't make sense if you would only look at the sun sign only? You would have been fooled.
But to draw real information about yourself and signs, you need to draw up a Birth Chart and then view how your life is set out. It gives so much more information rather than basing your whole life around your sun sign.
Polar hand puppet asks rhetorically:
What is your opinion on zodiacs?
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