"You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years of trying to get other people interested in you."
—Dale Carnegie
Become more careful in your choices. Don't be so naive by opening yourself to unnecessary trauma.
The card in the Cycles position indicates which way the wind is blowing with regard to your situation. If you follow the Advice card, however, you can improve on or neutralize tendencies.
With the Eight of Cups in this position, you will be lucky to get through an upcoming situation without being taken advantage of or even abused. Such experiences can humble us and harm our feelings of security. This may be a tough situation, so keep your eyes open and remain vigilant. It is not a safe environment. For now be less open, less willing to just let things happen to you. Be protective of your boundaries.
If you are about to put yourself in a challenging or unpredictable situation, take full responsibility. Only foresight can provide you any safety. Once you are caught up, there will be no rescue and you will be forced to go through it alone. Preparation may be your ally.
But on the other end of the spectrum,
Now is your chance to recover personal power and self-esteem.
The card in the Recent Past position refers to events and relationships that are just departing, recently influential but now diminishing in power.
With the Eight of Cups in this position, you have been through a situation that left you feeling assaulted. You felt exhausted overwhelmed, drained — as if a plug had been pulled within you. Take heart — because this card implies that difficult conditions are on the wane.
The worst of your sadness and feelings of being overwhelmed have lifted. But you have yet to collect yourself and move forward, which is what you must do in order to fully recover. Take special care to get closure on this episode. As the future brings new influences, you don't want to be dwelling on the past.
Anyway, I finally know why this card is in the front cover of my deck's guide book with my latest online reading results:
Prepare to use spiritual practices, studies or lifestyle changes that can assist you in your quest. A tremendous amount of benefit is available if you can organize yourself and be disciplined at this time.
"I would rather be righteous
And said to be unrighteous
Than to be unrighteous
And said to be righteous."
-- Becky Mitchell
"If you don't design your own life plan, chances are you'll fall into someone else's plan. And guess what they may have planned for you? Not much."
-- Jim Rohn
I'm up to being pseudo-senti-philosophical again... so here you go, some poem from the mailbox...
The Most Beautiful Flower
The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.
And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"
In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn, not enough rain or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.
But instead of retreating, he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
and declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."
The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors, orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."
But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.
I heard my voice quiver, tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
"You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.
I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.
Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times, I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life, and appreciate
every second that's mine.
And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy, another weed in his hand
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.
Heads up for Diablo II Expansion. Dammit, I had to wait this long to get my hands on the game. I'm playing as an Assassin now, currently on Level 9, still about to rescue Deckard Cain in Tristram. I'm drooling over my brother's Level 26 Druid moseying along Act 3. Fuckin a. I wish I played well, too. My Amazon sucked like hell, after my brother & I went on multiplayer mode at my favorite yet now defunct Net + gaming station around 2 years ago. His Paladin was 20 levels ahead, & we had to be in his arena, so do the math. We were bored & experimental like that, as we had to share gems & skulls as well as armor & weaponry.
I know, I haven't been blogging decently for days now. & I mean DAYS. I'm not okay, if you're to ask me how I'm faring lately. I hope you ARE, though. Especially YOU. Yeah, you, love. *sigh*
"Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the seafaring man on the desert of waters, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny."
-- C. Schurz
Yette finally came over yesterday morning, but I foiled her plans of tagging along with her to somewhere (I forgot where exactly, boohoo) in Amorsolo St., Makati & Emerald Ave., Ortigas for her much-anticipated job interview. I did a tarot reading for her instead, & she saw how messy my bedroom was, but she was cool with it, I guess. We went to McD's after to have breakfast before she'd go home (yummy hashbrowns but the branch near my place ran out of sausage Mcmuffins, waaahhh, so we settled for cheeseburgers & large fries instead, which turned out to be too salty). Mom wasn't home until 8am yesterday, so there, bless me, I really couldn't just go & leave the house + my responsibilities like that. Not to mention my resumé needed a few updates as well, & I've run out of decent pictures for it to boot. (Whoever said I was fond of taking/keeping photos of myself, anyhow?!) Too bad just when I've decided to join her so we could stroll the metro for hours, things just got pretty screwed up. Why is it that I just couldn't push through things with her when I myself could've landed in a job there, too? I'm such a goddamn waste.
I'm leaving for Kathz's tonight. I've been with her at Marky's place the other night, though, where we all had a taste of this new Rocky Road cake roll from our small local bakeshop we have in town & I finally met their friend from school Edz (Edwin). I did a reading for the latter (because he turned out to be so nice, yay), which was draining for the both of us even though it was relatively short, & I joined him on his way home since we were to pass through the same route anyway. I was supposed to watch Birthday Girl with my best bud that afternoon, but I was too tired to trek all the way to our local mall. I dunno when will I ever catch the movie now, & whom I'll be going out with.
Sana hindi ako antukin nang tuluyan mamaya. I have yet to scrub my feet, too. Trip lang. I find the whole darned move soothing enough somehow. Mmm, hooray, peppermint.
Famed hacker Kevin Mitnick says he is coming clean and plans to auction off the laptops he used during his fugitive years in the 1990s, reports Reuters.
The hacker, who was on the run from the FBI for three years, hacked into networks along the way including those of Motorola, Sun Microsystems and Nokia, as well as the computer scientist who helped in his capture.
He was eventually nabbed in February 1995 and subsequently held for four-and-a-half years without bail.
Now Mitnick is flogging his Toshiba 1960CS, his laptop of the time, on eBay. The other laptop is also for sale and is described as having a "fine layer of fingerprint dust", red X marks where fingerprints were lifted and a mouse still housed in an FBI evidence bag.
Mitnick also says he intends to write a book.
God. There's like a dozen books already written about him, & hindi pa pala sya kuntento with all that mad publicity, so he comes up with an idea of writing a book, maybe about himself & his upscale pranks in detail, I bet? He's crazy. Talk about people & their savage want for 15 more minutes of fame. Errr, kahit infamy, even.
Watched The Tuxedo last night with Sonny. Was actually more fun than Rush Hour 2, methinks, even if Jackie Chan fared better with Chris Tucker than he did with Jennifer Love Hewitt (but she was awesome as how she starred in Heartbreakers), & had something actually insightful for its audience to ponder on. If clothes doth make the man, as Shakespeare said before, the rest is still up to him (or maybe even her, as it applies to everyone) to be the person he chooses & is deemed to be. Nuff sed. Go watch. Have a blast.
Especially if you're on the verge of losing it real fast.
They may have worked well with crash test dummies, but real people will have to endure the quick sharp blow on their chests & faces whenever they get enabled. Just looking at how those sick airbags work makes me squeamish everytime. I don't wear seatbelts or anything of the sort, & yet I haven't encountered any on-the-road & on-the-go vehicle accidents, except for my bike "fatalities", hehe, & the blasted falling-off-the-bus-because-some-weird-fucker-decided-to-pull-me-to-the-side-by-the-arm-&-I-freaked-out incident.
