Article I: Thoughts To Ponder On

Ever had a feeling...

• That the more you see something, the less appealing it becomes?
• Whenever you just want to get pissed off at someone, you can't do so, because you know you're going to end up having no one on your side, leaving you no other choice but to just shut up.
• That everybody's being nice to you, like there's just something-- a conspiracy, probably, because they're just nice to make up for guilt. Or pity. The bad part is that it's you they feel sorry for.
• That some people are just so darn gullible, it's so obvious that they're just being duped right in front of their faces, and they still just don't get it. Duh, man, maybe you should stick your head under the soil and sprout out some common sense.

Hey, I'm not bashing anyone here, I'm just letting my thoughts wander into paranoia.

Article II: V-day Is Me-Day

It's Valentine's Day! Everyone's out for a romantic date, I can almost see the air turning into rosy smoke because of imaginary hearts popping out of sappy people that are so much in love (hey, I might be one of them, but I evenly distribute my sappiness every day and not just concentrate them on one day). But instead of talking about couples holding hands and tons of flower bouquets, I'm going to talk about myself.

I love observing people. I seem to have an uncanny talent of predicting what's going to come between people I know well. I discovered this during grade school, where I observed my classmates by subtly assessing their movements and know who has a crush on whom. It wasn't quite a challenge; it's easier to read people when they are younger and thus more naive. Heck, I predicted once during college that my ex is going to get steady with his girl friend-- even before we broke up. It did happen. How cool is that?

Nevertheless, I don't speak much or react about my personal predictions. It's much better to watch the events unfold and the mysteries unravel bit by bit. Although more often than not, things come out as I have expected. I think there might be someone out there who could testify the accuracy of my observations-- hey, remember the time when I told you before (however jokingly) that she likes you?

Do not worry, though. I don't deliberately check out everyone I meet. Sometimes there are situations that are not of a particular interest to me. I shut down my spider sense completely if it's not worth it. Anyhow, whatever secrets you are keeping that I have eventually read all over you, will be safe with me. As I've said, I observe, not proclaim. Then smile and say to myself, "I told you so."

Occasionally I would bump into a celebrity and never recognize him or her. Sometimes I look like I don't really care, but these seemingly uninterested eyes see some things that can't be seen superficially.

I may be oblivious to the world around me sometimes, but this might be the reason why I see people as who they really are.

I am a poisonously sweet empath. Beware, I can be addictive.