You are The Magician

Skill, wisdom, adaptation. Craft, cunning, depending on dignity.

Eloquent and charismatic both verbally and in writing,
you are clever, witty, inventive and persuasive.

The Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud. Reflecting this is the fact that the Magician is represented by Mercury. He represents the gift of tongues, a smooth talker, a salesman. Also clever with the slight of hand and a medicine man - either a real doctor or someone trying to sell you snake oil.

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magically, i've managed to neglect blogging yet again. for another 3-something months. and now i am back where my last post left off... in melbourne. again. other than the last 3 months passing by too quickly, and me zipping from melbourne back to singapore, and then to taiwan, back to singapore and then melbourne again, nothing much has happened. nothing very eventful, other than being able to catch up with friends back home, and sipping my ice-blended mocha back at beans. it baffles me that coffee-loving melbourne hasn't got good kick-ass ice-blended mocha! hello...? it's summer over here.

this last time back home has been a very welcome (though shortlived) change for me. away from work though it stole over with me somewhere in my backpack on the airplane. it's a sad vacation when you have to be bothered with work, so i learnt to ignore it. and it's now, again, poking its insistent head out and yelling to be tended to. like a baby, almost. ack. puts me off having any in the near or far future. which brings me to the startling reality that everyone, and i mean everyone seems to be trying for a baby, or merrily popping babies out into the world. friends, relatives, and even total strangers on the road are geared out in prams, baby blankets and milk bottles. frankly, i'm not a baby-loving person - never have been, and i doubt i will ever be one. i have no idea how to deal with blubbering, wide-eyed little versions of humans. perhaps i'm selfish, but at least there's honesty in the last claim. so. baby-toting people, my hearty congratulations to you and your happy additions, but i know, for a fact, that i'd be more enthusiastic if it were a puppy. or kitten. heh.

this new year, i think there was a conscious resolve toward not making resolutions. the wine and cheese and lovely fireworks that burst forth from taipei's 101 blew the thoughts of resolution-making too far away to be bothered with. but now, 17 days into '07, there seems to be a nagging need for something i should be reminded to do this coming year. i've confined it to one: to write more snailmail. it's a happy thing to send and to receive. :)

happy new year, all. better a late wish than never.