Take a Silly Online Test, Get a Silly Answer

I picked up this what-tarot-card-are-you test in Jay Vee's blog, and I thought it would be an amusing diversion.

So what was the result?

Here it is:

You are The Lovers

Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.

The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.

Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that's actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can't understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

me: Awwwww, that's so sweet. And romantic, too. I bet this pertains to Spice (giggles)!

ME: (snorts) You're over-reading things. It's just a fuckin' silly online test. And the answer is the grossest thing possible. I wanna throw up, I swear.

me: Teehee (winks at Me).

Self-conversations 3

me: So...what's been up with you?

Me: (continues reading the newspaper) None of your business. But we all know why you're asking. You want to talk about Spice, no?

me: Of course not! I am genuinely concerned about you, you know...

Me: Mhmmm.

me: I think I love Spice.

Me: Mhmmm. See, I was right. You did want to talk about Spice.

me: (grins sheepishly) Uhmm. Yeah?

Me: Here's the thing (looks up from the newspaper). I still don't get it. Why Spice?

me: I don't know. It's crazy and illogical. But I'm tired of being rational. All my life, I've always tried to control my emotions. Now I have the chance, I just want to let go...(pauses) You know what, someone messaged me in Facebook. She read my status message and said that she hopes I get to smile everyday. Dammit, I just realized, I had forgotten to smile everyday. But now I'm slowly re-learning it, thanks to Spice.

Me: Ugh. That's gross and sappy. You make me sick (puts a finger in his mouth and feigns a gagging action). I want to puke.

me: Aaaaaw, you love me. You really, really love me (hugs Me, and skips away while whistling).

Me: (shakes his head and sighs) Here's for you, kiddo. I hope you'll be happy this time around. (puts out the almost-consumed cigarette in the ashtray) I really do.

Day 1

Let's start off by calling him Spice. And let's say that I met him in the worst place possible: the Mecca that is called the Lobby. It seems that he's been a long time chatter, but for some reason, we've never crossed paths until recently (N.B. Now I know why: I hang around midnight onwards, and he chats usually early in the morning before going to work, or early in the evening when he arrives). He seems fairly popular enough that people ask me if I know him, or at the very least, interacted with him. My usual answer: who he? (MWAHAHAHAHAHA) Well doodeleedoo, apparently, people have asked him the very same thing, too.

ME: (excitedly) Fate slowly weaving its threads into an amorous tapestry?

me: (non-chalantly) Asa pa you.

Anyways, one afternoon of no particular importance, I managed to bump into him in the lobby. I said to myself, "Ah, so this is Spice. Lemme dock him and try to catch his attention." Well, wahddya know, all it took was a sutsot and a kindat, and we were bantering around in the lobby like old pals. But then again, all bantering and kulitan wasn't the whole point of the exercise, was it? It was more like a moro-moro, verbal fencing, and faux pas-de-deux, all rolled into one neat activity that eventually led to:

him whispering his cell number.

Teehee.

ME: *Ahem* I am such a charmer, you know.

me: Sure. (takes a drag from his cig) About as charming as as my lelong's pair of run-down socks.

ME: Fuck off!

A few days later, I decided to give Spice a call. Nothing fancy, just a hi-hello casual kind of thing. He texted right after, thanking me for the call. "Mhmmm. Promising." I thought. "He certainly knows his manners." Fast forward to last night. I prolly spent a good 30-40 mins. or so talking to him over the cell (note to self: I gotta get one of those unlimited call thingies asap). It's that getting know you stage already (cue in audio-visuals: Deborah Kerr singing to the children in the King & I), you know, the why are you in that profession, what do you want to do when we go out, blah blah kind of crap. He seems to be be a nice and sweet fellow, albeit a bit possessive for comfort. I found it weirdly kilig though to be told not to chat for the remains of the night. Normally, I'd chaff at that restriction, but...

Let's see where this leads to. Moral of the story? Abangan ang sususnod na kabanata.

Self-conversations 2

ME: (enters fuming mad and slams his fist on the table) The nerve of the Bitch!

me: (raises his head from the comics he's reading, and looks across the table) Mhmmm. What is it this time?

ME: (Shouts) She actually took me out of her Facebook! Would you believe it?! I was looking for her name on the list to tag her in one of the pics, and poof, it wasn't there. Oh man, I swear it's soooo war time already!!!

me: Don't shout. I'm just three feet away from you (rolls eyes). Well, she has every right, you know. It is her Facebook after all. If she doesn't like you for whatever reason, then it's her problem. Don't make it yours.

ME: But...but...

me: (puffing on a cigarette) Look, you really have to learn that you can't please everyone. It's a fact of life. And if someone doesn't like you, don't take it too personally.

ME: (whines) But I'm nice naman e...

me: It's not a matter of being nice or not. She doesn't just like you. Deal with it.

ME: (mutters under the breath) I don't like talking to you. You're too coldly rational.

me: I heard that. Here's a candy. Now go to a corner and sulk all you want. See if care.

ME: I hate you, you know that (stomps off).

me: Yeah, yeah. Whatever (goes back to reading the comics).

Self-conversations 1

ME: I’m in a rut right now.

me: Oy vey! (Snorts) Here we go again….Aren't you a bit too old for this kind of crap?

ME: Stop being a prick. I’m entitled to it, you know. It’s been what? 2 years since the last one.

me: And tell me, will this always be the case for the rest of your freakin’ miserable life?

ME: (Sighs) I dunno…but cut me some slack, will you? I’m trying to fix it a day at a time.

me: Like?

ME: Like I already talked to Mark. I told him I’m not happy in the Madz anymore. Or more like, I’m actually seething AT the Madz. For making me feel like a used up tissue paper after giving up 5 years of my life for the group. For not being an anchor to stabilize my life when I need it most. For not filling in my need to feel needed. For…

me: (Rolls eyes) Oh hunny, you’re such a drama queen…

ME: But then again, I realized that those feelings of inadequacies are of my own. There are my problems, not of anyone else’s. It’s not fair that I take out my resentments on others. I have to find a way to deal with them without getting angry at the whole world.

me: Ha! And you think that’s enough to win you the question-and-answer portion?

ME: Oh, shut the fuck up! (Laughs)