When Pigs Fly
18 February 2007 marks the beginning of the Year of the Pig in the Chinese calendar. I am currently writing an article on it, and have absolutely no inspiration, so I started looking at all pig-related proverbs. My favourite one so far has been:
When Pigs Fly
Pigs are supposed to be one of the best signs in Chinese astrology...those born under the year of the pig are fortunate, have a wonderful life (huh??? subjective, subjective, but I can't complain about mine), and are great people to have as friends and partners. On the negative side, they are naive (as they trust people so easily) and love to spend money, indulging in luxury and never saving for a rainy day.
I was born in the year of the pig...and the year of my birth was that of the Metal Pig. Metal Pigs are hardworking, easygoing, party-people, but once challenged, they are formidable foes. As someone in my entourage recently discovered, I will fight tooth and claw (metallic ones) for what I believe in. I do not believe in hitting below the belt, but hit me below mine, and you will not know what hit you. And honestly, I still stopped myself from being too abrasive.
Never show your ultimate strength, - your foe will be able to gauge your weaknesses.
The astrologer was right after all, a metal pig is a monster when in "colere".
I do not believe in insults, or violence or even arguments for that matter. I believe that intelligent human beings have been given the power of speech to communicate (effectively); the power of critical thinking to analyse, and compassion to emphatise (well, I have the right to be naive, I am a pig). Sometimes, I feel as though I am speaking an alien language. I am misunderstood. Is that because I was not communicating effectively? Being a pig also means that I do not like to ask for help from others, and would rather solve my own problems...but after my verbal kickboxing session with my nemesis, I had a good chat with a friend, and we concluded that although humans are given the capacity for logical thinking and effective speech, there are some out there who do not know how to employ these gifts. They blunder in verbal chaos, lunging out at the people closest to them, hurting most the people who cares about their well-being.
My friend happens to believe in the goodness of humanity and says that with proper re-education and experience, these Philistines to the benefits of proper interpersonal relationships may change.
The metal pig in me had one answer to that: WHEN PIGS FLY.
When Pigs Fly
Pigs are supposed to be one of the best signs in Chinese astrology...those born under the year of the pig are fortunate, have a wonderful life (huh??? subjective, subjective, but I can't complain about mine), and are great people to have as friends and partners. On the negative side, they are naive (as they trust people so easily) and love to spend money, indulging in luxury and never saving for a rainy day.I was born in the year of the pig...and the year of my birth was that of the Metal Pig. Metal Pigs are hardworking, easygoing, party-people, but once challenged, they are formidable foes. As someone in my entourage recently discovered, I will fight tooth and claw (metallic ones) for what I believe in. I do not believe in hitting below the belt, but hit me below mine, and you will not know what hit you. And honestly, I still stopped myself from being too abrasive.
Never show your ultimate strength, - your foe will be able to gauge your weaknesses.
The astrologer was right after all, a metal pig is a monster when in "colere".
I do not believe in insults, or violence or even arguments for that matter. I believe that intelligent human beings have been given the power of speech to communicate (effectively); the power of critical thinking to analyse, and compassion to emphatise (well, I have the right to be naive, I am a pig). Sometimes, I feel as though I am speaking an alien language. I am misunderstood. Is that because I was not communicating effectively? Being a pig also means that I do not like to ask for help from others, and would rather solve my own problems...but after my verbal kickboxing session with my nemesis, I had a good chat with a friend, and we concluded that although humans are given the capacity for logical thinking and effective speech, there are some out there who do not know how to employ these gifts. They blunder in verbal chaos, lunging out at the people closest to them, hurting most the people who cares about their well-being.
My friend happens to believe in the goodness of humanity and says that with proper re-education and experience, these Philistines to the benefits of proper interpersonal relationships may change.
The metal pig in me had one answer to that: WHEN PIGS FLY.
Labels: will soon update if the Year of the Pig is good to me.
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