Can a Vampire Be with a Werewolf?

Firstly let me clarify that I’m not a fan of Twilight. I think the movies suck. However, I have always been infatuated with vampires, thanks to Anne Rice.

I’ve always thought being a vampire is cool, despite its challenges. A vampire loves unconditionally and is always in need of an eternal companion. They are, after all, immortal. You can’t live forever alone ’cause that would suck (pun not intended).

A vampire is also beautiful. He is charming as hell. He is strong, can move fast, and has heightened senses (both physical and emotional) compared to a human. Some can even fly (it is aerodynamically possible if one moves fast enough). A vampire is a compassionate creature. As much as they need to kill humans to survive, they would rarely attempt to harm their own. They do not need to socialize in a large group. Rather, they usually enjoy the camaraderie of a close-knit social setup.

A werewolf is wild. She is ferocious. She may be beautiful in her human form, but once she turns, she’s no better than a rabid dog. She would lose her common sense then. She would kill at will… indiscriminately. She has little to no compassion. She would not hesitate to fight even her own kind, although werewolves are generally gregarious and live in a rather large pack.

So… can a vampire be with a werewolf? I would not say that it’s totally impossible, but it will be an arduous task. The two are quite the opposite (other than the fact that both are cursed and would face eternal damnation in hell).

But love is blind and as a hopeless romantic, a vampire can fall for a werewolf, falsely believing that things can work out between them. A werewolf is not that astute, hence she accepts the courtship without really thinking it through.

Things can be great at first, but several years down the line, conflicts will arise, arguments ensue, hatred spawns. Before you know it, things have turned to shit.

At this point, the vampire is starting to realize that he would have been better off with his own kind — someone who actually understands him to the very core. But it was the werewolf who came to this conclusion first.

Naturally impatient, a werewolf just cannot stand the vampire’s lack of urgency. She would be easily agitated by his every move and mere presence. Still very much brutish, she instinctively wants to beat the vampire to the ground — crushing his spirit in the process. She rekindles with her pack, leaving him feeling very lonely and longing for a companion.

So in conclusion, I do not think a vampire can be with a werewolf. It would take a whole lot of effort in surmounting the personality clash. It’s gonna be an energy-sapping struggle in reaching the seemingly unlikely equilibrium.

But what drives the final nail in the coffin (again, pun not intended) is this: A single werewolf bite can kill a vampire. So go figure.

Project Gosling

I think it was just last month that I watched Crazy Stupid Love. I never liked Ryan Gosling prior to that. To be fair however, I didn’t know much about the actor (except that girls drool over him) and that was my first time watching his movie.

The movie was okay, I love Steve Carrell. Add to him Julianne Moore and Emma Stone, it was a worthy watch.

But then, there’s something about Gosling. To put it simply — he’s fucking hot! And I’m not a wee bit homosexual. His physique got my attention. And later gave me aspiration. I wanted to look like him!

While I’m pretty convinced that my face can’t be changed to look like him, my body can… well… at least I can give it my best shot.

I had a chat with a good friend a few days later, and coincidentally, he had watched the same movie a week earlier and came to the SAME conclusion. He wanted to look like him too! DAMN!

We codenamed this bona fide intention of ours Project Gosling, for obvious reason.

It’s gonna be tough. But this is my final attempt to NOT look like a typical 30-something man — like a blob who has given up hope on looking good and overall physical well-being.

Does this sound like another new year’s resolution? Hell no. I know now that an annual goal, usually set to start on Jan 1st and ends on Dec 31st, is moronic. If you do this, you are set to fail, simply because people function in days, not years.

What I’m gonna do is to have daily goals. Control what I eat and exercise. Off dexa, I now have better control of my appetite, but I am still very much vulnerable to occasional relapses. It is harder today than at any point in history to avoid food.

I definitely need help with the exercise bit. The reason for my laziness was because I had no motivation, no incentive to exercise. Just 30 mins on the treadmill would give me a flash of hell. Because of this, I am hiring a personal trainer and I hope he’s one mean motherfucker who would motivate the shit out of me. As for the incentive, well… I have always liked to be different, often borderlining weird. I want to look good among my mostly fat and flabby friends. Hahaha… not so bona fide anymore aren’t I?

Barely a month after I watched Crazy Stupid Love I already lost a few kilos. I can already feel the difference. My body is adapting to this new lifestyle which I intend to make permanent.

I must thank Ryan Gosling for this newfound inspiration. I also watched Blue Valentine 3 weeks ago and I liked it.

Which Should You Follow, Your Head or Your Heart?

My form 5 biology teacher once made what I thought was a shrewd statement that road users should use their brains instead of their hearts. He said, berhati-hati di jalan raya is bullshit. It should be berotak-otak di jalan raya. That’s why there are so many accidents, he said, because people use their hearts when driving, not their heads.

There’s also a saying that goes ikut hati mati, ikut rasa binasa – which I am not exactly sure what the fuck it means.

I watched an episode of House last week, he said (paraphrased here) to follow your heart is easy, to follow your head is difficult, that’s why so many of us are screwed up.

Eleanor Rosevelt’s famous quote is, “To handle yourself, use your head; to handle others, use your heart.” Now she’s an astute motherfucker, I got to say.

Warren Buffet’s famous mantra is, “…they (investors) should try to be fearful when others are greedy and greedy when others are fearful.” Sounds easy enough. But to put this into practice takes a massive amount of willpower — to not be easily betrayed by our own emotions.

I think to “make it” in life, we need to use our heads (so we have less fuck-ups, financially or otherwise). But this does not guarantee happiness. The heart wants what it wants. It longs, yearns, and craves for what makes it happy — even if we have to lose our heads and fuck shit up to get it.

It’s All Coming Back to Me Now

Last month, I made my first offshore trip after a 6-year hiatus. And now I am on the second one. The first one was just a short 3-day visit. The current one is the real deal as I am currently having a freaking nervous breakdown.

When I stepped into the chopper last month, I was immediately reminded of one of the reasons why I wanted out 6 years ago. It’s the chopper ride. It made me sick that I needed to nap as soon as I arrived on the rig. Often times, however, I did not have this luxury. Forget about a ride on a fucking boat, I could puke till I fucking die!

Upon arriving and entering the rig’s accommodation, the second reason came to me. It’s the smell. All rigs and ships that I’ve stayed on smell the same. I guess they all use the same materials for floors, walls, etc. and are never aired. This does not make me sick, but annoying nevertheless since I have a very keen sense of smell.

The third came during lunch. The food can be too yucky to eat. It can be too salty, too fatty, and the worst part is it is rarely fresh (because it has been frozen for a long time, especially the meat).

The fourth came at night when I was ready for some shut-eye. The room was made so cold that I could not sleep without wearing a jacket and long pants under my already thick blanket. Even with all these, I still sometimes shivered and woke up so damn early to an overwhelming urge to pee.

The list can go on. But if I take ALL of the annoying aspects of working offshore and make a big deal out of every single one of them, they STILL cannot beat the suckiness I feel when I was stuck in traffic jams while trying to get to the office on time every fucking day. That can just kill my sometimes already fragile spirit.

So in conclusion, I hope to maintain my status quo. For how long I don’t know.

10% RPGT Is Next to Useless

10% RPGT imposed on properties sold within 2 years of S&P date is pretty much useless in curbing speculative activity in the market for two reasons:

1. It takes at least two years for a project to be completed by a certain developer anyway.

2. And most, if not all speculative buyers buy from developers due to lower initial capital outlay.

Case study:

I recently saw a semi-d selling at RM2.2 million. All fees associated with the purchase are absorbed by the developer. Other than the 10% downpayment, I don’t have to pay for anything else until after the unit is handed over, i.e. completed, which will be in about 2 years time.

10% downpayment equals to RM220k, but there is a 7% discount for bumiputra, hence the downpayment is now reduced to just 3% or RM66k.

RM66k to commit yourself to a RM2.2m house. Do you think this is crazy? Hold your horses… it gets better.

To book for the house, they asked me to only pay RM20k. The rest can be paid upon approval of my loan. After they said this, I fidgeted, bobbed, twitched, wiggled, and stuttered, with the intention to test if they would be willing to accept a lesser amount.

I was right… they kept lowering it down until the final number was just RM5k! (after I told them I did not bring my checkbook but I did have my ATM card).

So ladies and gentlemen, tukang kayu dan tukang simen, you can practically “buy” a RM2.2m house with just RM5k and delay all other payments. You can play hide and seek (or tug o’ war, your choice) with the bank… so that the loan application process will take as long as possible. Or you can be in cohort with the loan officer and the selling agent to delay the approval process so that the house remains “yours” and not sold to other party during its construction, although you can “sell” it for a quick buck (under the table) to another willing buyer at any time. The “profit” will then be shared amongst your partners-in-crime.

And that my friend, is how bubbles are made.