The people closest to me know how annoying I can get when I take up a new hobby. And right now, in the spirit of the Lunar New Year and all things metaphysical and Chinese, I've been reading up on astrology and the dodgy science of birth signs. I admit that I've actually been into this for a while now, because it's fun and silly and terribly interesting.

So, based on what I've been reading in the newspapers and astrology blogs (some of which have deliciously fob-worthy english) the Year of the Tiger is going to be a relatively good one for a constantly terrified little Rabbit like me. 

I love the simplicity of categorizing people into types (or animals) because it just makes it easier to understand people. And it's always fun to imagine them with floppy ears, or stripes, or a pair of wings. I guess if you can perceive to have cracked that person's personality, it just makes talking to them easier. And you won't have to feel so bad if things become awkward because hey, maybe he's a Rooster. Or a particularly obnoxious Dragon. 

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