Saturday, September 30, 2006

Ramblings Part I - On Pain.

"Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more." - Grey's Anatomy

Nobody likes pain. Well... near nobody.

But we're not talking about physical pain here.

Nope, physical pain is easy. A couple of panadols and a nice big shot of whiskey, physical pain goes away like magic.

The pain that comes from inside on the other hand...

In the day, it's easier to deal with. There are always distractions - Work, friends, a thousand and one activities to keep us relatively numb and our attention elsewhere.

It's when the sun goes down, and you're lying in your bed, all by yourself that gets a little difficult. I think it was Terry Prachett that said that everybody is alone behind the eyes.

There is the pain, that reminds you that your heart is still human, that you can still care, and that you can still love. Shite happens, and whilst there is always a lesson to the shit... it doesn't mean that lessons do not hurt.

Truth is, we humans don't forget painful things very well. We're bloody ungrateful, and the good things we easily take for granted and throw at the back of our heads. Memories of the bad painful things though, take a lifetime to forget.

At the same time, it's those times where we are truly in pain, that we grow the most. It's those times, when we hurt like mad, that our brains start to work and we start to delve deep into ourselves, and learn who we really are, and grow.

Whatever caused the pain is now part of your history, part of your life. That won't go away. Accept it, embrace it, and master it, or it will master you. Ignoring it won't make it go away. But when you incorporate it into yourself, you become better for it.

Don't grow callused to pain. When you stop feeling, you stop loving. And when you stop loving, you die.

Don't grow hard and cynical. It is in pain, that you find the most beauty. In the deepest, darkest pits, hope and love shine the brightest.

Don't give up, or give in. You are so much stronger that you are.

The blade is not honed by gentle taps. Ore is not refined by a soft warm heater. It is ok to cry, to weep, to shout and feel down and shitty. Let it out, feel the pain, revel in it, then take it, and make it part of you.

And only through this constant cycle will you reach your own true potential, and find, yourself.

Dedicated to a dear friend, who asked for this post to be up.

Friday, September 22, 2006

It's not what you do, it's how you do it.

Go ahead... Click this link.

I dare you to have an outstanding start to your day.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

More... More...

Need new input... Feeling my brain slowing down.

What's good to read? Quick folks! This man needs brain food. That or hot, torrid sex, and about a half a litre of whiskey.

That being said, I just added another bottle of Italian Red to my stash. Thank you Sandy, for adding to the flamability of my room. Even though civil defense won't thank you, I do, from the cockles of my booze-pickled heart.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Stupidity VS Security

With the recent ban on all kinds of fluids on flights to UK and the States, the cost of being a terrorist has just gone down.

Previously you needed a bomb.

Now all you need, is a bottle of mineral water, a fork, and and an IPOD Nano. If you really really wanna kick ass, use a neon pink lipstick.

And now, the sheer hypocrisy of the IMF summit. Security is all well and good, but to say that NONE of the people who are working for any aspect of IMF, must have a previous criminal conviction? It's no wonder that the criminals go back to their nasty ole ways. Fuckers.

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Neutering the Chinese Man

Over the last decade or so, the Chinese MAN has got his balls cut off by the media, piece by painful piece.

I know, it's scary isn't it?

The realization, I reckon has always been at the back of my mind, ever since school days, but it is only recently that the thought condensed into something a little more... expressible.

In fact, the effects of this has been so subtle, that only through interaction outside of our common circle, with people from other cultures, that the lack of gonads become starkly obvious, so much so, that it is even affecting our own.

Let me give you a simple illustration of how the media's doing it. When was the LAST time, you saw a OBVIOUSLY chinese GUY get the gal in the history of movies OR television?

Chow Yun Fatt was a fucking MONK, Bruce Lee had a mask on, and is the sidekick.

Jackie Chan very nearly had some in The Tuxedo, but nope. He had absolutely NOTHING in Rush Hour, and in Shanghai Knights, he was buck nekkid in a whole room of women in stockings and corsets and nada, zilch, not even a farking hardon.

Jet Li got to kiss Aaliyah, and then the dear gal died in a plane crash.

Every SINGLE instance I see a chinese guy in any movie, or television serial, anywhere in fact, there almost ALWAYS carry a stigma of nice guy, G-rated, and so fucking sexless, it's not even funny. It's almost like the Asian male has got nothing to do the fun things in life.

We're protrayed to be the serious, honest-to-goodness, science geek aka kung fu master, that's so zen, our balls haves shriveled up and dropped off.

Oh I'm sure that somewhere at the back of everyone's heads, they're thinking. I'm sure they're having SOME form of sex. I mean, China's got a quarter of the world's population, these folks must be doing SOMETHING right, right? But heaven forbid if physical touch is used for purposes outside of procreation.

By and by, you realize that this has slowly translated to real life. If you're a chinese guy, go to a club, and try talking to any person that is NOT a chinese, and you will realize that one of the first stigmas that anyone will have to get through is that consciously or unconsciously, the person you're having a conversation with will actually THINK he (or she) will immediately switch to conservative mode.

This, of course, can work for us, Asian males or against us. Of course. I like stigma, and I love prejudice. Cos the stronger the stigma, the stronger the prejudice, the easier it is to break, and the more melodious the sounds of preconcieved notion shattering under the sledgehammer of my reality.

There will, of course, be prudes who will stick to their ways. But like I told a friend of mine, Their loss, cos this Asian MAN is gonna have a LOT of fun, and TONS of great sex, regardless of race, language, OR religion.

*out-tro U2's With or Without you*

Peace out.

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Wishes for A Friend

It seems that copious amounts of alcohol has a tendancy to stimulate my creativity. My wishes for a friend who celebrated her birthday at Mentos Central.

May you have joy, not just happiness.
May you love, without thought of loss or fear of pain.
May you have great sex, without unwanted consequence.
And may all your dreams be fulfilled, but one.

It's probably a little different from the original, but hey fuck. YOU try to remember after working your way through 4 trays of shooters.

And to my buddy from the Army, I'm damn happy for you.

That you picked yourself up from your last relationship, and put yourself into this new one wholeheartedly. I congratulate you for your courage, and your ability to be generous, which is so much a part of you.

Nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow. Make the best of today, and treasure the memories that you make. Cheers bro.

Talking Cock in Parliament

Genius, Absolute Genius. Watch the rest of the clips at YouTube.

Monday, September 04, 2006

In Memory Of The Crazy Ozzie Dude

Steve Irwin passed away.

Da MAN is gone. Blaze of Glory, and now he lives on in the hearts of the people that know and love him, and in the continued awareness of wildlife preservation throughout the world. This was the guy that made conservation cool, and jumped on crocs like they were puppies.

You did an amazing job, dude. Crikey.