Inspiration from Rocky Balboa

He gave us more than boxing, and the song "Eye of the Tiger"

Honour And Reputation

"I wouldn't have called it a lecture. Just a useful distinction, to clarify thought." He spread his hand, palm up, in a gesture of balance. "Reputation is what other people know about you. Honour is what you know about yourself."

"Hm"

"The friction tends to araise when the two are not the same..."

"... There is no more hollow feeling than to stand with your honour shattered at your feet while soaring public reputation wraps you in rewards. That's soul-destroying. The other way around is merely very, very irritating."

..."But if you're really asking for advice from my accumulated experience, I'm saying, Guard your honour. Let your reputation fall where it will. And outlive the bastards"

- A Civil Campaign, Lois McMaster Bujold

Who says you don't learn anything useful from Sci Fi?

I May Never Cross At A Traffic Light Again...

Being the second oldest guy at a Parkour workshop simply means that I'll just have to push a little harder than the rest of the boys.

It also means that I need to push my sadly out of shape body a little more.

Is the pain worth it? TOTALLY.


What have I learnt from 2 hours of learning how to vault, roll and jump from slightly insane positions and circumstances?

I might not be able to jump exactly like these bunch of jokers...



But I sure as HELL can fall damn prettily.

Now for the my next trick, actually surviving the urban freestyle run. ONWARDD!!

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Epiphany of the Day

If everybody ate desserts for breakfast, the world would be healthier, and people will actually be HAPPY to wake up in the morning.

Consent

this is classic.

And This One Is Absolutely Classic

From the best Robin Hood movie ever made: Men in Tights

Classic. Fucking Classic

Wanna Dance?

Let's dance, mutherfucker

The Paradox Of Being There

I've been told that a boxer in a match probably would suffer less damage overall if he was to get hit by a knockout punch than if he was to go through ten rounds of the meat grinder.

And I started thinking about all the relationships that I have seen come and gone, especially the ones where the relationship was abusive, or just bullshit, and I have always stood by my friends.

Now, I'm wondering if I got it wrong. Whether because of the support, I've extended their pain and in the overall scheme of things, caused them more hurt than did any good for them. They come to me and rant and moan and bitch, and I make them feel better about themselves, and about their situation, and they go back and get themselves hurt worse.

And I ask myself what if I withdrew that support? What if, I walked away and let it all go to hell in a handbasket, then be there to pick up the pieces? Would it be better for the person in question then?

Right now, I'm not sure. Solutions to emotional problems are emotional in nature. It takes something dramatic for the person to want to change. If not, then the person will never change. If he lies, he'd do it again, and again, and again.

The next question is, would me walking away create the emotional impact deliver the knock out punch?

Questions to think about.

Believe in Little Lies

Sometimes lying is necessary.

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Death: Humans need fantasy to *be* human. To be the place where the falling angel meets the rising ape.
Susan: With tooth fairies? Hogfathers?
Death: Yes. As practice, you have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
Susan: So we can believe the big ones?
Death: Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.
Susan: They're not the same at all.
Death: You think so? Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder, and sieve it through the finest sieve, and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet, you try to act as if there is some ideal order in the world. As if there is some, some rightness in the universe, by which it may be judged.
Susan: But people have got to believe that, or what's the point?
Death: You need to believe in things that aren't true. How else can they become?

You've Lost That Loving Feeling

Don't make songs like this anymore....

On A Night Like This...

So let's give this power of positive thought thing a go...

My own apartment


A Balcony overlooks the city skyline

In A Storm


Having a whiskey


With the woman I love, who loves me back, in my arms

F1 Kicks a lot of Ass

I've never been a fan of Formula One. I think there's way too much hype about cars that sound like overgrown mosquitoes, and I personally don't see a point of going 61 laps around the same damn place. I mean seriously, don't you get bored?

So this year, nadnut tries to change my impression by inviting me to the Johnnie Walker Jet Black party. I tell you, folks. I was told to wear formal for the event. I did, and I was bloody overdressed, but it's worth it.

What makes a great party?

Copious amounts of alcohol, good food and even better company.

Great company... Hello Herbert, my new best friend in excessive drinking!

Nadnut tells me that she just realized how provocative she looked in her black top that night, and asked me why we didn't tell her she was so visually stimulating that evening. We were busy ogling, of course!

But seriously the party was wayyy cool.

Specialty cocktails...


World Class Bartenders making even more kickass martinis...


DJ Andrew T from Butter Spinning...

Mus came later to the party, and we had an AMAZING time.


At the end of it all, I had a POWER NAP and then headed back. Very buzzed and very Very VERY happy.

Thank you nadnut, Mus, DK, Herbert, and Isaac for making it such an amazing evening. Thank you Johnnie Walker for making it possible.

Oh about the F1? I still think they sound like overgrown mozzies. But they rock cos they give everyone else reason to organize kick ass parties. See ya Next year!

Spanish is HAWT

The way the syllables roll off the tongue. The almost coy, sideways look of passion held barely in check. The wail of santana in the background...

Still Funny

Must have watched this so many times. Still Good.

The Role of Friends

What, in the end, defines a friend?

One that'll tell you the truth, even when he knows it is not pleasant.

One who advises with your interest at heart, even though sometimes the advice is neither sought for nor listened to.

One who shares the moments in your life, no matter how trivial it seems to the other people.

One who tries every single way and means to keep you from the edge of the cliff, even if it means being irritating, getting into an argument or risking the friendship you hold dear.

And if you jump, and you crash, one who is still there to pick up the pieces.

Come to think of it, what defines friends, are not the good times, but the bad.

The Quiet Before The Storm

I am reminded today how much I love the time before a really big storm hits.

The electric potential in the air and the sense of stillness the slight coolness of the gently swirling wind promising so much, and yet now, just barely rustling the leaves.

I am strangely calm, and everything is in sharp contrast in the muggy air. The world is held in balance, between states. There is a silence that underlies all the sounds I hear, almost like a soundless note that is the counterpoint in the world's melody.

The note that calls to the storm like a void waiting to be filled.

Anticipation.

nahbeh

Button Pushing

Lessons for the day:

Keep probing limits, keep pushing buttons. Never ever stop, never get comfortable, and never lose yourself and forget what YOU want.

Question of the day, especially to the people that know me:

Am I too nice to the people I care about, especially the women in my life?

Dilemma

When faced with an impossible choice,

of holding on with an iron grip, and watch whatever you have slipping through your fingers slowly but surely,

and letting go, and risk whatever it is you value disappear in an instant,

how do you choose?