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| There was something I wanted to write about but I don't remember it anymore. My mind is stuck at work with an overwhelming and neverending amount of work to be done.
I'm having some thoughts about life at the moment because I'm pondering on why I'm stuck in this mess. There is only one reason for why I have no social skills at all and that is because my family never taught it to me. They gave me a top class international education for sure. I learnt the cutting edge theory of global warming and the greenhouse effect when I was 8. I learnt the threat posed by introduced species, such as rabbits, on local wildlife populations by age 9. I learnt about 'deoxyribonucleic acid' before I had turned 11. I could play piano and violin before I could even shower myself. I was an average all-rounder. But unfortunately, they forgot to teach me people skills and I ended up becoming an introverted, autistic loner. They really let me down in this respect I think.
If I ever have a son, I believe I have the formula to give him the best quality of life any father could possibly give. I will base his education around learning all aspects of human social interaction first and foremost. I will turn him into an Alpha Male, the so called "Lion King", the Leader of the Pack. This is because the only real happiness that one can get is through love, and what could be a better way to give him that than to make him the most fantastic, wonderful gentleman in the world.
This is how I'm going to do it:
1. Forget the classical music training, because surely anyone with my genes will not be interested in it unless they turn 30. I'll make him listen to easy to the ear, pop music. I remember listening to my brother and sister's vinyls when I was 3. There was Boy George, Depeche Mode, Duran Duran, Wham, A-Ha, Tears for Fears, Frankie goes to Hollywood and so on. "Everybody Wants to rule to World" still rings through my head often. I can't even remember one song by Mozart. And then I'll let him listen to Elvis Presley, Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, AC/DC and other masters of Rock. That will give him the proper basis for attitude to life. I'll give him a guitar when he turns 6, a drumset when he turns 7 and a scratch deck when he turns 8.
2. Martial arts. He will thank me when he gets picked on by the school bully. He will thank me again when he gets into a barfight. He will thanks me again when trying to pick up chicks.
3. Cooking. All chicks love men who can cook. I can't cook so I cannot give an example. That is an example in itself.
4. Dancing. Club dancing, swing dancing and other forms of hip-shaking speaks a lot about fertility and health.
5. Singing. Michael Buble style, nothing less.
6. Investment. Start saving young, invest in the property market and buy
international shares.
7. Christianity. I'll make him learn all the above, but within the controls of what Jesus would allow. I couldn't think of a better teacher to make him turn into a well-respected and caring person.
I believe with the right education, I could make him the happiest man alive. That's because life isn't good luck or bad luck, its about grabbing the opportunity when it comes along. The more people you meet, the more opportunities they will give you. And the better prepared you are to take those opportunities, the happier the person you will be. |
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A cad's life is so demanding...
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| Nothing is going well! So my arm didn't fracture from that cycling accident and it only got... I don't know what you call it (骨 mok yihm). So now it hurts like h*ll still and I don't get to have surgery to film it. It just sucks!
And you know I'm suppose to go to Beijing to study Putonghua for 4 months, I tried to get my student visa today and they wouldn't give it to me. I lined up at the visa application office in Wan Chai all morning and when I got to the counter, they said I couldn't get the visa because I already got my Chinese ID card, and they worked that out because I entered HK using my HKID so there wasn't a stamp in my Australian passport. The only way I could get my visa now was if I turned in my Chinese ID and never get it again.
Its really ridiculous because PKU won't let me enrol unless I use my Australian passport and now the government won't let me enrol because of bureaucracy. Its just plain crap... My dad was like, "How about you fly back to Sydney tonight and get your Australian passport stamped when you come back in to HK, and then you can try to apply again"... I really would love to do that but unfortunately I'm assigned on bass for Sunday morning Worship. Maybe I can fly to Singapore on Sunday night and then come back the next day? I'll have a think about that for now... (mmm... Singapore chili crab... yum...)
There's so much crap going on at the moment that I can't even remember all of it. I'll never be able to finish my book reviews. I really want to share my mastery of understanding human body language with you all!
Anyway, here's some pics from Sophie's surprise bday party wahaha:
Sophie seems to have some preoccupation with my left nipple.
Anyway, afterwards I went to get pissed with my friends in Prince Edward. Here's a nice pic for ending this post:
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| Sorry I can't update for a while. Its getting really busy at work now. I got shipments to organise to Turkey, a Canadian customer arriving tomorrow and then another Australian customer next week.
I also had a crash on my bike and its set me back nearly four thousand dollars to repair. There's also a deep cut on my left knee and my left shoulder and arm are fully bruised from hitting the guard rail. I also landed on my right elbow and there's some stabbing pain there and it seems a bit cracked coz there's pieces moving about so I better get it x-rayed. I hope I get surgery and then they let me film it! Yay!
But my funds are really getting drained now. I have to promise to "repay" myself.
I got some pictures of my injuries to post up and also pics from Sophie's bday dinner and also some more book reviews lined up coz I'm still reading everything relevant to turning myself into a cad.
Anyway, that's it for now. Bye! |
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