Howdy,
I'm kinda bored now but i heard something about how powerful our subconscious mind is. The story was about a journalist who wanted to see how animals were treated in a circus. He went in and saw two elephants, one huge old one and another a small baby elephant.
He notice something strange. The big elephant had a tiny rope wrapped around it's ankle, whereas the small baby elephant had a big chain tied to it's leg. He was curious and asked the circus owner why he did that.
The owner said that the baby elephant needed to learn where his boundary was. He put the chain there because the baby elephant was strong and can escape easily if he had a rope. The baby elephant would try so many times to escape that it has to be reinforced
But... if they use a chain on the baby elephant, why they used a rope on the adult? The owner explained that because the adult elephant was taught from a young age he can't escape no matter what - and that idea or thought was permanently engraved into the elephants mind. So the elephant was conditioned that putting anything around his leg would prevent his escape.
This reminds me when i was young. I was fearless, couldn't give a shit.. and then once you go to school and they put crap in your head, and then you go to church and listen to religious figures and they put more crap in your head...then you watch TV and there's so much crap in there that the crap solidifies and turns into rock.......then you listen to your friends and family and so much crap is in your head that more shit turns into rock......then you listen to politicians and some of the rock shit gets so squashed that it turns into some sort of diamond like material....and then you hear about blah blah blah...
I could go on and on....
But i wouldn't torture you anymore (actually i would like to torture some of the people above but that's another story) and there's actually some wisdom to the above people and things.
But the one thing that prevents us from doing most things that we really want to do is this:
We are our own worst enemy
Like the adult elephant, we don't realise we're strong enough to do what we want but we're prevented from doing it because our own beliefs. The mental image is so strong that we won't believe that we can do it. When you were young, you had infinite wisdom. As you grow older and older, you get scared because people said so and therefore it prevents you from doing the things you really want to do.
So i have a few solutions for all of you that are bitching:
Stop being such a pussy (that includes me...)
Stop being a whiner or bitch (that includes me and you)
Stop listening to hypocrites and pussies (that's almost everyone)
.....now get down and get dirty.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
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"Learn How A 23 Year Old Computer Nerd Make A Hot Woman Horny And Wet In Just One Second!"
see below..........
Just look into their eyes and smile......
Just look into their eyes and smile......
Saturday, March 1, 2008
The Secret On How To Be Unhappy - Trying To Please Everyone
Saturday, 11:38
Sydney, Australia
Blah..Blah....
Howdy,
I don't know how to be happy but i sure do know a surefire way to make yourself miserable - trying to please everyone. This is a disease that most desperate people are trying to do. Because they get what they want from someone, they try to make everybody have in return for something.
Trying to be nice to everyone will make you miserable. Although you may think you're doing a good thing, it will suck all the energy away from you and people will exploit you.
For example, i remember last year i was at this party. There was this guywho tried to make everyone happy. He was cooking the bbq, cleaning the dishes, trying to make everyone laugh with his stupid jokes........basically being a butt-kisser.
Now, on that day i had a huge headache and couldn't be stuffed doing things, like cooking the bloody sausage i bought over. Me being evil and lazy - i ordered the 'butt-kisser' to do all the cooking for me. He was a good cook by the way and a hell of a very nice guy.
I finished my meal and i couldn't bother walking to the other side of the house to put my plates in the garbage. So when i saw the butt-kisser walking pass, i told that guy to clean the shit for me. And he did. I then told some other people to tell him to do the same.
Basically, all the people were exploiting him.
So there you go, stop kissing everyone asses.
Sydney, Australia
Blah..Blah....
Howdy,
I don't know how to be happy but i sure do know a surefire way to make yourself miserable - trying to please everyone. This is a disease that most desperate people are trying to do. Because they get what they want from someone, they try to make everybody have in return for something.
Trying to be nice to everyone will make you miserable. Although you may think you're doing a good thing, it will suck all the energy away from you and people will exploit you.
For example, i remember last year i was at this party. There was this guywho tried to make everyone happy. He was cooking the bbq, cleaning the dishes, trying to make everyone laugh with his stupid jokes........basically being a butt-kisser.
Now, on that day i had a huge headache and couldn't be stuffed doing things, like cooking the bloody sausage i bought over. Me being evil and lazy - i ordered the 'butt-kisser' to do all the cooking for me. He was a good cook by the way and a hell of a very nice guy.
I finished my meal and i couldn't bother walking to the other side of the house to put my plates in the garbage. So when i saw the butt-kisser walking pass, i told that guy to clean the shit for me. And he did. I then told some other people to tell him to do the same.
Basically, all the people were exploiting him.
So there you go, stop kissing everyone asses.
Friday, February 29, 2008
How To Run A Kick-Ass Money Making Restaurant Business
Friday 12:48am
Sydney, NSW
Sleepy and stuffed.....
Howdy....
Today at work i was so busy that i didn't have no time to eat. During the afternoon, I rushed from one place to another and eventually was 45mins late at my other workplace.
When I walked to the building I see three people waiting at the door for me. It was raining hard and I can see one old lady with no umbrella and drenched wet, another old fart (he was staring at people intensely - to see where the fucker was, ie me, and a gay guy (he actually looked and acted gay). By the way, this is a normal day for me. I'm not proud of it but fuck it.
So I went to the door and see all these guys staring the shit out of me. I expected them to spit on my face or do something like that.
I wouldn't blame them if they do that. If you're standing in the rain for 45 mins, soaking wet and in a lot of pain I would paint the shop window with feces.
Anyway, all three of them said that i booked them at the same time.
ahhh.... I forgot about that.
So the gay guy walks towards me...
he then slowly and carefully said to me - like he is going to kill me or make love to me...
"....the old lady and guy has been waiting for a long time - you better take them in first. Just rebook me in for next week."
phew!! what a relief...
now, what kind of excuse should i give the old woman and man?
so i thought... stuff it i didn't bother giving them a good excuse, i said i was late because of traffic and that's that. I guess they're in a lot of pain and they need to be treated anyway.
hahaha!
actually.. i shouldn't laugh.
I treated both of them and then finally i was done for the day. I was bloody tired and bloody hungry that i could eat a bloody steak with bloody mushroom sauce.
So i walked to this bloody decrepit restaurant and order a bloody medium rare bloody steak - with coke... umm i mean a bloody coke!
Now, this waiter was one of the most rudest asshole around, he said that there's no bloody steak and the only thing available is a pasta and that's all there is. There were no other choice.
At that time, i was so buggered and hungry and ordered it.
I waited for forty bloody minutes and was served some sloppy piece of crapola. It was one of the most disgusting piece of shit i ever eaten.
sigh...this is karma.....
Anyway, the moral of the story is that the goal of making money in the restaurant business are not: having good quality food, excellent service and is inexpensive. But a good restaurant business should be: serve and charge any shit to hungry customers. Same thing applies to other businesses. For example, if you were locked up with 5 people for days without food and your the only one with a big chocolate bar - how much would they pay for it?
But the above is not the real moral of the story......don't be friggin late.
Sydney, NSW
Sleepy and stuffed.....
Howdy....
Today at work i was so busy that i didn't have no time to eat. During the afternoon, I rushed from one place to another and eventually was 45mins late at my other workplace.
When I walked to the building I see three people waiting at the door for me. It was raining hard and I can see one old lady with no umbrella and drenched wet, another old fart (he was staring at people intensely - to see where the fucker was, ie me, and a gay guy (he actually looked and acted gay). By the way, this is a normal day for me. I'm not proud of it but fuck it.
So I went to the door and see all these guys staring the shit out of me. I expected them to spit on my face or do something like that.
I wouldn't blame them if they do that. If you're standing in the rain for 45 mins, soaking wet and in a lot of pain I would paint the shop window with feces.
Anyway, all three of them said that i booked them at the same time.
ahhh.... I forgot about that.
So the gay guy walks towards me...
he then slowly and carefully said to me - like he is going to kill me or make love to me...
"....the old lady and guy has been waiting for a long time - you better take them in first. Just rebook me in for next week."
phew!! what a relief...
now, what kind of excuse should i give the old woman and man?
so i thought... stuff it i didn't bother giving them a good excuse, i said i was late because of traffic and that's that. I guess they're in a lot of pain and they need to be treated anyway.
hahaha!
actually.. i shouldn't laugh.
I treated both of them and then finally i was done for the day. I was bloody tired and bloody hungry that i could eat a bloody steak with bloody mushroom sauce.
So i walked to this bloody decrepit restaurant and order a bloody medium rare bloody steak - with coke... umm i mean a bloody coke!
Now, this waiter was one of the most rudest asshole around, he said that there's no bloody steak and the only thing available is a pasta and that's all there is. There were no other choice.
At that time, i was so buggered and hungry and ordered it.
I waited for forty bloody minutes and was served some sloppy piece of crapola. It was one of the most disgusting piece of shit i ever eaten.
sigh...this is karma.....
Anyway, the moral of the story is that the goal of making money in the restaurant business are not: having good quality food, excellent service and is inexpensive. But a good restaurant business should be: serve and charge any shit to hungry customers. Same thing applies to other businesses. For example, if you were locked up with 5 people for days without food and your the only one with a big chocolate bar - how much would they pay for it?
But the above is not the real moral of the story......don't be friggin late.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
How To Stop Dementia
Tuesday 1.20am
Granville, NSW
Sitting bucknaked writing this shitty blog
Howdy,
Twice a week I work in a nursing home. Whenever you go in there, a putrid smell will hit you. You look up and see people wandering along the corridor aimlessly.
You talk to them and it seems like your talking to a brick wall.
A walking zombie.
There's no life in there. Years of wisdom and memories scooped out of them.
And then you talk to the other resident who can at least talk a few sentences. You can see it in their eyes, they know they going to waste in this prison shithole and their mind is slowing turning to mush.
One of the resident from the Balkans who can only remember the war. The loud sounds of gunfire and explosions constantly rewinds into her memory.
During the day, she screams and imitate the sound of gunfire:
"Ba-ba-ba-Bang! Bang! Bang!"
And then you see residents walking around with shit glued onto their pants. Glue-sticky-smelly-crappy-shit.
Almost most of the people I meet who are over 70's years old that still have the memory and mind still intact are generally lost people.
They complain that the years has passed by so quickly they didn't even realized it. You turn 20, and then you pass 30, then 40 and so on.... until you're an old fart who suddenly realize that haven't achieved much in life.
They have regrets. Usually what i hear from them is that only if they go through one of their crazy ideas - what would've happened?
They live a life of being too safe. They did the usual thing 'normal' thing like start a family, work like a slave for years and then retired.
But what if they try one of their ideas? What if they took the enormous risk? Would they have any regrets?
Think about this? Are you doing the same shit you're doing for years and think you're too old to start fresh?
Well if you do, then life will just pass by. Before you know it, you be 80 yrs old with nappy rash, wandering around aimlessly like a zombie and smell like rotten fish.
It's no good being safe, you need to take risks - it stimulates your mind and prevent your brain from rotting. No point having a life so you can please someone - you have to do it for yourself.
Granville, NSW
Sitting bucknaked writing this shitty blog
Howdy,
Twice a week I work in a nursing home. Whenever you go in there, a putrid smell will hit you. You look up and see people wandering along the corridor aimlessly.
You talk to them and it seems like your talking to a brick wall.
A walking zombie.
There's no life in there. Years of wisdom and memories scooped out of them.
And then you talk to the other resident who can at least talk a few sentences. You can see it in their eyes, they know they going to waste in this prison shithole and their mind is slowing turning to mush.
One of the resident from the Balkans who can only remember the war. The loud sounds of gunfire and explosions constantly rewinds into her memory.
During the day, she screams and imitate the sound of gunfire:
"Ba-ba-ba-Bang! Bang! Bang!"
And then you see residents walking around with shit glued onto their pants. Glue-sticky-smelly-crappy-shit.
Almost most of the people I meet who are over 70's years old that still have the memory and mind still intact are generally lost people.
They complain that the years has passed by so quickly they didn't even realized it. You turn 20, and then you pass 30, then 40 and so on.... until you're an old fart who suddenly realize that haven't achieved much in life.
They have regrets. Usually what i hear from them is that only if they go through one of their crazy ideas - what would've happened?
They live a life of being too safe. They did the usual thing 'normal' thing like start a family, work like a slave for years and then retired.
But what if they try one of their ideas? What if they took the enormous risk? Would they have any regrets?
Think about this? Are you doing the same shit you're doing for years and think you're too old to start fresh?
Well if you do, then life will just pass by. Before you know it, you be 80 yrs old with nappy rash, wandering around aimlessly like a zombie and smell like rotten fish.
It's no good being safe, you need to take risks - it stimulates your mind and prevent your brain from rotting. No point having a life so you can please someone - you have to do it for yourself.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
How To Use Words To Influence People
Saturday, 3:37pm
Granville, NSW
Lazy Saturday sunny afternoon at home
Howdy,
I'm listening to this marketer about how to sell stuff. He had an idea.
Let's say God had sent you a gift from heaven and the gift he was going to give you was a woman. You will able to choose only one woman from the 100 women he will show you. The woman that you choose will be with you forever and will be impossible for you to get another woman.
But - the only way you can choose this woman is by reading a letter from each woman. Now, you wouldn't choose a woman that says in her letter that she's kind, sweet and loves to cook and then that's it.
You would choose the letter that would say everything about her in every tiny details and explaining all the benefits to make your life great. It wouldn't matter how long the letter it was, the most important thing is how is she good for you.
Another example, if you read blogs, what article you read first? Normally, the headlines would catch your eyes first. Usually, if the headline is not interesting then we won't bother reading the rest of the post. If the heading intrigues or benefits you, you become curious and you then proceed to read the rest of the article. If the article is about the secret of getting what you want in life with no effort and money, you would read the whole article and it doesn't matter how long the article was - as long it gives it you all the details on how to achieve it.
Catch you later
Granville, NSW
Lazy Saturday sunny afternoon at home
Howdy,
I'm listening to this marketer about how to sell stuff. He had an idea.
Let's say God had sent you a gift from heaven and the gift he was going to give you was a woman. You will able to choose only one woman from the 100 women he will show you. The woman that you choose will be with you forever and will be impossible for you to get another woman.
But - the only way you can choose this woman is by reading a letter from each woman. Now, you wouldn't choose a woman that says in her letter that she's kind, sweet and loves to cook and then that's it.
You would choose the letter that would say everything about her in every tiny details and explaining all the benefits to make your life great. It wouldn't matter how long the letter it was, the most important thing is how is she good for you.
Another example, if you read blogs, what article you read first? Normally, the headlines would catch your eyes first. Usually, if the headline is not interesting then we won't bother reading the rest of the post. If the heading intrigues or benefits you, you become curious and you then proceed to read the rest of the article. If the article is about the secret of getting what you want in life with no effort and money, you would read the whole article and it doesn't matter how long the article was - as long it gives it you all the details on how to achieve it.
Catch you later
Thursday, February 21, 2008
What Woman Want
I had an idea today. Let's say there's a very good looking and classy lady in a high class party where only billionaires and celebrities are allowed.
Now, let's say there were four guys at the party and she had to pick only one guy to take home.
One guy was a multi-billionaire, another a handsome ladies man, then a movie star (lets say this guy is Brad Pitt) and lastly a scabby rotten looking heroin dealer.
Ok. Which one do you think she go home with tonight?
What if this heroin dealer secretly knows she have a heroin addiction?
This is no brainer.
I think this woman would choose the heroin dealer straight away. The heroin dealer knows what she really wants and he provides it.
We usually think we know what people want. In fact, 90% of the time we are wrong. Even though we ask them what they want - they will never give you a straight answer.
What people want are usually 99.9% irrational - it doesn't really make sense. If you apply logic to it, nearly all the time it's not really what they want.
For example, if your friend bought a new flashy car and his reason for buying a car was because:
1. It feels really comfortable and you can go to work/home quicker.
2. It's tax deductible.
3. I got heaps of money and i need something to splash it on.
In fact, the real reason your friend wants to buy that car because:
1. Haha you fucker. Look what i got! Are you fucking impressed? Look how good i am you fucking loser!
2. I got a small fucking dick. I need something to compensate for it. I think this will impress my slutty next door neighbor. My cock is ready for you! Open your legs!
3. For years i think you think i was a loser - now look what i got!
4. Fuck you all! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
Alright. The real reason your girlfriend is dating you because:
1. I can impress my girlfriends, mum and dad that i'm dating this medical doctor who is really a fucking loser that i can't stand spending my rest of life - and just wants to fuck me but really is too chicken shit to say so. All well, i might as well enjoy the spotlight meanwhile i use him as much as i can until a better guy walks into my life.
2. He is so fucking good looking - too bad he has a brain the size of a peanut. Fuck it! I gonna use this guy to impress my friend and use him as my toy. That's it - he is going to be my bitch!
3. Oh my god! Im so fucking lonely, i can't get any real guy. I might as well stick to this fucking loser - better than being fucking a lonely old cow - and inevitably i know i'm going to be a lonely old cow anyway.
4. Fucking hell - this guy is loaded. He is my one way meal ticket out of this poor shithole!
Now, let's say there were four guys at the party and she had to pick only one guy to take home.
One guy was a multi-billionaire, another a handsome ladies man, then a movie star (lets say this guy is Brad Pitt) and lastly a scabby rotten looking heroin dealer.
Ok. Which one do you think she go home with tonight?
What if this heroin dealer secretly knows she have a heroin addiction?
This is no brainer.
I think this woman would choose the heroin dealer straight away. The heroin dealer knows what she really wants and he provides it.
We usually think we know what people want. In fact, 90% of the time we are wrong. Even though we ask them what they want - they will never give you a straight answer.
What people want are usually 99.9% irrational - it doesn't really make sense. If you apply logic to it, nearly all the time it's not really what they want.
For example, if your friend bought a new flashy car and his reason for buying a car was because:
1. It feels really comfortable and you can go to work/home quicker.
2. It's tax deductible.
3. I got heaps of money and i need something to splash it on.
In fact, the real reason your friend wants to buy that car because:
1. Haha you fucker. Look what i got! Are you fucking impressed? Look how good i am you fucking loser!
2. I got a small fucking dick. I need something to compensate for it. I think this will impress my slutty next door neighbor. My cock is ready for you! Open your legs!
3. For years i think you think i was a loser - now look what i got!
4. Fuck you all! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
Alright. The real reason your girlfriend is dating you because:
1. I can impress my girlfriends, mum and dad that i'm dating this medical doctor who is really a fucking loser that i can't stand spending my rest of life - and just wants to fuck me but really is too chicken shit to say so. All well, i might as well enjoy the spotlight meanwhile i use him as much as i can until a better guy walks into my life.
2. He is so fucking good looking - too bad he has a brain the size of a peanut. Fuck it! I gonna use this guy to impress my friend and use him as my toy. That's it - he is going to be my bitch!
3. Oh my god! Im so fucking lonely, i can't get any real guy. I might as well stick to this fucking loser - better than being fucking a lonely old cow - and inevitably i know i'm going to be a lonely old cow anyway.
4. Fucking hell - this guy is loaded. He is my one way meal ticket out of this poor shithole!
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