The Month In Focus
I just want to say, in retrospect, it has been a huge month. There was the dogged negative that unhinged me from bad habits, the finding of identity when working, then, the sudden realization that one line manager with a bad grudge over me could have me lose my job one day after he lost his, for his militaristic ways.
The month pivoted through positive reinforcement and the extraction of the self-conscious to the point that he almost no longer exists. From the loss of my job at the Coles Myer Logistics Center in Smeaton Grange because my limited tenure contract was never renewed, conveniently around the same days that my 1982 Toyota Corona was due to be registered with a compulsory third party green slip, there were those daily money fears to worry about, helped along today with the final $607 pay from Forstaff.
There was a trip to see the machine and catch up while we were bogging the car. There was the acupuncture and medicine that ridded phlegm in my throat, and then there was the gym that finally allowed me to get back to the old days of self-gloating that the mischievous so rightly-through performed.
Taronga Zoo With Jett & Min-Su
There were a couple of things that brought me to today’s events, a trip down to Taronga Zoo with Jett and Min-Su (who thought me an ubiquitous person, which is the best intelligent compliment a person could analyze about another), the movie, and then heading home to receive a second call in weeks from Shawn, it seems about worth the journey.
There are other jobs to get me money, and although my principles still don’t revolve around it, it seems harder to go back to my old ways, back in the oppressive days without the dollar bills, dependent just to survive.
Jett can’t seem to pull a straight face but you’d know there was potential there. He always pulled faces in photos and would naturally muck around. Even until his elder years he seems he’ll be the same, but, in my mind, there is always the smallest fraction of doubt that makes you think he can be laughing one second, and then pulling out a gun the next, his face jived, and then “POW”, you gone. The smiley face comes now (the one on MSN Messenger) but it doesn’t have the same effect here.
Australia Ascends In Global Spotlight
It’s a revolution and Australia is at the forefront of it. Imagine Michael Jackson at the stock market pleading to the people, “Help,” in order for the economy to rise, but he no longer appeals to people. America is seen as old hat now for many reasons too strenuous to name here. Australia seems to be the new worldwide focus, and with events such as the “Tampa” refugees, our sports and focus on our newly unearthed celebrities, it appears that we are slowly being unearthed, in tradeoff of culture from the old, and to the world.
Michael Jackson’s Plastic Look
Michael Jackson has gone very weird lately, almost plastic. That seems to be the best analogy to explain the way America is portrayed today. “Come on, when is enough, enough,” asks the world themselves when they keep doing the same obvious thing, over and over again.
Michael Jackson is the toping on the cake for the official weirdest people that we so stupidly believed in for these last forty years. Media is the elicitor of propaganda, and if any country embodied it, then the United States definitely takes the cake.
Continue To Shock In Order To Evolve
To keep things healthily evolving, you have to continually shock. In order for rap to evolve, people have to keep incorporating social problems to the front, like Eminem has recently done to be so hounded by critics. Your success first rates on shock value. Then, if what you say sounds right and if in fact, your points get across, then talent may have gotten you the rest of the way.
“Ninety percent luck, ten percent talent,” they say but rap is my best outlet so far. To think, you can write your thoughts, lyrically, poetically, and so effortlessly. Rap allows me to express my art form best, or maybe, the mind of the artisan.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
