changing the world, one ass kicking at a time

his name is dave trott.

he’s an award winning copywriter and his blog is interesting too. it’s the way he links incidents around him to advertising. he’ll start off on this random story which usually is kinda interesting, go off into a weird tangent and then bring it back to advertising and suddenly it’s not such a random story anymore. well advertising is supposed to be a reflection of life i guess.

one of the characters that keeps popping up is his sister. he talks about her a lot. and she seems like one of those in your face, correcting all the wrongs in the world through brute strength all by herself kinda people.

but what really gets to me is that all these things that she keeps doing, chasing muggers, beating the crap out of impolite smokers… it’s all stuff that i think about doing.


everyday.


i see this bugger cut across us in the car and i feel like overtaking him, forcing him to pull over and smashing his face on his bonnet. i see a guy spit on the road and i want to grab his head and make him lick it all up again. but that’s all it ever remains. a thought.


and that’s what really fascinates me. i doubt i’ll ever be like his sister, but i really want to meet someone just like her. someone who’s sitting with me in the car when that bugger cuts across. and just like my dream we over take the poor soul, force him to stop, and i watch as my driving partner introduces the schmuck’s nose to his car’s carburettor.






ouch.
that would hurt.








oh and he seems more than infatuated with new york.

maybe i should visit it one day.

It was raining.

A funny rain. The kind of rain that's cool to touch, but makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It wasn't clear, but a minty green. He extended his arm outside the window and caught a few drops in his palm.

The shadows momentarily lifted from his face as lightning streaked the sky. The Minister was a troubled man. He was a thinker, not a leader. And yet, here he was at the forefront.

He needed advice. Someone he could turn to. Someone who would lend him a helping hand.

*CRASH*

His hand went to the hilt of his sword as he turned swiftly. His eyes narrowed. Who would...oh

The Jester. Grinning. Him and his stupid shoes again.

'Why did he insist on wearing them?'

The Minister rubbed his temples gingerly. This was not going to be easy.

Mental note: Find a new Jester.

courage

u know whats the toughest thing to do in life?
what?
what?
taking responsibility for urself
by which i mean for ur own peace of mind and happiness
yeah?
not blaming anyone or anything else
why'd you say that all of a sudden?
thats not important
if u gather up the courage to do that... nothing will take ur peace of mind ever
it requires taking a lot of uncomfortable decisions
and walking down random paths
yeah
courage
lots of it man
oohhh yeah
i find that hard to do
trust me its not easy for anyone
but ppl who can manage are the strongest characters around
spend time with them... it will rub off

when we were younger, my little sister and I would often fight. most of them ended up with her in tears and running to my mother exclaiming, “he made me cry”.
my mother would always respond in the same way. “no one can make you cry. you cry because you want to cry.”
no one can make you feel unhappy or sad or good about yourself. you can let people influence your emotions and affect the way you react in some way. but in the end, it’s all up to you. which most people find hard to accept. realising that and taking responsibility for it. now that’s hard. or maybe its just me.

i find that hard to do.