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Success: You Are The Yardstick

I was going to do a post on the Equalism series I posted previously but I’m not quite done typing it ye so I decided to get this out to you instead while you waited for it (if you are of course 😀 ).

Lately I’ve been thinking, ‘What is  Success?’. What should it be to each and everyone of us and what’s our yardstick. People? Society? Peers? Friends? Parents?…You? What exactly do we use to define our success in life? It’s relative. It MUST be different for everyone right. I mean, someone has to clean the streets. The question is, was that as a product of failure or success? Either way, someone has to clean the streets.

The way I see it it’s never so simple (well most things aren’t.). I’ll use me for example. I’ve tried for a nice long while to be the best that I can be. Fallen off that wagon so many times I’m ashamed to keep counting but perseverance and anxiety keep me jumping right back on it.  I used to measure success by the achievements I got (or did not) until I found out it wasn’t for me. Yes, achieving a high grade in education is amazing and praise worthy. Yes, getting a high paying job that will sort out all your financial needs is amazing. However, it wasn’t MY measure of success. It was what society, people, friends etc. used as yardsticks.

I personally think everyone will be a bit happier, sorry much happier if they didn’t use people’s opinions as a measure of success. Look into yourselves and set the goals that push YOU and make YOU happy. I won’t say people be damned and to hell with their opinions but the ones that should matter are people who know you. They know more than others what could make you happy.

Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome.

Booker T. Washington
Yeah, what he said…and a bit more. Oh and watch the video, really worth it!


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Equalism: Women

I’ve squeezed a write up out of an amazing blogger ‘illustrated mind’. I think it’s a pretty great one. I sincerely do!

– Sexy is what he called her and sexy she was in his eyes,
Never mind that she had a given name 3 days after her birth,
In one moment her being as a human was reduced to a product of objectification,
It disqualified all the knowledge, passion and experience she had gained and made her nothing but ‘sexy’

“Maybe I brought it on myself, maybe this skirt is too short; sitting loosely below my knees,
Maybe my shirt is too tight, regardless of how petite my frame is, 
Heck! Maybe I’m showing too much skin…..I’m wearing thick black tights”
There is nothing more attractive than a woman with a body 6 years her junior wearing a skirt that was burnt in the 60’s with a name badge that clearly states her name (sarcasm intended)
What did she do wrong….nothing, she was just a woman
In a  hyper-sexualised world her body is put further than her mind

She is underestimated, understated and confined to the works of the kitchen 
Constantly having to prove her intellect and de-feminise herself to be seen as worthy of a conversation,
What life can she live when her image is scrutinised and altered by the media, 
A man is born with a penis and can rule the world,
A woman is taught to sit quietly and pamper his you know what,
Any bruises she receives is a right of passage and any boy she gives him is a job well done

She can’t help that her body is a wonderland but it was created to satisfy the one and only one who loves her
All she asks is that she is respected and treated fairly when all she has done is be a woman

The summary…it’s hard if you want to free yourself, it’s much easier letting
the world abuse you socially, financially and sexually….you just take it –

What strikes me the most is the simplistic depth to it. Like no matter what she’d do a woman would still be objectified/sexualised by a majority of men.

I mean I can see why men would but keep it to yourself I say. Treat them with the respect they deserve. Women objectify men too but not in a way that’s disrespectful.

There might be one more post before I go fully into this little bit.  Keep waiting readers!


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iPhone Logic – Innovation

You all know I like to let apple know just how crap they are. Horribly so, until they bring out something that looks and feels like they’ve actually spent all the money they’ve earned

Watch out for my blog post on the Samsung S4. I hope it’s worth the release I’d hate to have to start with Samsung. I’ve grown fond of them.

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May 26, 2013 · 9:18 pm

Oh Judge Koh, You Asian Wonder, Won’t You Be My Valentine?

Despite what follows in this post, it isn’t a rant on Apple, it’s a mere ‘neener neener, your the loser you wheeer!’. (<– too immature?)

Things just keep getting better and the year’s still in its first quarter. Well Apple decided to take up a ‘Wilful Infringement’ case ages ago after Samsung had somewhat unintelligently did a bit of copy cat work on Apple but thanks yo the Asian beauty that is Judge Lucy Koh Samsung will not suffer any more financial squeeze. Read it all here and make what sense you will of it. She says;

“To the extent that Apple does address lost downstream sales, Apple discusses only Samsung’s gains and makes no attempt to identify any specific losses Apple has suffered,” U.S. District Court Judge Lucy Koh wrote in her ruling”

This makes me happy for 2 reasons. First, Apple didn’t win. By now you must have realised my somewhat ‘unbiased’ distaste for all things of the ‘i’ category. If you haven’t please click on herehere and here (exits are to your left and at the far end of the browser). Second, it means Samsung won’t have an excuse to lay out their new line of flexible OLED screens which I’ve pissed and crapped my pants amongst other bodily fluids, in anticipation.

Also just for the hell of it watch this too;

How awesome are handheld devices about to become!? I can’t freaking wait! I really can’t! I mean all these patent wars are an honest waste of time in my opinion and that of this post. It’s diverting their creative expertise away from what’s important; creating ‘Pew-Pew’ laser pistols , or hover boards (because driving and guns are too mainstream yo).

To cut this story short, I really would like to take her out on a date and serenade her in ways the law would label ‘barely legal’. If I don’t make any post in a while…my significant other has hospitalized me.

– Myhonestopinions

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Judgement Day Isn’t Up To Us! Stop Dishing It Out Daily.

I took both cases from the experience of a friend and myself. Read on:

 Scene 1;

Today I saw a homeless man. He hobbled towards goodness-knows-where. I could tell he wasn’t drunk but he was tired; the sort of weariness you see on a defeated person. He looked to be in his late 40’s but I wouldn’t know. Stress and sadness ages a person.

He slowed as he walked, and bent over to pick what I assumed would be a half-finished cigarette as several littered the floor. I thought to myself “no surprise there”. He stood up and in his hand was an unfinished piece of someone else’s sandwich. It had probably been there all night. He walked past me considering his ‘meal’. Ashamed yet desperate. He walked on. Still considering as though asking himself: “Will I eat this?” I did not doubt that unless his fortune turned for the better shortly he wouldn’t be able to choose otherwise.

It occurred to me then that I was or could have been this defeated man’s good fortune. At that horribly low point of his existence. I might have offered him support. Brought him out of something. Maybe not entirely but brought him further out. I could have been his good fortune but I was rushing for an appointment and the little money I had, I couldn’t/wouldn’t find for what I dubbed ‘lack of time’. I didn’t search hard enough. I found the money later that day when I had ‘time’.

It was sad really, people arrived 20 minutes later than I had. I could have helped the man but for ‘lack of time’ I didn’t


Scene 2;

I sat down on the bus on my way to a certain destination. As usual I looked for the nearest seat with no one to bother me. I didn’t find any. So I took my place next to people I may not have cared to take notice of. They may have had their story but this isn’t about them it’s about something more important.

As I sat there listening to the cacophony in the bus I noticed, in front of me, a man and a boy child. He looked unkempt. He had what people have come to call the ‘chav’ outfit. Waterproof tracksuit top and bottom. He had a beer can in his hand. I judged him; how could someone be drinking so early in the day? Worse still; right next to his child. It seemed neither paid any attention to the other. The father spoke and the child’s mind focused everywhere but his father.

It struck me then, as I paid closer attention that the child listened to everything his father said. Asking questions about tenses and how and when to meet the bus driver. All the time all I could see was that the boy saw his father as his superman. He cuddled up to his father and told him with sincerity you cannot fake “I love you dad” and kissed him on his cheek. His father with all the love he could muster told his son “I love you too” and also kissed his son on the cheek.

There they were a man and a child who loved each other. For no other reason than they were father and son. The boy didn’t look at his father’s unkempt demeanour or at the beer in his hand. He looked at the person that man was; his father.



The point I’m trying to make is that well, as much as we take our time to try and guess (judge) people from what we see of them we really don’t know. We see this and that and we judge or are judged by people and we assume way too often these days. In my own world, I blame statistics and conformity. Numbers have a way of lying to people if they aren’t careful to look at what they mean to tell us (did anyone notice the joke there?). Conformity; well because lack of thinking for oneself and obeying the great overlord known as Society has grouped people from what used to be individuals and made them daft. This of course lets statistics do its work peacefully.

“The individual is smart, people are stupid”

– Agent K, MIB

So  when we hear or think “White people are crazy”, “African-Americans from ghettos/hoods are not to be trusted”, “iFans are brainwashed idiots who’ve lost the ability to think independently” (← OK that’s just my prejudice!) and so on and so forth. We judge and are judged because of what feels like racism but it’s even worse; Ignorance. Don’t get me wrong though…sometimes it’s true and funny.

Yes we are to be addressed as we present ourselves. People don’t have any other way of assessing others. However, there are times where we need to think a little harder. The old man is poor, and suffering for whatever reason and there I was thinking he was ‘just another one’ but I don’t know that. I assumed he was (ignorance). I thought even if I gave him the money he’d end up using it on drugs (ignorance). Even that isn’t so bad I mean to them in that what-seems-eternal darkness there happens to be a way to escape it. Even if it’s just for a moment they are allowed to escape it.

The father drinking so early in the day right in front of his son; rarely do I ever get to witness such love for not just his son, but another human being. And that’s what it is; we are all just human beings in different situations at different points in our lives. Trying in our own way to live how best we can. Life’s hard enough as it is. Do we really want unnecessary and negative prejudice in it as well?

Now I’m not saying go out of your way and believe the words of everyone without any thinking whatsoever. I never said be naïve. All I’m saying is you don’t know so at the very least  be fair.

‘Judge Not Lest Ye be Judged’ – Matthew 7: 1- 5


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Fact: Men Hate Shopping (Well Most Men)…There’s A Solution! Read On.

Today’s a short one because I really don’t have the time to do more that this really. So here we go…

NOW as a man/guy/dude/bloke/whatever!, the only time we go ‘shopping’ is  for

  • video games
  • When there is INDEED an actual NEED for clothing!
  • And most important, FOOD

Any other time is really stressful, seriously stressful! You ever seen a man enjoy shopping with ‘The Wife’ or ‘His Girl’? NO! Not even when his enjoying being with her…We don’t, we’re not programmed to do so. Ever noticed that all of us look the same exact way after the first hour?…..

I seriously recommend not trying to change us. The frustration that will ensue will upset you so much you’d rather get your face chewed off or something. Then again, can you really blame us? I mean how hard can it be to maybe, just maybe get the item you came for??? Look at the picture you’ll know what I mean!


Typical shopping of the sexes

Most men just seeing that are probabbly nodding in agreement right now. However,if you’re a girl and you’re nodding right now because your lad is the one who does the ‘Women’ Section.That’s sad dude, ya needs to grow a pair! Your girl’s ovaries are larger than yours!

So anyway you get the idea of what YOU’RE like when you shop. Way too many unecessary movements. If we played Call Of Duty you’d be the character who randomly pops out everywhere and anywhere getting killed all the time. It ain’t tactical or effiecient in the least bit. It’s a waste of energy and as I said before the reason we usually do it is to please you and avoid the associated qualms involved in not doing so…..oh, and to spend time with you of course! 😀

Now men, I had an epiphany one day and figured out what one can do about all of this, easy key phrases that might ease the experience. When she says;

  1. ‘How do I look?’ – You smile, look at her and kiss her! <insert nice words here>
  2. ‘Does it fit right?’ – You smile, look her in the eye and kiss her! <insert nice words here>
  3. Any other question…you guessed it, repeat above instructions!
  4. ‘Does this make me look fat?’ – CODE RED: fake a phone call, sickness, SOMETHING!! Get the hell out of there!!!

Trust me guys it works! It really does.

On the other hand if you do like looking good but can’t be bothered with the herculean task of shopping then trust me, I’ve got a solution for you!The other day, I asked my friend to help me through the hell hole of boredom that is indeed shopping and I realised that this is indeed what I do every single time! There is usually (most of the time) a female there to help me do the shopping. I just let them do the selecting, let my brain wonder to what it usually does and I emerge with awesome clothing. The girls get the chance to shop, your mind is busy with your hand-held systems (smartphone, psp, Nintendo DS), or let your brain do all the important things it does normally (Call of Duty, sports, women, food…your pick).

And there you have it! Put this into practice and thank me later. However, on the odd chance that you’re a girl and your lad puts you through all this. My heart goes out to you, it really does. On that note, cheeriooooo!!!

P.S.-  Apparently our habits stem from way back when: (

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My Secret, Sometimes Open, Dislike of the Fat People. Not the Obese, The Fat Ones!

The ‘Fat Ones’ , the constant irritants occupying more space than they are naturally entitled. Presently accounting for nearly half of Britain’s adults, more than a third of America’s populace and an ever increasing number in other places.  *shivers*

Why don’t I like them you may ask? Simple really it’s not their face, it’s not the lack of hygiene or B.O usually associated with the body type, it’s not even the way they waddle across the road and don’t make it to the other side before the red man tells ’em to stop walking…NO!!! it’s none of these surface reasons it’s a much seethed personal grudge. They’re simply just too fat for my taste! It feels like their attacking me! *arrrrrgh*

How does one get fat? How does one lose control of self and gain layers upon layers of A-grade grease under their skin?! The cliche of course is emotional instability or a coping mechanism or some other rubbish psychologists decide to whip up and tell the world or the doctors would call it, ‘FAT GENES’. Unbelievable!!

Why can’t they cope by working out or something???????? Do they enjoy feeling all of their being wiggle as they walk?!

It’s a terrible thing and And to put the sugar-free icing on the gluten-free carrot cake (take that FATTIES) they’re ‘comfortable’ with it! I mean they must be right? Why else would you CHOOSE to remain that way? because it’s too hard to lose it?

Here’s a fair few things I don’t like about the ‘Fat Ones’

  1. They’re fat!
  2. They’re usual loudness (the women especially!) the need they have to be heard or seen (as if that’s ever a problem for them!) to cover up their painfully  low self-esteem.
  3. Complaining that they can’t find clothing for their size. Of course not grease pods!! No one thought you could get that fat in the first place!
  4. In myhonestopinions the worst of them all is the friends who encourage them! Or tell them ‘you look good’ when they don’t or rather, CAN’ T!!

However all is not bleak and there is hope for us,  wonderful states in America are implementing what is called a Fat Tax, not on food but on people!! It’s simple and brilliant…if you’re overweight you pay a bit more…the fatter you are the more you pay! Brilliant!!! Sheer genius!

Well that’s all the ranting I have in me at the moment so early in the morning….bed time and a jog in the morning 🙂

Food for thought…not your mouth


See you later!

P.S. – first blog, will edit this later.

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