Revamped the site for CNY. Enjoy. And yes, I kept it simple. Partly because I’m not the most adept coder, and partly because it is, as was commented, all about the writing.
Enjoy the year of the doggy.
May you be prosperous, have longevity, etc…
WillQ
“I can’t do this all on my own…
I know, I’m no Superman”
Carrying on with my song title theme, I decided to actually include this line (observant readers will note it comes from the Scrubs opening theme tune, which is actually called “I’m no Superman” by Lazlo Bane – cool name) for two reasons – a) I just watched the season finale of scrubs, and b) I think it’s a very poignant reminder that no one can do things entirely by themselves, no matter how hard they try (although it is possible to watch Scrubs alone… I guess. And going to the bathroom is best done in private too).
No, I’m not getting all reminiscent and teary eyed (although with the Golden Globes almost upon us, it is the time of team thanking speeches) but I do think that occasionally, all of us (and especially megalomaniacs with egos the size of the Empire State Building like me) overlook the fact that we’re not indestructible, we can’t only rely on ourselves, and wherever we are, we got here with the help, whether we know it, or accept it, of others.
I for example, try and move mountains single handedly (or at least I try and make it look like I do), and occasionally, with great stress and difficulty, I do try and do things all by myself. But, at the end of the day, the people you work with, live with, and love with are as much a part of your success as you are. Think about it, and no matter how much of a trailblazer you are, there will be a huge number of people in your life who helped you, no matter how big or how small their contribution.
So today, lets spare a thought for all the people who helped (and the bi-atches who hindered, but taught us perserverance and strength) us on our way, and remember that even Superman needed help to fly (and incidentally, someone to make his cape flap up and down before wind machines were invented).
Up, up, and away!
WillQ
Ok, so it’s a rubbish song, but it does have a point. Or many points, but not the clever road sign sort, more like the many points you get when you break a mirror – beautiful, sharp, but utterly broken. How many trials, tribulations, etc, must someone go through to reach that blissful nirvana… or does that blissful nirvana even exist? Or is it through the looking glass, which has been, unfortunately, broken?
Anyway, completely off topic from that rather depressing thought, is Christmas. Or rather, the effluent of Christmas, the bits and bobs left over from the holiday season, the equivalent of the drifting tires and beer cans floating down the river of the passed festivity – or, more straight forwardly, the decorations. Ever notice how it’s soooo easy to put them up (ok, the 6ft frosty on the roof MAY have been a little hard, but you get the idea) in the festive whirl of fun and good cheer. Extra little must have ornaments are added, more lights are strung, the presents are piled (if you’ve been kind… or just generous to others) under the tree and the stockings are even hung by the window with care (although I don’t have any care hanging on my window, so I really don’t know what that’s on about…) and pretty soon the whole place looks like Santa’s grotto, absolutely grotty with Xmas.
Which is great, during Christmas. But what happens afterwards?
Then, the presents are reduced to shreds of coloured paper (I paid rm5 a sheet and they tore it to pieces? In under 10 secs???), the parcels have spewed forth their cargos of tacky giftness, and the stockings are still hung with care (again, cannot seem to find it) if not a little dust to boot. And then, eventually (unless you are either totally red necked, totally lazy, or totally didn’t decorate at all) you have to TAKE IT ALL DOWN. Now the 8 reindeer bolted to the roof, the baubles glued to the rafters and the pyloxed white “snow” in the garden all don’t seem so much fun anymore. It becomes a chore. And what’s more, you have to put it away carefully, because next year, out it comes all over again.
I think this goes for so many things, and answers one of the fundamental problems of people (or at least some of the ones I know) – the willingness not to build up great projects, ambitions, or proverbial Christmas trees, simply because of the fear of having to take it all down again. It’s a shame, because just as anyone who loves Xmas, or any gay interior decorator (is there any other kind?), or any American (though they usually fall into the above categories) will tell you, there’s no point worrying about the cleaning up before you enjoy the xmas party, or party in general. Just because you have to pack up the game, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be played, and played right up to the end (yes, even if it is RISK, with a million pieces and hundreds of cards and it takes all night to play and cousin Ron cheats like a Texan politician) because if you don’t, you’ll be a very dull boy.
Just ask Jack.
Peace out (or whatever that means)
WillQ
