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About RecklessXAlive
Looking at the world thru a dead man's eyes. "Bite my shiny metal ass" "It isn't that shiny" "Shinier then yours, Meatbag." I am intelligent, open minded, crude, blunt, nicest, down to earth guy. and i honestly do not know what to write in this little box since I am not activly seeking a relationship, just friendships. I love a cold beer or a well made cocktail but to enjoy and savor, not to slam it down so i can not taste it. I love reading action novels many military or fantasy, I do pick up the occasional "enlightened" book but if it is written word I'd like to read it. I am a bartender in heart and part time occupation. I am a chef but only to myself and the lucky few who join me in my meals. I am constantly changing, a mutant and proud. Most of all, I only tolerate pretentious personalities and prefer to stare clear of them. that is my prologue, I hope you weren't expecting anything else. |
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Sorry for the long posts, I helped cater and set up the lights for a motivational speaker over the weekend. I never got to hear who he was but with all motivational speakers he spewed out the same old thing but that got me thinking. The reason why the lessons never change when it comes to success or improvement is because there is no need for them to change. This might be seen as a insult or a "bag" on Fin-dom but really its not. Nothing in life should be given, it is earned. This is the one lesson that i taken from the military. but the poem and the story i posted, they ran deep into my core and what i do believe in. i guess this might turn into a rant against the "princess's" on here but so what, I am not forcing you to read my journal I only have it up here to entertain and shed some light into my mind if that so interests you. BUt then to these princess's, your just some over ego-tisical narcissist who has been spoiled or been surranded by men who only think with their lower head. I guess that is why you believe you have power over males. But what happens when you meant a man who does not seek you for what you have in your shirt or under your skirt, what happens when we searches for what is in your chest and in your skull. I am afraid he may not find anything of value or interest.
these are just some thoughts from a hungover Irish man. |
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The Secret Of Success
I’m going to tell you a little story.
It’s about a man who wanted to know the secret of success, and decided to find out from a Guru.
Now this was a wise, old sage who knew every secret of Life. He lived in splendid isolation on a mountain-top. Our hero set out on his difficult journey to meet this wise man.
He was determined to reach the top, and so he got over many obstacles on his way. Fighting through thick forests, scaling huge boulders, escaping from wild beasts, at last he clambered to the peak and lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
A few minutes later, he sat up… and beheld the Guru seated in deep meditation.
Silently, he waited. Almost an hour later, the Guru opened his eyes and glanced at the man. He raised an inquiring eyebrow.
The man stammered, “Oh wise and all-knowing seer, I come to you in search of the secret of success.”
The Guru didn’t reply. He simply stood up and started walking down the hill.
The man followed. He found it difficult to keep pace with the old man, who seemed to skip from one rock to the other like a mountain-goat. They walked steadily for another hour, and he wondered if they were going back to the foothills.
Suddenly, they came upon a clearing. In the middle was a clear lake. The waters were still, glinting softly in the rays of a setting sun.
The Guru walked up to the edge of the lake and beckoned the man closer. With a gesture, he asked him to kneel down.
Unquestioningly, the man did as the Guru ordered.
Suddenly, he felt himself seized by a strong hand at the back of his neck. His head was forced down under the water, and held there firmly.
“This is some kind of test,” said the man to himself, as he sat still.
A minute passed, and he was growing breathless. The grip on his neck hadn’t weakened. Another minute crawled by, and now he was getting anxious. His heart beat heavily in his chest, his throat tightened, and his lungs screamed for air.
He struggled to arise, and the old man’s grip became even stronger, pressed him further down into the water.
Now, the man was in a panic. He thrashed around wildly, trying with all his energy to loosen the vise around his neck. Precious seconds passed, and he felt his strength slowly ebbing away.
He thought he was going to die!
Just as he was about to give up hope, rueing his folly in ever coming here, the hand on his collar let go.
Violently leaping onto the shore, the man drew in his breath in heaving gasps. Delicious oxygen flooded his lungs. His vision grew clearer, the hammering in his throat slowed down, his hands stopped trembling.
And he felt a deep anger welling up from within himself.
Standing up, he faced the Guru and screamed: “Are you CRAZY? You could have killed me!”
The Guru simply stared at him for a long moment.
Then he spoke for the first time.
“You wanted to know the secret of success. Here it is. Do you remember, just a few minutes ago, how badly you wanted to take that next breath of air? When you want success that badly, you will have it. That’s the secret of success.” |
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Dear Hard Work, I used to hate you, When you called my name, I heard it but ran away from you, When I knew you were coming, I used to hide from you, When you influenced others to talk to me, I quickly made excuses to get away from you.
Afraid of the pain because I didn’t want to get hurt Afraid to fail, so I didn’t even try Afraid of the shame that you might put me through and Afraid of your name because of what you have done to others
Who do you think you are? Making me so afraid of who you are?
Reflection in the mirror, Shadow behind me, I take one step and still, Your ahead of me,
Sweat on my face, tears in my eyes, I keep on going, I heard you tell no lies,
You turn the poor to rich, F to A’s
Is there anything that you can’t do?
Now look at me, You made me who I am today, and because of you, I have this never losing, never giving up attitude
Quitting? That is not in my vocabulary When they quit, I keep going, When they sleep, I work harder, When they say that I can’t and count me out, I show them that I can
When I tell them about my dreams, And they laugh, I make sure I laugh last.
I’m a dream chaser, that means I chase my dreams, and not no one else’s Only I can defeat me, It’s me against this work you put on me, There Is no losing – I will not lose, I came this far and I’m not stopping now
O Hard work, My dad was right about you, you do pay off, and because of that I love you. How can I not? I’m no longer hiding from you, I’m waiting for you.
Matter of fact, where are you?
I need you, because in hard work- I trust!
Courtesy of Addicted 2 success |
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So being bored and borderline alcoholic that I am I decided to see if I could improve the Kamikaze a tried and true drink. Unfortunately my liqueur cabinet was a bit dry after a small going away party for one of my oldest friend( may he have luck with his studies in college)... so all I had that could remotly go with the citrus drink was peach scnappes, and oh boy, these will knock you on your ass harder then if rocky and mike tyson ganged up on you. Ofcourse I added a little more then I should cause after a few beers your eyesight gets a lil hazy ;)
some old recipe
1 part of each but add 1 shot of peach schnapps, shake and garnish with lime.
I know i said ill put up more game ones and im working on one now, inspired by the Dragon age: Orgins
Hint: Are you ready to join the Grey Wardens? |
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So i finally decided to go out and get the supplies to try out a few recipes i found on Drunkenmoogle.com.
if you are 21 and a gamer I highly recommend this site.
but tonight was a special night for me as i got to experience a few cocktails named after my personal favorite starter pokemon, squirtal and his evolutions.
Ingredients: Squirtle- 1/3 shot spiced rum 1/3 shot coconut rum 1/3 shot blue curacao
Wartortle- 1/2 shot spiced rum 1/2 shot coconut rum 1/2 shot blue curacao Fill with Mountain Dew Voltage
Blastoise- 1 Squirtle 1 Wartortle 1 shot light rum Fill with Mountain Dew Voltage
I love my malibu, It is candy to me so I added more then intended in the recipe but that is a personal choice, My favorite by far is the warturtle, the Mountain Dew was strange as i never had it before but it worked well with the other mixers. but I have been a big fan of this site and it inspired me to make my own gaming inspired drinks.
nothing to kinky on here as of late but maybe if I did it wearing rubber???? |
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