tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72504071506199728342024-03-13T10:53:13.577-07:00Naughty ConfuciusStuff You Won't Find In Fortune Cookies!Naughty Confuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10225647278859570996noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250407150619972834.post-65990567635909489942013-04-04T12:51:00.001-07:002013-04-04T12:51:34.721-07:00Singular <p dir=ltr>As the days progress it becomes harder to pretend that everything is ok. Life becomes tedious and everything is mundane. The side effects include intense procrastination that escalates the situation. Its getting real stuffy in here.</p>
Naughty Confuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10225647278859570996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250407150619972834.post-55734256667456403902007-12-12T15:19:00.000-08:002007-12-12T15:58:59.419-08:00Time To Say Goodbye<span style="font-family: verdana;">Actually most of the Goodbyes have been said. I spent my last day in South Africa running around (literally... ran to a mates house) and meeting people for one last time. In between last minute packing, it has been quite hectic. I even went to a Rock/Alternative Club at night with some friends, and had an amazing time. And now I am just hours away from my flight, with so much things still do to, with my head still buzzing, I thought I would write down my feelings with this post.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sad? Excited? Anxious? People kept asking me, and yet I struggle to answer every time the question was posed. I guessed I feel a mixture of all these emotion. Like a well mixed cake mixture - hard to pin point exactly what each type of ingredient is - I feel the same, difficult to tell my exact emotion.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I guess its also that my leaving has not really hit me yet...I have not shed one tear though out the many farewell in the past weeks. Call me heartless, but some how I just don't feel it. When the people do display some emotion, I have always shrugged it off with a joke.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I guess I am just curious when this parting will really hit me.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_t0sIJLKXVrJJakTbGy9tdOb0xlwpZRT4W3d7kko7-2BgmXht5WttZsqMA6V12-DE56DBhsjB0Aj3MC_ugR7irTYloBcXg5lgJtyqOnDn8rCsvV_vsZ3WyJhPIft9mNS4F4CMzqZjQUp/s1600-h/917587_positure.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt_t0sIJLKXVrJJakTbGy9tdOb0xlwpZRT4W3d7kko7-2BgmXht5WttZsqMA6V12-DE56DBhsjB0Aj3MC_ugR7irTYloBcXg5lgJtyqOnDn8rCsvV_vsZ3WyJhPIft9mNS4F4CMzqZjQUp/s320/917587_positure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143239486266388386" border="0" name="Good Bye!"/></a>Naughty Confuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10225647278859570996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250407150619972834.post-87690937989235964732007-12-08T15:08:00.000-08:002007-12-08T15:29:52.967-08:00First Signs?<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvky2il4RXMhEnhqHhNy_uO_U3M64P2Rff6N0hJxqTpYqrvRjrS301MUjJ1KLDnyGs7s5EelTk8mgXBpguHbvHppptXn6Xk5687x0PVNbcN5cmkPbd2J7EglOtlBFYHI-IOb1Sz_yKY6mn/s1600-h/homeday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvky2il4RXMhEnhqHhNy_uO_U3M64P2Rff6N0hJxqTpYqrvRjrS301MUjJ1KLDnyGs7s5EelTk8mgXBpguHbvHppptXn6Xk5687x0PVNbcN5cmkPbd2J7EglOtlBFYHI-IOb1Sz_yKY6mn/s320/homeday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141743546534829522" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size:100%;">So I have been wondering...if the Gay Gene does indeed exist and may show that a person is born gay, and that homosexuality is simply an innate, genetic and, therefore, unchangeable — a normal variant of human nature , with possible </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://nymag.com/news/features/33520/">common traits</a></span>…</span><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Would this then be the very first Sign?<br /></div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6S3-e0_16HSWl4jyAOKB6upKb7stvxlgJpW2Fmja2AW8C-t8gKjKCyrolQ1KEGVfOuPIGVgG9lpYBTbcKg9pLu5t-6xJgh9Irak5DIYCPVvtSM01vTAwGsA_dQw97zv9khVKKcnuu2CVF/s1600-h/2329887_bfcd48dd1190882107_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6S3-e0_16HSWl4jyAOKB6upKb7stvxlgJpW2Fmja2AW8C-t8gKjKCyrolQ1KEGVfOuPIGVgG9lpYBTbcKg9pLu5t-6xJgh9Irak5DIYCPVvtSM01vTAwGsA_dQw97zv9khVKKcnuu2CVF/s320/2329887_bfcd48dd1190882107_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141744573032013282" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;">What was yours?<br /></div>Naughty Confuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10225647278859570996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250407150619972834.post-61380485885712435052007-12-07T15:30:00.000-08:002007-12-07T16:06:34.428-08:00Chapter One: A Chinaman in Africa<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyl_cUvj24u3hpfEQy0SVYz7oNpXpsSDLznNNttUNDGdW8zTIhZqdNp_pWC2tGN949TcUldm4kVJXeycEeefJnxZbUrUo0YgkpFsIc9Y87VZ3WIJB8m63rytUCTlN1oX87LscESBRnLIA/s1600-h/ChapterOne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyl_cUvj24u3hpfEQy0SVYz7oNpXpsSDLznNNttUNDGdW8zTIhZqdNp_pWC2tGN949TcUldm4kVJXeycEeefJnxZbUrUo0YgkpFsIc9Y87VZ3WIJB8m63rytUCTlN1oX87LscESBRnLIA/s320/ChapterOne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141385432161689026" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;" lang="EN-US">I was born in </span><st1:place style="font-family: verdana;"><st1:city><span style="" lang="EN-US">Taipei</span></st1:city><span style="" lang="EN-US">, </span><st1:country-region><span style="" lang="EN-US">Taiwan</span></st1:country-region></st1:place><span style="font-family: verdana;" lang="EN-US">. When I was about 7, my fam</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" lang="EN-US">ily and I immigrated to </span><st1:country-region style="font-family: verdana;"><st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">South Africa</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="font-family: verdana;" lang="EN-US">, so my sister and I could learn English. At first it was tough; on the first day of school here I remembered thinking I was like some zoo animal at which my classmates stared at. But then as I picked up English, things got easier. And now 12 years later, I am pre</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" lang="EN-US">t</span><span style="font-family: verdana;" lang="EN-US">ty much a full-blown South African. I come from a nice family and had a good education thus far, and my childhood has been a very good one with mainly happy memories.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p><br /></o:p></span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">South Africa</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="" lang="EN-US"> has been a wonderful place to spent my childhood, true, it has the worlds highest Crime Rate and highest cases of AIDS worldwide, I have been fortunate enough to have lived in a bubble where this is all less evident. <o:p></o:p></span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /></span><br /><span style="" lang="EN-US">People unfamiliar with </span><st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">Africa</span></st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US"> usually associate her with death, p</span><span style="" lang="EN-US">overty and big scary animals. This is however not the case as many parts of </span><st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">Africa</span></st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US"> are actually very advanced. <o:p></o:p></span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p><br /><br /></o:p>I remember when I went back to school in </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">Taiwan</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="" lang="EN-US"> onc</span><span style="" lang="EN-US">e during a short holiday; one of the kids there asked me if I had kept a lion in my garden. I told him yes and also said I rode an Elephant to school everyday.<o:p></o:p></span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><br /><br />In truth the only animal I have in my garden was a dog. (I think I have only seen a Lion twice in my life which was when I went to the local </span><st1:place><st1:placename><span style="" lang="EN-US">Reserve</span></st1:placename><span style="" lang="EN-US"> </span><st1:placetype><span style="" lang="EN-US">Park</span></st1:placetype></st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">.)</span><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p><br /></o:p></span><br /><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p>Economically the strongest in </span><st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">Africa</span></st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">, life here in SA (if you have money) can be just as good as any first world countries. The relaxed atmosphere, beautiful scenery, brilliant weather can make everyday seem like a holiday. I can see the sea from my house and the beach is about 20 minutes drive from where I live, and if I fancy a hike, about half a days traveling will get me to the nearest mountain.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9munLSCQy7oXUYNsOIZPYNTM8HpEh3RoqNcoDzuPfArLnebTPLOdZnx1QFX1-qtsayFYQAG_L_Rrlg0Lq_BY0S9bBdqgrZXSYy-5i_3kMhv1_vPzaepvT181Hm7L7MZt2cXyW7JfYmrat/s1600-h/progSouthAfrica1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9munLSCQy7oXUYNsOIZPYNTM8HpEh3RoqNcoDzuPfArLnebTPLOdZnx1QFX1-qtsayFYQAG_L_Rrlg0Lq_BY0S9bBdqgrZXSYy-5i_3kMhv1_vPzaepvT181Hm7L7MZt2cXyW7JfYmrat/s320/progSouthAfrica1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141384289700388274" border="0" title="Cape Town" /></a><span style="" lang="EN-US"><o:p><br /></o:p>Now with less then a week to go, I am leaving all this for good, along with the friendship I have built over the years, to study back home, in a city with a population density so high, when you fart about twenty other people will wrinkle their nose. <o:p></o:p></span></div> <p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-US">Alas…</span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span style="" lang="EN-US">South Africa</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span style="" lang="EN-US">, I will miss you and your wonderful, diverse people. Maybe someday we shall meet again. Until then…Keep Well.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Naughty Confuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10225647278859570996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250407150619972834.post-60088908106622342832007-11-06T11:28:00.000-08:002007-11-07T15:43:23.689-08:00Blog Goals<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLHrcx0MpIAjZTI1EWWJXNHcBgCmNOniX8V-_RuVGMN7WJAQ_kfpBf94e82Y8SeZe1OyqMSSizjoEvJMiuWWGi3bLZI-Q2PDJTDgtUAgOex6ijWNaXahPLlnsYkDYaJ_1BBaSWGhF1ITR/s1600-h/goals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWLHrcx0MpIAjZTI1EWWJXNHcBgCmNOniX8V-_RuVGMN7WJAQ_kfpBf94e82Y8SeZe1OyqMSSizjoEvJMiuWWGi3bLZI-Q2PDJTDgtUAgOex6ijWNaXahPLlnsYkDYaJ_1BBaSWGhF1ITR/s320/goals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130244336669898098" border="0" /></a><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br />They say ‘To get started, you must have a Destination’, well here are just some of the reasons I have started to blog, and eventual aims I would like to see happening. These goals should serve as a guide, hopefully, when I don’t know what to do.</span><br /></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;"><br /><br /><o:p></o:p></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><b style=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="">1)<span style=""> </span></span></span></b><!--[endif]--><b style=""><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">To develop a Voice:<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">This is quite self explanatory, I think writing and communication are very important skills we can’t do without, and this blog is simply a nice way to do this and still receive feedback from others.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><b style=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="">2)<span style=""> </span></span></span></b><!--[endif]--><b style=""><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">Improve my Chinese:<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">As a Taiwanese born guy my English is far better then my Chinese. Although I can still speak and read the language, I can hardly write it after living in another country for 12 years of my youth. Since I am returning home to study, my Chinese needs to be up to scratch. So for this blog, what I would eventually like to do is to translate my posts, so hopefully one day this blog will both be in English and Chinese. Although this definitely won’t be happening anytime soon!<o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><b style=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="">3)<span style=""> </span></span></span></b><!--[endif]--><b style=""><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">Come out the Closet:<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">I hesitate to write this, as I am still very much uncomfortable about this whole thing. I dunno… although I have known for quite some time now that I am gay, I have mostly kept it to myself. I think publicly stating this on the internet is already quite something for me. So with this blog I would like to gain some confidence and come to terms with myself more, so eventually I would be able to step out this closet.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><b style=""><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="">4)<span style=""> </span></span></span></b><!--[endif]--><b style=""><u><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">Make friends:<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 18pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">I would like to meet people in similar situations, as I don’t have any gay friends at the moments. More importantly I would like to help others like me (give advice? When I do go through this myself), especially in </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">Taiwan</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">. It’s a pretty conservative culture, but this will probably only happen when I do eventually improve my Chinese.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:Verdana;">These are just some ideas I have for this blog at this moment, (these won’t necessary happen and definitely not any time soon), but I would like to view this as an ongoing project that I can dip into in my spare time. This won’t be a Coming-Out-Blog, I don’t think, but more of a Coming-To-Age-Blog, as I fumble for my place in this world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Naughty Confuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10225647278859570996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250407150619972834.post-68651007125755314162007-11-03T03:54:00.000-07:002007-11-06T09:12:54.585-08:00Chapter Two : The Beginning of Naughtiness!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_2YD7fKnuqIRsN9kmqYPzam8TlJbc4UROv5zZCrrisuBT-LgQMfeU_Fdh8Hq1sXMvUV1ad6wNyXc5OPKlwqoFd0TPp6AgYCq6xF5B7EqF77x-0v8oW0OWJs4IHtqCrTdrhnfXV0Ojzmx/s1600-h/Chapter_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB_2YD7fKnuqIRsN9kmqYPzam8TlJbc4UROv5zZCrrisuBT-LgQMfeU_Fdh8Hq1sXMvUV1ad6wNyXc5OPKlwqoFd0TPp6AgYCq6xF5B7EqF77x-0v8oW0OWJs4IHtqCrTdrhnfXV0Ojzmx/s320/Chapter_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128566816933360866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">As I round off the last sentences to Chapter One - the first 18 years of my life, I have started this blog, which will detail my transition and progress into the next chapter. A new beginning with a fresh chapter, a fresh page and a fresh blog!<br />Let the </span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strike> </strike></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strike>naughtiness</strike> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;">adventures begin!</span><blockquote></blockquote>Naughty Confuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10225647278859570996noreply@blogger.com0