Hello again world what’s shaken? (ladies care to show me if you’re not the verbal type. LOL jk =P). Today’s entry is focussed around a theme that I take very seriously. Before I dive into the post I want everyone to understand this is my opinion, and I understand (and respect) that others may disagree with me. That’s totally cool.
I’ve been watching a show that’s piqued my interest so far called Master Chef. In case you’re not familiar with the show it’s about a group of amateur cooks that are selected by three, distinct judges to compete in this cooking competition. The cooks battle to the death using frying pans and rolling pins as their weaponry, and the last cook standing is declared the Master Chef all throughout Nottingham and wins the love of Princess Fillet. If you believed the last part well….I feel sorry for you lol. Seriously though it’s a cool show and I recommend you check it out, especially if you like food and cooking like I do 🙂
What has me so interested in this season of the show you ask? (besides food). One of the contestants is a blind girl named Christine. Not to sound judgemental or come across as an ass, but my first thought was “What is a blind girl doing on a cooking show?” I have to admit, she has blown my mind with what she is capable of despite her visual limitation. She is truly a source of inspiration and has now changed that initial thought to “How is a blind girl whooping some serious ass on a cooking show?” protagonist of Allucaneat Kingdom? Check!
Now for our antagonist, Ryan. Here is where my opinion really comes into play and once again if you disagree with me I understand and respect that. I even encourage you to share your thoughts/opinions on the issue as well. On the episode I watched, Ryan won the last challenge (curse you Gods of Gorgonzola!) and was allowed to pick who gets to work with canned crab and who gets to work with LIVE crab (watch out for that pinch attack!). Ryan strategically (and diabolically) planned who got to work with what in order to fuel his own agenda. The judges pulled out Christine’s name and he even admitted she was a strong contender and wanted her out because it threatened his chance at winning. The judges looked at him with curiosity. He then chose the live crab for her. As one of the other contestants put it “What kind of asshole gives a blind girl a live crab? That’s just wrong!” perfectly illustrates my feelings towards the choice. I was upset (no I was fucking pissed) at his decision. Don’t get me wrong, I understand it’s a competition and everyone is doing what they can to win, but I’ve always believed that an honorable defeat is better than a dishonorable victory. And giving a live crab to a blind girl, even if she may be a strong contender, is dishonorable in my opinion.
Giving the live crab to Christine is just the tip of the iceberg! In addition to winning the previous challenge, Ryan got to stand in the “safe zone” and watch the other cooks perform without having to do the next challenge himself. He was watching Christine struggle with the live crab and smirked. It was honestly VERY difficult for her to work with but her determination was sharper than the crab’s pincers. The judges even discussed amongst themselves how impressed they were with her tenacity. However, Christine ended up getting a gash on her finger from the crab after it got hold of it. The medic had to be called and promptly patched her up. Ryan was watching from the safe zone laughing.
THE ASSHOLE WAS LAUGHING AT HER! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! You dishonorable prick! First you give her a live crab now you’re laughing at her injury!? I wanted to rearrange his face. However, in the end Christine still came up on top with her dish! It was at this moment I had a look of amazement unlike any other moment. My jaw was dropped to the floor in astonishment. How…what..where!? How did this girl, who was blind, whoop everyone’s ass in making a dish that involved LIVE CRAB!? My mind was blown away into fragments of disbelief. And where was Ryan throughout all this you may ask? Hanging his head low while that cocky grin sagged into a frown of embarrassment and disappointment, as the judges looked at him and exclaimed “Your plan really fucked up didn’t it Ryan?” A smile of joy over took my face.
I’m immensely happy now that Ryan is eliminated (due to the lava cake challenge of DOOM from yesterday’s episode). Though I will admit one thing. At least Ryan went out honorably, by giving up his apron, when Chef Ramsay said he’ll let the competitor who deserves to leave approach on their own accord. The moral of the story? Karma’s a bitch and a honorable defeat is better than a dishonorable victory. Conduct your lives with integrity, honor, faith, and understanding my fellow readers. Rise above a standard far greater than what society deems “acceptable”. A standard once held in high regard yet sadly diminishing. But never, truly forgotten. For without these humanity will truly be lost.
Today was a great day! The weather was beautiful and perfect for a jog at the track with friends. I love jogging in a group as it provides more motivation. Everyone can give each other a much-needed “push” which is always handy and encouraging.
I was really proud of my friends and how well they did. One of them, Krystal, did ten laps I believe! That’s quite an accomplishment and she should definitely be proud of herself! I was proud of how well I did as well. I think I out did myself compared to last time I went jogging on the track. I don’t recall the exact number of laps, since when I’m jogging my mind goes into this blank state (some would say it’s always blank but screw them lol), but Krystal told me I completed about 20 laps when we were finished. WHOA! 20 LAPS!? HOLLY PINACOLADES BATMAN!” was my first thought (ok the batman part I may have made up). I was completely surprised and had this immense feeling of accomplishment flowing through my veins!
Now don’t get me wrong. I really had to dig deep and push myself to complete such a feat. I was really tired close to the end of it but something inside me said to keep going. I had this desire to keep running despite my body feeling drained, my knees getting stiff and the sweat pouring down my face and body. A deeper reservoir of “energy” surfaced. It empowered me to keep going. Mind and body united. I had no idea what form of energy this was. All I knew was it came from thinking about someone very special to me. It was rather….spritual you could say.
This form of “energy” was very new to me and it was then that I truly understood that “energy” is very different from how we’re taught about conventionally in school or how our bodies use it. My friend, Eddi, once told me this, however, I only partially understood the significance of it at the time. Hearing about something and experiencing it are two very different things after all. This wasn’t energy from macromolecules broken down by the body. This was energy coming from the mind and soul. A much greater driving force that I couldn’t possibly fathom. The thoughts and desire of wanting to reach a certain goal in mind. The imagery of a special person pushing me each way and not allowing me to give up. The belief that this mere track was incapable of puncturing my iron will and determination to conquer it. This was the “energy” I felt, in all its abundance, flowing through me and empowering my muscles not to give up. It was a very powerful source of fuel indeed that allowed me to reach this journey of accomplishment. I will do my best to harness this incredible power for all that I choose to pursue. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m craving a Pina Collada =P What gives you a great feeling of accomplishment? What is a powerful source of “energy” for you?