Mastercraft Lake Chass

Personal is my thing. Doing it just the way everyone else is doing it? No way! And I don’t have a time frame for everything. Perish now or died later? They’re almost the same.

I raised my head, scanning the pertinent information about the new version of this mission. It seems that I might not also survive this. Have I died before? Don’t ask! That was just my style. Taking everything into account. Just in case it didn’t turn out to be the way I planned it to be. Always prepared.

In this assignment, there are so many obstacles. Coupled with ultimate dissatisfaction. But as always, challenging everything is my best hobby. Not giving a damn what the hell the situation turn out to be. The best attitudes you can get.

They call me Lake, Lake Chass. I hate philosophy but love empiricism. There’s no point in only talking about theories. At least, you should be an experimentalist. Believing both the truth (and lies) without having the sense that it might not be the same as they say is a very good way to waste your life.

I love to experience, and that is exactly what am going to do. Taking actions more than telling it in theory. And as one of the Marine Corps said; “No mission survives the first plan. Improvising is the best bet,” or maybe not a Marine Corps. Maybe he was a soldier? Or air force base? I don’t know. But I remember them saying. It has been leading me through the worst moment. Thinking on my feet. No time for dilly-dallying.

Taking a risk or not? That is your cup of tea. What you want will determine the decision you make. And your decision will determine the results. If you want small success, you can decide to be what everyone wants you to be. But if you want to make your life count, don’t listen to anyone. I told myself.

There are many spectators in my surroundings. Looking and sneer at me when I pass by. Some of them think that am wasting my life. And some think there’s no way am going to become great. To hell with them, I said. I don’t have time to waste on useless people.

Going to work is like going to hellfire. I usually jog every day. Waking up at 4:30 am, lift some weight, and finally hit the road. Not an easy task. But I love it.

I don’t lift weights every day. I do it one day ON one-day OFF. Taking the other day to rest. That’s my best choice. I don’t care about what the gurus say about waking up every day. That you should train fucking hard. That shit ain’t for me. I only do my shit just the way I love to. You can burn your ass off every fucking hour, I don’t care.

Working out or not working out, it all depends on what you want. I’d rather train on my own than have a membership. Hell, I can’t even work out all day. At least, I must take a rest. Call it “80” by “20” philosophy, maybe! I was just doing my things.

I hate competition. Others’ preparation for life won’t ever be considered my own. Do your things and allow me to do mine. There will never be any argument.

I checked my phone. Fifteen minutes past ten. Ten in the morning. Very entitlement. Hours that make people stress themselves. Everyone thinks they’re doing something great when in reality, some people are just killing time. No improvement. No personal understanding of what they’re doing. They’re just killing time.

No! Not everyone will become great. But that doesn’t mean we should all be useless. We need more thinkers in our midst.

I took my pen. Relax a bit and write:

That is it. If you want to become great. There are certain points in your life where you must draw a clear line. You must determine your want between their wants.

No one can stop me now even including myself.

Mastercraft is the best personalization of life.

You can call me Lake Chass. Yeah! I am Lake.

Have a wonderful life.

Total Misconstrued

You know, our people need more lies than talking in their films. Jet Li.

Do you have a goal, a dream and or an ambition? Maybe yes and or maybe no. Not everyone can answer such questions.

Thinking is wonderful. And assuming is excellent. I always combined the two. Even when the two are giving me headaches.

The future is bright, at least to those who have a vision. Although it might take them more than two part of their lifetime, and yet, they won’t give up. At the age of seventy-two, still dreaming of building a mansion. I don’t know who will live there. Maybe the grandson? But anyway, it’s still okay, at least for the visionary man. I say life is not balanced.

While some people are spending everything, in the name of living life to the fullest, some people are keeping everything, all because they’re waiting for the right time. Different people with different characters. All in all with different illusions. What a beautiful person.

I don’t plan about anything. I only live a day at a time. Sometimes I get nervous. Seeing almost everyone around me getting busy. Serious like hell. Burning their ass up and down. I say wonderful! May these people never be wise, so that the average man continues working his ass off. Chasing dreams he will be smacking his face for the next ten years because that shouldn’t be what he should be chasing. But no way, he just has to do something. Because people are doing something. Extraordinarily superb! We need a conqueror.

People that will put on a smiling face, even when every vein in their body was shouting in agony, crying in pain. They will still keep on moving. Chasing dreams they’re not interested in achieving. But they just have to chase it. Because people are chasing something.

Being a maniac, we all have our dizziness. Crying when we should be sleeping and weeping when we should be looking for a mob. Very interesting. We took almost everything in the wrong way. Sleeping, talking, drinking, assuming all at the same time. A permanent misconstrued. Where we don’t know exactly what we should do. But there’s a solution. At least, doing something to numb the usefulness. Thinking and assuming, all at the same time. I wonder why our brains didn’t crash. Smacking it, filling it with jargon. All in hope of finding answers, when in reality, we could’ve been what we meant to be. A total permanent misconstrued. No one understands shit!

Take out the nerves. Relax some tendons. And finally ask yourself, “What gives me the panic of getting left behind? Maybe the people around me? Or maybe I was just overhyping something?” Be sure to give it enough thought. Not everything deserves your ultimate care.

Everyone has his/her own decisions to make. So don’t put emotions into everything you do. The person you love might not be emotionally invested in you. Don’t stress it. Sometimes, we don’t even know what we want. So feel free to express your feelings, and allow your partner to do so. By doing that we reduce the load on both parties. Always be the light-hearted one. The one who took everything like a stand gadget. Always thinking straight. Not remembering everything. The best way to live a happy life.

You don’t need another pattern.

Your destiny has already been sealed. Fumbling in eradicating won’t feel your vibes.

Instead of overwhelming yourself about what to do next. Take a deep breath and uncover yourself. What exactly makes you feel good? Because feeling good is all about everything.

If gambling is your thing. Instead of forcing yourself anytime, you lost the game, learn how to stake wisely. Never play the game you’re not certain about. And if you’re hundred percent sure, remember, not even a genius can predict your heavens sake. You can only beat a guessing game. The one you have total awareness of losing out.

And if you don’t know anything about betting. Let no one fool you, telling you people who are betting their lives away are all useless. That’s a lie. Betting helps some people figure out their lives. But if instead of being meaningful and successful, betting is worsting your life away, driving away all the glory you could have used to further the cause of your life, my advice for you is to stop it. Just remember that not everyone gambling their lives is a reck. Some people have governed the tech with a winning hand.

So believing everyone playing their lives away is all wasting their time. That because you’re serious like hell means you’re off better than them is a total misconstrued. Not only are you feeding yourself a lie. But you’re also stopping yourself from facing the reality. Not everything seems the way that it appeared.

Be a gentle man in a gentle mannered. Looking and seeing everything with a wonderful calmness. Evaluating and calculating morally. Without seemingly sensitivity to wrongdoings.

Doing that, you will surely rise to the top.

You don’t discriminate against anyone. Nor are you looking down on anything. You just sit back and calculate everything.

And when the reality hit the fans, you’ve already got your plan. And according to one of my mentors. He said;

Yeah! That was me quoting myself. Not from one of my fucking mentors.’

DEBUNKER

When you’re playing with words.

Mind your territory. When you’re dealing with me. Mind your words. I never let go of any word untested.

Experience has taught me many times: people has some hidden messages. They don’t always say it on your face. But always appear in their words.

And if you’re a smart-ass. Someone who go beyond techniques. Then you will pay attention more to actions than words. And because of this, we always forget words. We only pay attention to actions. Which later fuck us deep.

I don’t know much about dating. Because dating suck. But I know plenty about debunking people. Tell me one thing about your life. And I will go all day thinking about it. Trying to find your hidden messages.

And by doing that, I’ve save myself a lot of time dealing with some fuckup people out there. Those who only come to you because of reasonable something. And they’re not ready to give anything in return. They’re just coming to drained you.

Action – Word – and Action.

You must be vigilant of both. Always.

Stop telling me you love your neighbor. If your neighbor is using some tricks to get some shit out of you, you better use counter-wise. Or else, you’re going to be exploited.

Sometimes you don’t get the measurements all at once. But as you ponder on about it. Definitely you’ll get the main figure. And that doesn’t mean you should go all your day paying attention to people. That gonna make you weird.

It’s a work in progress mission. Where you’re becoming great day by day.

And to give you some guidance. When dealing with some people you didn’t trusted that much. Always ask yourself, “What is he trying to tell me?” Or better still, ask yourself, “What are the hidden messages of this?”

You can transferred that to your friendships as well. But rest assured. You’re going to loose many friends. But that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try. At least, it will save you from being captured by some enemies.

And believe me, in the next few weeks or so. You’re coming back to say, “Thank you dude. I really appreciate,” because almost everyone in your life are communicating with you with some hidden messages. It just that, you’re not paying enough attention.

And remember, not all of these people are paying attention to their own words as well. Some are just plainly talking or having a chat with you and or somebody else around you. But often times, there’s always a message behind what they say. Only that, you or the dude they’re talking to ain’t paying attention.

If you manage to become a great DEBUNKER. There’s always a good benefit behind it.

People will be getting your messages clearly. You’ll be understanding people deeply. And you will always try to see beyond the facade.

Instead of just listening to people. (As your dating coaches always say). You’re now understanding them.

And instead of giving people what they want. You’re now giving them what they’re asking for. Because most of your friends are very good at smoking-screen. Where they’re hitting you without notice.

And don’t forget the like of your dating partners. They’re always good at hitting people.

With this being said .. .. ..

Always try to be a good DEBUNKER.

Meet you @ the next post .. .. ..

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The Job Seeker (Lake Chass)

I don’t know much about success. Nor do I care about it. But ask me anything about failure. And I will fill your day with both joy and suffering.

People say successful people also start small in their lives. I doubt them. Maybe not when you’re suffering like me. Maybe they might have given up.

One glimpse at me. And you’ll be thanking your God. Not that am that useless. But my life is a mess.

Someone said the owner of Facebook also dropped out from college? Maybe because he has a good background? I also wanted to dropped out too. But I didn’t even went to any. College or school? It might be for the upper class.

I manage to locate my tooth brush. Worn out, but still getting the job done.

Today was another interview. In a company I can’t even pronounce the name. Hab-Arg-Tech Contriohology & Co. Int’l Contractor.

Maybe I understand the Co. And maybe the ‘Con’ and the ‘tractor’ as well. But the remaining name? Maybe when I get there. I will ask the interviewer. I doubt he/she will understand.

I look for work almost everyday. Some of the interviewer can’t even tell you the name of their company without glancing at a book. Almost unpronounceable.

I think that will be my first assignment. Assuming they employ me. The first thing we’re going to do is to change the name of the company. ‘Harb Arg Tech’ something is not suiting my liking.

I brushed my teeth and took out my sandal. Maybe this is the reason I haven’t found work. I only got two. Same color, same model and same type. You can wear it every season. Rubber type. Raining and sunny, you’re free to go.

People say ‘the way you dress is the way you’ll be addressed,’ maybe they’re right. It just that. I don’t have any, apart from this.

I sometimes see my colleagues. Or let say my rivals. Also looking for job. Some wear expensive suits. Under the same sun like me. I wonder how many they’ve got. Because wearing it almost everyday, looking for job? Not an easy task.

But me? Only round neck. Maybe three. Two fitted polo. And ‘none’ T-shirt. T-shirt companies should fuck themselves. And I have eight trousers. Same type and same color. Just like the sandal.

Maybe because am jobless. I don’t know. But ask anyone who know me. And the story will never change. They will tell you the same story. Wearing the same color all day. That’s my style.

I took my bag. Nothing much inside. I hate credentials. But because of all these fuckup companies. I made one up. Lying all over it. Telling work experience you never got. And the one you got, telling them it’s seven years experience. When in actuality, it was six months. But I think they love it that way. So I have to comply.

I have to be on time. Eight ‘O’ clock this morning. Our interview time. I think we’re going to be many. Big company like that. They’re always full of employee. Or maybe employees. English is wide. But as long as you can understand yourself. That’s all that matter.

Am a man of time. So I never wasted it. Should you waste it for me? Then you’re looking for trouble. Big one.

I checked my wallet. Still got up to ten dollars. It will do.

I entered the street. Now almost quarter pass seven. At least warming up will do. And it will save my expenses. Another hard earn lesson: Always spend less than you earn. And am not even earning. At least for now. So I’ve got to incorporate some tactics.

I got there exactly seven forty-five.

Some dude are already gathering. I don’t know if they ever slept at all. Because of interview? Yes sir, you better hold your job. Some people think am not serious. Well, if you say so.

Three guys and two women. Almost dress to nine. Expensive suits and so. Maybe they rent it? Who knows? But anyway, it was fantastic. Meeting some dude trying to impress the manager, or the company, or the sales manager, or the sales person? Who ever the fuck it will be. Going to be interesting. Or so I guess.

I looked around. Nothing much. We’re all waiting outside the company. Opening time is eight. So we still have up to fourteen minutes. Very cool.

Two of the guys was hanging together. Maybe they’re friends? Or they’re just knowing each other? Whatever. Suffering mentality always pair people together. Sharing the same experience. From how their country was bad to how economic was driving everyone crazy. Maybe talk about girls? I doubt it. These ones are not looking like the type. The type who chased women. They look like normal dude. The one you’ll be talking about religion all day, without anyone getting tired. That’s their type.

The two women. Maybe thirty and thirty-three. Seating differently. On a pavement. Not too far from each other. One look like someone you wouldn’t try to mess with. Maybe she’s into power lifting. The other one, around thirty. She was dope. My type. She dressed normal. Not like someone looking for job. But like someone who got it already.

I evaluated myself. Doing good. But not very good. Among these pairs? Rest assured, am going to be rated last.

But that ain’t the problem. Am not here to contest. Am here for job. And you can rate me all you want. That’s your problem.

The other guy. Permanently hanging alone. Maybe the same type like me? People who hate talking. Especially when you don’t know anyone. He was doing okay. And it seem I gave him respect. But I don’t know why.

We waited.

Ten minutes past eight.

People started coming in. Mostly the staff. Or customers? I can’t say. But I was wondering: why did you told us eight when you’re not even going to be ready by nine? Because this is ten minutes past eight. And this fucking company is not yet opens. It seem they’re stupid or something. I think that will be the case.

Instead of me wasting their time. Now they’re wasting mine. It’s okay. I told myself. We waited.

Eight twenty-five, more people coming in. Big cars. Very expressive one. We waited.

Exactly eight-forty. They told us to come in. Everyone staggered over. Changing gears and changing attitude. Some are smiling. Even after waiting for that long? Fools.

Some put on ‘am a nice one’ attitude. I didn’t care. Instead I smirk. Ready to punch the manager in the gut. Keeping me waiting since seven forty-five? He must be crazy.

We all entered.

One dude was leading us upstair. Maybe second floor. But we didn’t stopped until we reach the last floor. Maybe thirteen story building. I could have counted that before.

I was losing my cool. What kind of stupid company is this? Wasting my time since morning. And now you’re dragging us all the way from first floor to the last one without entering the lift. Is your brain not working or you’re just leading us on purpose? I waited.

After the awkward walk. We all entered an open space. Maybe conference room? Or maybe visitors room? Perhaps marketing and distribution room? Maybe they will explain that. So I waited.

The dude that was leading us signaled to us. As if telling us to wait here. Although there’s enough seat. But the way he waved his hand didn’t prove that. It was something like: you people should wait for me here, am coming.

But I was one of this crazy dude you wouldn’t like to employ in your company. Unless you’ve learn to understand some protocol. I didn’t always follow rules. I always find ways to break them. Or bending them. Am good at bending. That’s what I thought.

I looked around. Glance at the three dude before me. As if telling them: guys, I gonna seat here. This fucking company doesn’t understand shit.

I waited almost one hour outside. And took another meaningless walk. Are you now telling me to still stood up like a fool? You must be mad.

I found myself a comfortable seat. But I don’t know what happened to the kids. They’re all hanging there looking at me. As if I am one of this major statue in the presidential assembly. And the dude I thought was superb. The one standing alone outside. He was also staring at me. Hanging with the cowards? Now I hate this guy. I thought he was brave back then. Fuck you! I said in my head. Another lesson learned: not every tough dude are tough dude.

I sat and they stood for another five minutes or so. And finally, one asshole later drag his ass out.

Without wasting time he said,

“Ladies and gent.. .. ..” he paused, looked at me and then looked at the stupid dumbasses hanging there. “Gentle men, why ain’t you seating down?” He asked.

They were fools. I thought.

With awkward silences. They all find the nearest seat and sat down. And the asshole continue.

“As we know, this company is one of the biggest companies in this city. And our expertise is based on Agro Gallic and some Liquid in the business arena.” He paused. Maybe checking reactions. He continued, “We believe everyone here understand the purpose of this gathering?” Maybe he was asking us or he was confirming it. I can’t say. “We want everyone to dedicate their ability, intelligence and the power of their thinking to bring the best out of this company. And also, we’re expecting individual to be punctal at their given field.” No way! I thought to myself. You stupid asshole. Now telling us to be punctal huh? After wasting the best hour of our time outside. Plus that stupid walk huh? Now in conjunction with your stupid speech? Fuck you! Yeah fuck you a million times. And he finally rounded up, “Now, I will call Mr. Jones to collect all your credentials and submitted it to my office and you’ll wait for our call or text. We’ll be sending you the details of your post, your salary and your resumption date. So ladies and gentlemen, we all thank you for your time and understanding. Have a wonderful day.”

And he turn to his left. Maybe looking for his fuckup Mr. Jones.

I coughed. Raised my hand and started talking,

“Sir, I believe we’re all ready to work for the progress of this company.” Always try to appear in their good side first. “But there’s a problem rising up here. You told us to be here by eight and we all did. And in fact some of my colleagues are here probably after six or quarter to seven in this morning hoping to be punctal when in reality we’re all just doing it on purpose only to get the job done first. And what brings the surprised is the fact that the company itself is not opening by eight but after eight-forty. Then tell us, what makes you wasted our time for so long?” All eyes on me with killer eyebrows pecking some holes around me. Both Mr. Jones and the asshole was staring at me as if I was a demon. As am about to seat down I said, “And again, that Mr. Jones took us here all the way from the first floor to the last floor without seemingly affected. Please tell us, is your lift not working or you didn’t have any?” And I sat down. Waiting for who ever has the gut to speak.

After twenty seconds of awkwardness.

Mr. Jones did.

“Gentle man, this is a company not a place to be dragging matters. Can you all please drop your credentials?” He looked at the dumbasses.

I love him. Very well trained. Business like. Intelligent. Original fuck-face. God punished you. I cursed him inside.

With everyone probably cursing at me in return. They all stood up and submitted their CV. I was the only one remaining on my seat.

“Gentle man, can you drop your credentials?” The asshole was the one asking me this time. I didn’t respond. I shrugged and said,

“I think no one cares about answering my questions?”

Always stubborn. That was my style. No one ever override me with bullshit. And am alway ready to fight.

“Gentle man, do you realize you’re in a company?” The asshole was trying to scare me. Or maybe warn me. I sneered.

“At least am not signing a contract.” I shot back. Always prepare for war.

“Okay, can you please tell us your objective?”

“Of course I am more than happy to help.” I said, trying to emphasize every word. “Firstly, you told us to be here by eight and we’re expecting the company to be punctal with their time as well but they didn’t. And instead of the company to apologize for that once and for all you’re asking us to dedicate our life to your company. How are we going to do that? For a company that doesn’t care about our well-being but only the progress of the company? Let assume we all came late. And we all dragged our asses here exactly ten ‘o’ clock? Isn’t that mean we’re disrespecting the company? So for this being said, I want the company and the board of management to understand the importance of dealing with time. And with due respect, am begging you all my colleagues to please forgive the company for their poor management of time. Thank you all.” And I shut the fuckup. Took my file and submitted it to Mr. Jones. Took the first step. The second step. And the third step.

“Hun- Hun- Hun,” Mr. Jones was clearing his throat, “Gentle man. What is your name?”

Even with all the fact that my file was in your hand, you’re still asking for my name? I smirked, turn back and said,

“I am Chass, Lake Chass.”

And I walked out of the room. Out of the company. Stopped a taxi. And the driver took me out of the fucking mess.

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On My Journey To The Coaching Land

Have you ever seen a guy who really wanted to be great and yet he didn’t give a shit about the real gradual process? If no! Then I’ve found one for you. Yeah, You Yourself!

WARNING!

This article contain so many harsh word that can make you lose your cool and command “Who the hell is this guy. What the fuck does he think he’s doing. Did he think he can just be fucking around, believing he’s a writer. Who the fuck does he talking to?” So brother, am warning you now. Never read this if you’re not happy with it or if you’re an easy target to offend. Am giving you a heads up now. So fuck you for keeping reading anyway!

I’ve seen so many types of people. People who just talk talk talk and talk and yet nothing special to show up. And again, I’ve seen plentiful of dudes telling me what they want day and night without blinking and yet, all of them are still there doing the same shit over and over again.

So many people are stupid (am sorry to say). They’re very stupid to the extent that, when someone is making it, instead of asking themselves, “what is it that this person is doing that I didn’t dare to do?” They’ll be telling themselves “maybe he’s just lucky.”

Which fucking luck is that? If luck is that easy then why are you not making it? Don’t you know lucky could’ve stick its fucking nose to your life and bless you, if it was that easy to trick?

Forget about being lucky. If all your beliefs was base on someone getting lucky, that’s why they’re making it. Then you’re going to remain there for the rest of your life.

You want to marry the person of your dream and you think you can just be talking over there. Won’t you get your fucking ass out and meet her on the rain, in the train, metro station, and or at any fucking place she could be? Not to mention your own experience.

“If you think marrying the woman of your dream only consist of you ‘just to be yourself’ then you’re mad! Craziness is in your blood. Why the fuck do you think so many people marry below average girls if not for their lack of standard and the ability to push through no matter what they pass through?”

I don’t care about what you want in life. If you’re not ready to struggle for it then forget all about it. You must get your ass out there.

I’ve seen many people who are not happy with their relationship. And yet when I started questioning them they always feel like “What the hell are you saying? Are you telling me I didn’t live a good life?” .. .. .. And tell me, how will this person be living a good life and still be putting up with toxic relationship?

You meet someone you really like and after a month of seeing each other you realize she’s ain’t worth the person you thought in mind and you’re still walking up to her all because you think to meet someone beautiful like her again required a ground work.. .. .. Who the fuck do you think you are if not a lazy asshole who is not ready to go a greater length to get what he really wanted?

I don’t care if you’ve tried your best or not. But if you didn’t like your life and the level of your success and you’re not ready to fight hard to change it then you’re a fuck face!

In the next five years many people are coming back to regret their lives. Not because they didn’t make it but because they later settle for less – They could’ve become great if they really try more than that but they’ll realize they didn’t try hard enough.

How will you call me to be your coach and be expecting me to go easy on you? Who the fuck do you think I am? Do you think I am one of your go-to friends over there? – Fuck you!

You’re living a poor life. You didn’t manage to achieve your dream. You’re not dating the right girls. You didn’t know where you’re going. And when I pinpoint your problems you started talking like shit. Are. You. Fucking. Mad????

If you’re not ready to struggle then you’re not ready to achieve!

You need to be careful what you wish for. If you’re deciding to settle down because your dreams are not achievable and that you could just accept your fate and settle for less – then you’re in a big trouble. Because not now but tomorrow, you’re going to regret your life.

And for you not to end up regretting your life then you must never settle unless you achieve your dream.

It is better for you to die trying than to settle down without achieving your dreams.

Have a wonderful life.

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