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    My name's Anita Wirawan and I love stories :).

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  • “But ideas lie everywhere, like apples fallen and melting in the grass for lack of wayfaring strangers with an eye and a tongue for beauty, whether absurd, horrific, or genteel.”
    - Ray Bradbury
    Zen In The Art Of Writing

There’s Got To Be A Story Behind This Old School Fro

01-22-2012 by Anita

This morning I stumbled on an old black and white picture that definitely caught my eye.

It’s a picture of a guy wearing a tux and a lively white afro …I know there’s a story behind this but I can’t imagine what it could be. Got any ideas??

A black and white picture of a guy in a tuxedo and a white afro.
via Sarah Hickox

I love how the look on his face is very nonchalant too, like ‘Hey no biggie I’m just a guy wearing a tux and a GIGANTIC white afro, nothing at all unusual about this. Maybe I’ll go have a coffee in a second.’.

When I saw that picture I immediately thought of Phil Spector and the surprise fro he wore to court one day:

I don’t think anybody ever figured out what his fro was all about either. Maybe the world isn’t ready to know.

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The Red String Of Fate Binds You To Your Soulmate

01-18-2012 by Anita

A picture of a boy and a girl whose hands are tied together by the red string of fate.There’s an old story in Chinese folklore about a magical connection between two people that are destined to be soul mates, called ‘the red string of fate’.

It’s not the kind of connection we’re used to thinking of, where you fall in love with your soul mate and feel an intense connection to them.

In Chinese folklore the red string of fate is an actual object… a string that’s red (are you surprised lol) but also invisible at the same time. It’s tied to a pinky finger of every person on earth and stretches all the way out to the pinky finger of their soulmate wherever that is, regardless of time and space. Legend says that the string can get very tangled up but it will never break.

The red string of fate is tied by a being called the Old Man Under The Moon and once he has bound you to your soul mate your destiny is set, no matter what you think:

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A boy was walking home one night and was startled to see an old man leaning up against a fence beneath the moonlight. The old man was standing next to a giant bag and flipping through a book.

‘What are you reading?’ said the boy.

‘This is the book of marriages,’ said the old man, ‘I need only use one of the red strings in this bag to tie two people together and they will become destined to be married.’
A painting of the Old Man Under The Moon holding the red string of fate and smiling.
The boy didn’t believe it so the old man took him into the village and pointed out the young girl that was destined to be his wife.

The boy became angry as he was really young and did not plan on ever getting married. He picked up a rock and threw it at the girl and ran away from the whole scene as fast as he could.

Many years later the boy’s parents arranged a marriage for him and on the night of the wedding the boy (well, actually a man now) nervously lifted the veil covering his new wife’s face.

He was happy to see that she was one of the most beautiful women in the village. But he also noticed that she wore an unusual decoration on her eyebrow and asked her about it out of curiosity.

Flustered, she removed the decoration to reveal a scar. She explained that when she was very young someone had thrown a rock at her and it had hit her in the face right above the eye…

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Awkward! The question now is does he tell her he was the one who threw the rock and scarred her for life (I say yes)? And if so at what point does he bring it up, now or later?

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Raising The Perfect Child Through Guilt And Manipulation

01-17-2012 by Anita

The book cover for Raising The Perfect Child Through Guilt And Manipulation, featuring a 50's style mother and daughter.With two cheesy, open mouthed, fake ecstatic expressions a mother and daughter stare out from the cover of this book.

You can almost hear them saying loudly in unison ‘Life is just swell!’

When I saw that the title of the book was Raising The Perfect Child Through Guilt And Manipulation I just had to look and see if this was a parody or a fiction book or what.

Turns out that the book is filled with actual parenting advice 0_0. Who knew, right?

However, the serious advice is steeped in funny stories from the author’s (Elizabeth Beckwith) childhood and mock parenting advice:

It is important to distinguish between the two types of Rug Sweepage. “Type 1 Rug Sweepage” is the act of intentionally keeping certain information from your children out of respect for everyone involved and as an attempt to prevent your child from being “confused” by unsettling facts.

Invariably, one summer vacation, your kid will learn the truth from some older cousin and proceed to act as if he doesn’t know. You’ll know that he knows, but you’ll pretend that you don’t know that he knows.

This charade will go on until one day when your child is in his early to mid-twenties and he says to you, “You know I knew that Aunt Christy wasn’t a real masseuse, right?”

Well, at least I think that’s mock parenting advice lol. Though for some people (I’m not naming any names haha) that would be right in line with how they go about the whole parenting scenario.

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The Story Behind The Freaky Mouth Of Sauron

01-16-2012 by Anita

In this clip from the extended edition of Return Of The King a really nasty character called The Mouth Of Sauron meets with Gandalf and a few others to try and convince them to surrender.

Once you see him this isn’t a character that you’ll soon forget and that’s for one big reason, his mouth is just… well you’ll see:

So there’s actually a story behind why The Mouth Of Sauron’s mouth is the way it is.

It’s not some terrible disease that he caught or some kind of weird injury that made his mouth like that, it was words.A picture of The Mouth Of Sauron smiling towards Aragorn and Gandalf.

He was a servant of Sauron for hundreds of years (so long that he’d even forgotten his own name) and seems to have mostly worked in a spokesperson and propaganda messenger type role.

The Mouth Of Sauron spoke so much evil during his service to Sauron that his mouth became horribly disfigured and nasty.

And that my friends is why you should always say nice things ;).

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He Was Fun While He Lasted

01-15-2012 by Anita

Jennifer saw this very unusual headstone inscription last summer and pointed it out to me, I wonder what the story behind it is…

A picture showing the headstone for Darrell E. Reynolds at Valley Memorial Park in Palmer, Alaska.

As in was that particular inscription the idea of Darrell Reynolds himself or did his family decide on it for him after he died?

Either way one thing is for sure, with a headstone like that he wasn’t your average run of the mill guy. What do you think?

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Trapped In The Spider’s Web Of “Sir” Patrick O’Shannahan

01-14-2012 by Anita

Long time readers of this blog may remember “Sir” Patrick O’Shannahan, the man who was on the show Hoarders pretending to be all sorts of things he wasn’t, including a POW and someone knighted by Prince Charles.

And really how could you forget the psychotic meltdown he had on the blog when his real history as a felon and rapist was revealed?

He ended up fleeing from Florida and set up shop in California under the alias Dr. Khristian Knight.

But he is right back to doing the same thing as before, using online profiles to lure women and girls to come to his “Camelot”.

This is the story of what happened to one young woman whom he lured to Camelot. It’s heartbreaking to read but hopefully it will do some good out there and prevent more girls from falling into his spider web:

http://anitawirawan.com/sirpatrick/archives/322

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The Guy Who Refused To Use A Cell Phone

01-10-2012 by Anita

Can you imagine going a day without being arm’s reach from your cell phone?

I saw an episode of an Outer Limits/Twilight Zone type show when I was a kid about a guy who tried to do just that …and got locked up in a looney bin for it.

The show was set in a futuristic world where people never went anywhere without their cell phones. The main character in the story was a guy who at first lived the normal life of that world, barely going a few minutes without some sort of interruption from his cell phone.

But one day he started to crave silence and uninterrupted time with his own thoughts. He started to seek out even a half hour by himself but inevitably he’d get a phone call. The phone would ring and ring and ring, and even if he didn’t answer it there was still the ringing echoing through the room.

Finally he decided to get rid of his cell phone. I don’t remember if it was considered a crime in that world or what but it was definitely considered an extreme act. An unfathomable act.

The authorities immediately got to him and asked “Is everything all right?”

“It’s fine”, he said.

“Where is your cell phone? Do you need another cell phone?”

“No, I’m happy without it.”

Long story short, they ended up locking him up in a looney bin. At first he raged against the padded walls trying to yell to his jailers that there was nothing wrong with being without a cell phone.

Eventually though he resigned himself to his situation and even realized that it was all right, there were no cell phones inside the padded room and he could have as much uninterrupted time as he wanted.

As for me… well I like my cell phone a lot and consider it one of the most useful tools I’ve been lucky enough to own. It’s not a phone really, it’s a computer that has phone capabilities and it enables me to do all sorts of fun and wonderful things. There’s some downsides to being connected 24/7 but it’s nothing compared to the great stuff.

Give up my cell phone? No way in hell, what do you think I am …crazy? :D

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You’re A Creeper – A Facebook Story

11-28-2011 by Anita

This video tells a funny story about a situation that unfortunately many on Facebook know all too well.

A guy accepts a friend request from someone he had reservations about, just to be polite. Bad idea.

Moral of the story: creepers gonna creep, don’t accept their friend requests.

Anybody reading this ever have an online creeper? I had one, though it wasn’t on Facebook. I had specifically stopped talking to this person because I realized he was the creeper type (amongst other things) and made it extremely obvious that we were never to have even a speck of contact again.

Then years later a message arrives in my inbox saying someone had written me on a certain obscure social network. It was the creeper.

It was jarring to see, as there was no way that he could have even found my profile on this particular site unless he’d done some serious creeping. A picture of a laptop keyboard in the dark.

The message? Totally bizarre. He did not use his own name but a pseudonym and talked ‘hypothetically’ about ‘could things be forgiven’ if a certain situation had happened. What situation? It sounded suspiciously similar to the situation involving him of course. HELL NO CREEPER!

I did what’s usually the best thing to do with creepers like that, just ignored him. He wrote another message a while later, an anonymous one this time, trying to strike up a conversation but I seen through it in an instant. I knew it was the creeper.

He eventually faded away but this song reminded me of that whole thing. Creepa!

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