All New BCYX Action Figure!

have you ever picked up a toy when you were young and wanted to get into that role of the dashing, suave and impossibly well-proportioned superhero?

or have you ever watched a movie and thought: "this dude's amazing - if only i were like him!"

don't lie - every guy's done either at least once. every guy wants to be an action hero - well, nearly every guy.

but many of us don't get to live out that dream.

however, the closest you can get to that is...

The as-of-yet-unpatended Bryan Chan™ Action Figure!

Having your very own action figure.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYAN.

the action figure was based on Bryan Chan™'s karate fight thingy the other time - here's the best picture that was used for reference (and the face too!)



and now that's aside, here's some shots of when it was still being worked on:





i finished the sewing of the mini-gi in about an hour while watching a few shows.
here are some pics of the various poses Mini-Bryan can achieve.

"Y!"

"M!"

"C!"

"A!

and just for fun, here are some fight scenes with Transformers Animated Ultra Magnus (only because Maggie here looks the most threatening with all his guns and whatnot).

"GRRRAAARGH!"


"Bring it, fool!"


"SECRET TECHNIQUE OF THE CHAN CLAN - SPIDER-STYLE SUPERCHAN KICK™!"


"HIYAHHHH!"


"H-how is that possible?! No man can beat me!"


"I'm not just any man.. I'm BRYAN CHAN™!"



With Great Sewing Comes Great Action Figures.

this might just prove to be the greatest line of birthday gifts yet.

AND YES, I CAN SEW.
surprise surprise.

Emo 4 Life

i think emos should do a joint project with the blood bank.


no, seriously.


emo people (those who cut their wrists but do it wrong - see fig 1.1) basically thrive on the fact that nobody understands them and they need to cut themselves in order to create physical pain as a manifestation and distraction of their inner pain.

see the Urban Dictionary (Click Here!) for more info about "across the street".

Fig 1.1

Disclaimer - this picture is in no way intended to promote suicidal thoughts or encourage suicidal tendencies. i am in no way liable for any physical harm that emo people inflict on themselves upon seeing this image.

so if they think the world is mocking them, why not take it to the next level?
their suffering will turn into other people's joy!


by donating blood, not only do they manifest their pain and loss in a physical manner (and convincing the world that metaphorical bloodsuckers are sucking the life out of them), they also manage to let people rejoice at their pain (emos naturally abhor painkillers) and loss of blood!


two words with one stone, no?












jokes aside, i think that cutting your wrists to quell the inner pain while feeling it physically is complete bull.

if one is supposedly that mature and has seen the ugly side of the world and knows what suffering is and yadda yadda yadda, one should be wise enough (or at least not that stupid) to know that nobody gives a flying fart about the pain you feel.

get over it already!







(if you scroll down you'll see a poem. i was not being emo - i was EMOTING. so there.)

Emote (taken from dictionary.com)
–verb (used without object), e⋅mot⋅ed, e⋅mot⋅ing.

1.	to show or pretend emotion: to emote over the beauties of nature.

2.	to portray emotion in acting, esp. exaggeratedly or ineptly; behave theatrically: The actress emoted for all she was worth.

Again.

once again i sit
in my cold and dark room
staring at the screen
the light out of the gloom

this familiar feeling
stretches out and ensnares me
i feel my enthusiasm drop
and i feel no longer happy

it's 2am in the morning
and i sit here all alone
once again this emotion
starts to chill me to the bone

every now and then
it comes to torment me
much lesser than before, however
from it i have yet to be free

this sadness, this loneliness
this longing to belong
and i sit here asking
"what did i do wrong?"

immediately self-doubt swarms me
and self-esteem jumps off the roof
self-pity sneaks up and grabs me
while self-confidence goes poof

as i sit here all alone
and feel these emotions cloud my mind
i start to wonder
when will i ever find

peace from this torment
solace from the doubt
and a shield from all sad thought
for anger to be arrested
frustration to be hanged
and emo-ness to be shot

as the night
draws to a close
i lay down my head to sleep
as i drift off
into uneasy rest
troubles return to chasms deep

The Death Of A Butterfly

once again the butterfly tracked
the Other for what seemed like an eternity
every nook and cranny was searched
but the Other he could not see

the butterfly searched for ages
but alas, it was not to be
the Other would never ever be found
so the butterfly landed on a tree

he looked down at the ground
and started to sniff and cry
little did he know behind him
there was a giant bird going by

like a bolt of lightning it struck
and snapped at the butterfly's wings
as he felt himself get caught and crushed
he thought of many things

of how the Other was thus desired
and yet it would never ever come to be
that beauty, that grace and that wonder
would be something he would never ever get to see

as he felt everything go numb
the butterfly heaved one last sigh
as his life ebbed away, with the last painstaking breath
he
felt
his
hopes
and
dreams
die.

The Further Adventures Of Mister Butterfly

the butterfly continued on
as far as his compound eye could see
he saw only emptiness
and loneliness in his journey

he flitted across the night sky
wishing there were something more
and wondering and hoping
that there was something else in store

but he could not take his mind off
the Other that he once saw
how he wanted to find where it was going
and about it wanted to know more

this Other mystified him so
how it could be so fleeting
a masterpiece; a work of art
the song the angels sing

the first cry of a newborn
the rustle of the leaves
the whisper of the gentle wind
the pattern that the web of time weaves

the butterfly went past the moon
and for a moment all he could see
was the Other reflected
in the moon's encompassing beauty

he then flew toward the moon
but try as he might
he never seemed to get closer
to this mysterious enchanting light

he fought for what seemed like hours
until he snapped back to reality
he would probably never find this Other
and discover its beautiful mystery

disheartened, the butterfly
drifted slowly back to the ground
while he was staring sadly at the moon
a treasure decided to be found

the Other emerged from nowhere
just out of the butterfly's view
the butterfly smiled from antenna to antenna
and began his journey anew.

It's Getting Late.

i shall go wallow in the piles of sand the sandman left behind

hopefully i can get some peace of mind

and take my troubles and hopes and dreams away 

to the land that is LaLa, seperating night from day

and leave them there for eternity

they always come back looking for me

i wish they didn't - they torment me so

but yet day after day

week after week

month after month

year after year

they always return.

the world

awaits my waking

to stomp me into the ground

and grind sand into my face

laughing

laughing

laughing.

i shall deprive it of that joy

if only for a little while.

i shall depart now.

Rick Astley - Close To You

Why do birds
Suddenly appear
Everytime you are near
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you

Why do stars
Fall down from the sky
Everytime you walk by
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you

On the day that you were born
The angels got together and decided
To create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moondust in your hair
Of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue 

That is why all the boys in town
Follow you all around
Just like me
They long to be
Close to you

Just like me
They long to be
Close to you