Im an International Secret Agent. I tear up the countryside in my fancy cars, infiltrate military satellites with my high-tech gadgets and kung-fu the baddies across the rooftops of rickety shop houses. I tickle my chin as supermodels throw their lingerie at me.

But the life of a hero isnt all bong chika bong bong wiky wiky wiky. Theres a new threat to the world each second. It used to be diabolical weapons in the hands of cunning dictators, then the aliens got to us, now its volcanoes, earthquakes and hurricanes. Over and over our precious ways of life are threatened and each time we are brought back from the brink of extinction all in time for the house lights to come up.

Stop. Pulse check.

The boys and girls who make the stories that feed our brains will never run out of delicious thrills to keep us on edgeand why not? Its great money and great science. Science? See theres a part of your brain called the frontal lobe. Its the part that controls your sexual behavior, self-expression, memory, creativity, motor function, problem solving and motivation amongst other things. Its the part that has evolved and differentiates us from our monkey ancestors.

Stress and shock screw up the frontal lobe. They activate our animal instincts and thats not such a bad thing. The hunter being chased by a tiger needs that rush of oomph to kill the beast or scramble up a tree. Shock sets off our terror alert systems and gives us the temporary boost necessary to ght or ee. Oh it feels good, hell yeah, good. So good we want the rush even when theres no emergency. The rollercoaster rides, the spanky bong-chika, the speeding down the Bangkok-Pattaya motorway at two-eighty. The TV people know we love it and they give us our x. Over and over, night after night and we drink it. Like addicts.

Problem is, we need more of it each time to out-do the previous high. Problem is, our minds and bodies use up all the backup power going into terror alert. We have little juice left for the body to do what it was designed to do: x itself up. So we get sick. Weak. Violent. Frustrated. The frontal lobe doesnt develop fully until were 25, so many of us have spent our entire childhoods feeding our inner b*tch and neglecting our spirits.

Meditate say the mystics and some of us heed. Get inspired, get creative and listen for the subtleties. Turn your eyes inwards and let your depths nd you. Make love to the rivers, dance with the trees, kiss the sky and irt with the bees. Philosophize, harmonize, romanticize and synchronize. Activate your third eye and let your angel y as you open an inter-dimensional vortex and get bong chika wiky wiky with the universe. These things feed the frontal lobebut dude its so boring. I dont have the time. Ill hit the spa, theres a new package that says it can revive my spirit. I do yoga, yoga! Isnt that good?

Its a start.

Im an International Secret Agent. I tear up the countryside in my fancy cars, infiltrate military satellites with my high-tech gadgets and kung-fu the baddies across the rooftops of rickety shop houses. I tickle my chin as supermodels throw their lingerie at me.

But the life of a hero isnt all bong chika bong bong wiky wiky wiky. Theres a new threat to the world each second. It used to be diabolical weapons in the hands of cunning dictators, then the aliens got to us, now its volcanoes, earthquakes and hurricanes. Over and over our precious ways of life are threatened and each time we are brought back from the brink of extinction all in time for the house lights to come up.

Stop. Pulse check.

The boys and girls who make the stories that feed our brains will never run out of delicious thrills to keep us on edgeand why not? Its great money and great science. Science? See theres a part of your brain called the frontal lobe. Its the part that controls your sexual behavior, self-expression, memory, creativity, motor function, problem solving and motivation amongst other things. Its the part that has evolved and differentiates us from our monkey ancestors.

Stress and shock screw up the frontal lobe. They activate our animal instincts and thats not such a bad thing. The hunter being chased by a tiger needs that rush of oomph to kill the beast or scramble up a tree. Shock sets off our terror alert systems and gives us the temporary boost necessary to ght or ee. Oh it feels good, hell yeah, good. So good we want the rush even when theres no emergency. The rollercoaster rides, the spanky bong-chika, the speeding down the Bangkok-Pattaya motorway at two-eighty. The TV people know we love it and they give us our x. Over and over, night after night and we drink it. Like addicts.

Problem is, we need more of it each time to out-do the previous high. Problem is, our minds and bodies use up all the backup power going into terror alert. We have little juice left for the body to do what it was designed to do: x itself up. So we get sick. Weak. Violent. Frustrated. The frontal lobe doesnt develop fully until were 25, so many of us have spent our entire childhoods feeding our inner b*tch and neglecting our spirits.

Meditate say the mystics and some of us heed. Get inspired, get creative and listen for the subtleties. Turn your eyes inwards and let your depths nd you. Make love to the rivers, dance with the trees, kiss the sky and irt with the bees. Philosophize, harmonize, romanticize and synchronize. Activate your third eye and let your angel y as you open an inter-dimensional vortex and get bong chika wiky wiky with the universe. These things feed the frontal lobebut dude its so boring. I dont have the time. Ill hit the spa, theres a new package that says it can revive my spirit. I do yoga, yoga! Isnt that good?

Its a start.

clothing and accessories by issuephotography by vrebel

styling by kook chanida and tom suputtrahair and make-up by kitty

modeling by jay . waaw . alexlocation : cafe ice , soi pipat 2, sathorn

tel: 02-636-7373

clothing and accessories by issuephotography by vrebel

styling by kook chanida and tom suputtrahair and make-up by kitty

modeling by jay . waaw . alexlocation : cafe ice , soi pipat 2, sathorn

tel: 02-636-7373