I got caned a lot.  Many times unnecessarily and for no real good reason.  For those unfamiliar, it was with a rattan cane.  The thinner and more frayed, the more damage and pain it inflicts.

It is our way – the Malaysian way.

We are harsh and tough motherfuckers at times.  

King Kong ain’t got shit on us per Denzel in Training Day.

The key to surviving the caning is not to fear or dread the stroke.  Or tense up – definitely not this.  The correct approach is to relax oneself, welcome, and even embrace what is coming.  That is really the only way to make it through.

Per Eddieb Vedder, this all made me wise but I don’t have to give thanks or apologize.

When I reflect on the many times I faced bigger, stronger, smarter, etc opponents, I recall these moments and remember I’m in all likelihood, tougher than they were.  

Life is often about how much you can endure at some point.  

My faith teaches that by stripes we are healed.  There is truth and wisdom to that saying.

And King Kong.   

That part resonates.