Day 29: What WAS your biggest dream in life (you wanted to do as a kid but no longer can)?
I do no recall ever wanting the biggest dream in my life as a kid. I may have had many big dreams but none seems to stick out as obvious at the moment. As a result, this particular blog entry is very short.
Day 28: What is your biggest dream in life (what one great thing do you want to accomplish)?
My dream is simple and my dreams are many. One day I hope to know what is my biggest dream in life. I have none at the moment and therefore do not see myself accomplishing anything.
Reference: http://danacreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-writing-challenge.html
Day 28: What is your biggest dream in life (what one great thing do you want to accomplish)?
My dream is simple and my dreams are many. One day I hope to know what is my biggest dream in life. I have none at the moment and therefore do not see myself accomplishing anything.
When I see Palestinians (or those without guns) throwing rocks at Israeli citizens/soldiers, I am wondering if this symbolic action is similar to pelting the “Pillar of Satan” during the pilgrimage to Mecca. Satan could be represented as the Jews, which could be “evil Reptilians” in human guise. I notice another similarity of the Jews claiming the land of “Israel” as “theirs”, much like Reptilians claiming this “planet” is “theirs” and/or that they were here first (or so I’ve read somewhere online). I figure Satan really is holding this planet hostage and for what it’s worth, the various inhabitants (with Reptilian DNA) on this planet are trying to claim their territory based on ancient “promises” or covenant(s). Oh my!
Well, I have a couple of photos from a popular online email service provider and the photos show only one half of the face — the left side and an obvious one-eye, too.
Today is beautiful. The skies are cripsy, clear and blue. I walked VERY slowly and enjoyed the warm weather. There lies a dead gopher near the driveway. R.I.P. little gopher. I believe the construction has disturbed its natural habitat.
Since yesterday, there has been some construction going on in the empty field right where the back parking lot is located. One tractor and lots of other rigs with steel beams and such. The smell was fresh soil and strong diesel smoke, which rose up into my nostrils.
Yesterday was beautiful. The skies had some sylphs. I had to walk with Theresa. She wouldn’t stop bumping into me. I had to swear to her left, only to swear back to her right. The girl is run down for some reason and maybe from losing her thyroid(s) at such as young age.
Topic 29: If you could live forever, would you? Why or why not?
I’d live forever so I could learn from the many lessons in my many lives. But I would NOT want to remember what had happen in the past. I’d rather start out each re-incarnation fresh and without the emotional baggage from whatever misdeeds I’ve committed.
However, if I found out that I’m being imprisoned against my will, I’d refuse reincarnation and NOT live forever. Whatever form I assume had better be a good deal. I would rather NOT live forever if I’ll end up pissed off.
After this morning’s mass and saying goodbye to Paw, Maw, Ben and “Minh”, I sat in my car and noticed a couple of numbers:
On 1/27/2011 —
On 1/26/2011 —
—
There were many more incidences in that past where I’d be right behind vehicles with the last two to three digit numbers for CA license plates. Of course, I’ve gotten too lazy to log those events into my weblog. I really don’t know the meaning why these numbers keep re-appearing.
South Asian Indians are nasty. You’d think they are supposed to be religiously peaceful but they’ve got problems like poverty and hygiene. That’s right! They smell like curry, onion and garlic. Their pores are wide open to send odors into the air.
Like Nam (who doesn’t look Vietnamese) and John (the “druken master” degree holder), these ugly, dark-skinned types won’t stop coughing their spews into my airspaces. They think and act smart but are really ill-mannered.
Have you seen the Ganges River? It’s polluted! And yet people still brush their teeth, use it as a toilet and even bathe and do their laundry in that dirty water, which has dead bodies of both animals and people, who are left to rot on the shores or float around on the surface!
Why are these people in America if they can’t act like Americans? And here they are buying up Native American Indian lands, building business parks and polluting the places with empty lots.
To Obama and pals: I don’t know how you’d give up America to China and their neighboring pals.
Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20110127 at 19:00:28 PM UTC: Earlier Chris pretended or refused to see that I was walking past him as he came out of the toilet. He, like most Americanize Chinese, are full of sh^t. As for Nam, he is still nasty. I didn’t want to hang out with him, his spew or the rest of these losers at a South Asian Indian lunch. I might get bad breath, catch their cooties or get stomach poisoning, just like the place across from Tasman years ago.
The other day I blogged about seeing two clouds in the shape of wings. I quickly browsed online and found a photograph in which there are two fans being held by a traditional dancer.
I wonder if these two feathery fans represent the wing-shaped clouds, called “sylphs” — an air elemental battling chemtrails.
Day 27: What is your vocation (why are you here on earth)?
I don’t know what is my vocation other than my role in sharing my re-interpretations about old data from people, news via television and online and various sources. I suspect that I’m supposed to relax my mind, pick-up my inner dialogues or other stray “truths”, regurgitate the “food for thoughts” like a parakeet would to its pals, sit back and watch how events unfold based on an eternal matrix co-created by blogging here. I play both the devil’s advocate and an angel in disguise. I am supposed to a human, though — living, working and playing on this planet for a “time”.
Reference: http://danacreative.blogspot.com/2011/01/30-day-writing-challenge.html
Day 27: What is your vocation (why are you here on earth)?
I don’t know what is my vocation other than my role in sharing my re-interpretations about old data from people, news via television and online and various sources. I suspect that I’m supposed to relax my mind, pick-up my inner dialogues or other stray “truths”, regurgitate the “food for thoughts” like a parakeet would to its pals, sit back and watch how events unfold based on an eternal matrix co-created by blogging here. I play both the devil’s advocate and an angel in disguise. I am supposed to a human, though — living, working and playing on this planet for a “time”.