Of course, I’ve lied about being older but usually refrain from telling my exact age. And since most people are polite, they wear a look of shock on their faces and tell me they don’t believe how young I look. I cannot wait to grow older and gain wisdom and understanding of all that I’ve observed and enter as posts via this weblog.
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Topic #45: Have you ever lied about your age? Why? Bonus: Do you think they believed you?
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20110212-Daily Post
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Curiosity
Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt
Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt
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Is the
other side
greener?
Each day,
my eyes
peer out
through these
iron bars.
And I
wonder
if anyone
remembers
to feed me:
The sweet taste
of freedom.Author’s note: Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20110211 at 20:05:11 PM UTC. In my attempt to create meaningful poetry, I’ve highlight three words based on what I see with the photo. With this recent discovery, I hope to convey deeper messages in my poems.
Reference: Weekly Photo Challenge: Curiosity
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20110211-Daily Post
Honestly, I’d rather be neither super intelligent nor extremely good looking. Why?
While being a genius has its benefits — from inventing devices for the benefit of mankind and pals to creativing beautiful works of art — no one would better appreciate the insane mind other than the beholder and others who resonant with similar characteristics.
Likewise, being a beauty brings on the beasts — mostly other good looking ones but other bad and fulgy types. And depending on how the beauty handles all the attention, no one would know what’s it like to fuss over accessorizing, to keep up with the latest fashion and to avoid having a bad hair day.
Now, if I had to choose either a brain or the beauty, I’d rather be a super genius. Sure, some highly intelligent persons are usually sloven in appearance and definitely smell (like me) but at least when told how to improve, they would have enough smarts to know how to buy the right clothes, bathe daily and act accordingly in a group setting.
On the other, if I had to choose beauty, I would be too dumb to think for myself — manage the household and handle finances. For whatever reason and Lord only knows, beautiful people tend to be rather slow but gracious to the needs of others in order to compensate for the lack of knowledge.
Now being both a genius and a beauty is a challenge. And in surprising ways, this could be possible. One could use both traits and take advantage of getting ahead of the game. By being beautiful, one could earn respect very easily from others and when the brain is put to good use — by saying the right things at the right time — the person could have fan-based followers, much like what charismatic individuals do in front of crowds.
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Topic #43: Would you rather be super intelligent or extremely good looking? Bonus: What if you could be both, but not at the same time? -
20110210-Daily Post
“Bah!” is a shortened version for when Ebenizer Scrooge would say: “Bah! Humbug!” This is to express his frustration at people. Consider “Bah!” as an human asipiration of sheep among sheeple.
And like my hatred for stupid and fugly people, I would write out the word “Bah!” usually at the end of my thoughts. Actually, that word comes in handy to show disdain and not necessarily meant to hate humanity for all the world’s ills. And for what it’s worth, I rarely say it.
As for the word “crazy“, I hate that word. Those who use that word liberally at work or at home are by default “crazy”. In my former job, one of the collectors (an Italian) uses that word. And in the entertainment industry, the “cool” and “hip” characters should substitute “crazy” with “unbelievable”.
The word “whatever” doesn’t make sense; so I don’t care to hear that among normal conversation. In a video with over 2 million views, a little Filipino girl was recorded to say “Whatever!” Each time she said that word, she would roll her eyes upward, shake her head and throw her palms in the air like a fag.
So far these three words come to mind most readily. The rest are more offensive and not worth mentioning on my weblog for the sake of the “bots” tagging potential dissidents for netiquette.
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Topic #42: What is your favorite word? Why? Bonuses: What is your least favorite word? What word are you entirely neutral about? For all your word choices, is it how they sound, or what they mean that defines your opinion of them? -
20110209-Daily Post
Wine, women and song.
Debuchery going wrong.
Raping of the minds
Bumping and grinds
Idol worshippers and
Their graven golds
Backing paper tigers
And Benadryl molds
Getting higher rises
Ladder raises to success
Mirrors and smokes
Forget health care strokes
Alice in Wonderland
And a glass ceiling
As slippers to slip
Further down the
Rabbit hole where
Strip teasers dance
Baring your souls.Only to wake up
to reality sake:
Home Sweet Home
Gardening gnome
Flowers a bloom
Sweet air plume
Feathery birds
Silence is heard
Golden rule apply
But then I lie.Somewhere on an island and beach of white sands abound.
Relaxing by the waves shore, splashing children sound.
Happy and content, whispers of breeze.
Only to realize outdoor air and pollen sneeze!
Love within
Heart and all
Only dreaming
vacation
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Topic #41: Describe your dream vacation. Bonus: describe your last vacation. (extra-bonus, is to compare your dream vacation to your last one). -
20110208-Daily Post
Veil of illusion
Rainstorm snow of confusion
Heart melting fusion
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I never believed in aliens until I had five, rather brief encounters — two with strange eyes, three with healing hands and one brown grey.I never believed in the power of love until I had to learn to share with perfect strangers and family alike what I had work so hard through normal, full-time employments.
I never believed in a blind faith until I felt the hands of gods working through people with “special gifts”. They touched my soul and opened my eyes. I could hear without hearing and felt without knowing.
I never believed in life after death until I saw the beauty on this world through nature and all that lives.
Author’s note: Well, this time instead of writing long-prose in respose to the daily post challenge, I will attempt to write poetry! That’s right! This one is supposed to be a “haiku” with end rhymes. I guess my brain in not hard-wired for penning emotions into words. Bah!
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Topic #40: What’s something you never believed until you experienced it? -
20110207-Daily Post
This was an old white guy! His movements were strange and his hands were doughy. His eyeglasses were too thick and would slid down his nose. He would speak with a slobber, too.
This teacher was a mathematician! Although he doesn’t look well groomed or cannot control his ticks, his mind is too sharp.
Everyone from this class dropped out except one student. He was a white guy with light brown hair and about my height.
This class was a lower elective to fulfill the requirements of a nursing degree, which was too hard. Plus, my hands are too rough and I lack the patience and understanding of a nice nurse.
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Topic #39: Describe the worst teacher you ever had. -
20110206-Daily Post
Oh, heck, no! I need my alternate dose of reality online on a daily basis! For without the internet, I cannot report both the creepiness of my existence on this planet. I tried getting off the internet for a month and as a result many weird things happened that went unrecorded. Events that were meant to have been resolved in a timely manner became old news. And any current news didn’t seem to exist.
Perhaps, we don’t need to know what is going on in the world and enjoy the beautiful weather outdoors. We should just have Obama use the “kill switch” on the internet and see how people react to being unhooked from the matrix. After all, people tend to believe any propaganda from deceivers, who turn minds into a mush of putty, souls into a bunch of zombies and hearts into senseless acts of violence.
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Topic #38: Could you live without the internet for a week? For a month? -
20110205-Daily Post
For a person, it was a spook — tall, blond hair and blue eyes! He and I would have gotten married but he was smelly, like a dirty rat, just like all the other Reptilians I’ve encountered all my life.
For a thing, it would have been my lost teddy bear. It was no ordinary teddy bear. He was small, soft and cuddly. His fur was like that of a tiger — black and orange. His eyes were black as two buttons and his nose was a small and round. Plus he had whiskers, too! But I’ve lost him long ago at the vile hands of a sneaky baby sitter!
For an idea, it would have been a God or at least a God-like person or guru, who knew me inside and out! That’s right! It’s someone who mirrors my inner soul, not someone who physically looks, dresses or acts like me, but someone who knows my purpose in life, wants and desires and is able to fulfill my every needs, such as cooking, cleaning and plucking my gray hairs.
For anything else, it’s my hopes and dreams for everything else not yet imagined. That’s redefining a void in my heart and creating something out of nothing — to recapture that which has been lost — the interest in loving and to love in return. Pooh!
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Topic #37: Describe the one who got away. It could be a person, a thing, an idea, anything. -
20110204-Daily Post
To @BoltClock (Daniel Tan): Don’t worry about missing a week or a month in blogging! There is always @postaday on Twitter for your outlet so you won’t harm yourself or others.
For anyone going through depressive episodes, this is the only suggestion possible — blogging. It is designed to help you stay focus on your goal to survive and concentrate on OTHER distractions in life and the living, both of which evolve around you and outside yourself — people, places and things.
As Flynn’s new disciple-in-training, you will FORCE yourself to blog at least one clear and coherent sentence on a daily basis. You will attempt to give yourself reason to live, if not for yourself and others, but for blogging. Your only fear and tear is ever so near if you hear your inner voices tell you to stop thinking critically.
Also, there is always your personal “Book of Life” (also known as the Akashic records) for you to review later on when you have achieved all that is necessary for your lessons in life. So every thought, every emotion, every deed and every action is SERIOUSLY recorded. Don’t think you will miss anything for the world. We will miss you if you don’t get it and get over it — somehow, someday.
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Weekly Photo Challenge: Boundaries
Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt Photo courtesy of http://ma.tt
—With this veil between both worlds,
your tears of sparkling diamonds separate us.
When will you see that all that is gold will not always shine?
But that your everlasting love for me will forever be in my heart.How is it you turned an eyeglass holder into a golden necklace?
Truly, it is brighter than gold itself!
It is your creative spirit that makes your beautiful.Mother, you are my inspiration.
For in this poem I shall — one day —
photograph you wearing this precious bling
and upload this sentimental value into my weblog.
What is more valuable than life itself?
My priceless love which no one could see but love itself.
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Author’s note: Since I’m too lazy to take up the challenge of taking my own photographs and slowing down the blogging process, I will create poems based on the interpretations of each photo! That’s right! Some poets on WordPress.com write poetry in this manner. One such poet has a very deep and dark theme of society’s ills. Mine will be a mixture of both positive and negative. While his poetry is aligned in the center for his free verse of VERY few words per line, mine will be aligned to the left to accommodate my “prose-like” poetry. It’s still “sounds” like I’m talking aloud while blogging in verse. Enjoy.Reference: Introducing weekly photo challenges
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20110204-Daily Post
There is nothing really important to tell about myself because my neighbors do NOT speak with each other. Instead, most of these people stay indoors and rarely greet each other because the suburb is made of mostly hard-working, tax-paying, compliant American citizens. Some don’t work because they had property from their former homelands and come from wealthy family backgrounds.
As a matter of fact, it’s better that people avoid each other so as not to catch their cooties, hear their problems or go through their dramas, such as domestic disputes. Take for example, our next door neighbors. One is divorced nutter and her husband is an illegal ALIEN, who had lots of money as a handiman. But because the divorced nutter is a typical, ambitious Visayan, she helped the one-eyed creep spend MOST of his hard-earned money on vacations.
So as far as I’m concerned, the divorced nutter created in her mind that I’m having an affair with her second husband. With that said, her alternate reality forced me into the picture as a “bad girl”, which is fine because I keep calling the cops, who won’t do anything on our behalf to get rid of her from our neighborhood until we either get physically injured or die by her hands.
As for the co-workers, they only could say positive things, such as reliable, nice, quiet, shy and hard-working. Those who dared to cross my path have been reported to the Human Resource Department! That’s right! As an “entrepreneur”, I too would like to have employees that know how to draw the line with nutters.
For example, a turd from my previous job came by my desk twice. He was being disruptive by hitting my cubicle wall VERY loudly with the palm of his hand and later commented VERY loudly on how I sounded like his wife. I didn’t respond or blink but let him speak. Then I emailed his manager and in turn his manager reported the incidents to the H/R department. Again, I’m the “bad girl” for following the rules. And like the cops, H/R couldn’t do anything about him.
So what do these two stories tell my readers what’s it like being moi? Yup! Some would label me as a “dirty rat”, which is really a rodent, such as moles, muskrats, squirrels, gophers, etc. Rats are actually sacred for some South Asian Indians. Some rats do carry diseases. But some are known to make great pets.
Listen folks: Just behave, follow a righteous path and no one will get “hurt”. Do I make myself clear?
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Topic #36: Write a story about yourself, told from your neighbor’s perspective. Work Bonus: Write a story about yourself, from your coworker’s perspective.
