20230615-0827. I express my gratitude by raising my gaze upward and with outstretched arms and give praise and thanksgiving to Our Heavenly Father. I do this multiple times of the day as a form of exercise too. I would sometimes receipt a brief modified and personal prayers to Dad. Only He knows what’s in my heart and mind, save a few “talented” souls who knows me.
Tag: dailyprompt
Answering a new and inspiring Writing Prompt (Jetpack block) each day.
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Being left stranded
20230615-0819. There’s a reason why I’m still alive. By the grace of GOD, I’m okay and secured and probably for life. I survive my holding the line and staying aground instead of exploring the unknowns and enjoying the outdoors.
For many years, I’ve forged my lifestyle by staying home and never really venturing out or socializing with some interesting humanz. So I got used to creating whatever seemed fine from my perspective, giving a fresh dose of ignorance to those who are more experienced being out there on their own.
Essentially I worry about the future and of being left stranded, which is why I depend on my elderly father financially as to other Christians who depend on my elderly father and who failed my personal sniff test as Mormons and Masons – both are of same spooky spooks I keep encountering in this augmented reality for some odd reason.
And so by the grace of GOD, my elderly father is still alive. And that’s good enough under the shit happens to fall and then that’s the time I’ll start really budgeting by disconnecting all unnecessary expenses, such as cable and phones and online subscriptions such as Amazon, WordPress, Costco, Patreon, Microsoft, Apple, and the like.
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Allows students time and space
20230615-0807. A great teacher is born naturally forged with good morals and ethics, has a sound Christian background, and other traits, such as listening well, knowing how to counter-argue intelligently the obnoxious students and challenging questions, and forgiving yet harsh in disciplining the disciple or student.
Above all, a great teacher allows the newbies much needed time to recuperate and practice and space to accept the inevitable after years of denial through indoctrination by outmoded values of parents or guardians, much like my failed attempt to avoid reading Scriptures and listening to audio Bible books, despite being born and raised an RCC and years of listening Bible passages and homilies and other singing of praises and thanksgivings.
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Yes tonsillectomy
20230615-0758. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tonsillectomy
I’ve had recurrent infections when I was a child and thusly so, I’ve had both my tonsils removed. I hide under mom’s Singer sewing machine table, cried and cried all the way to the lobby where a nice white lady held a sticker in front of my face.
I believe my mother was so proud that I could read that the nice white lady asked me to read whatever was on the sticker. But I could not read what was written on the sticker. And then I stopped crying because it was time to go to my hospital room.
I remembered having a handful of fully gowned people surrounding me. I saw the huge anesthesia mask coming over my face and I was told to inhale deeply, which I did. And then I felt my eyelids get heavy and then I went to sleep.
I remember coming outta anesthesia. I probably remember my mother being there but I wasn’t sure. I remembered sharing a room with another patient.
I remembered my throat felt sore and I made little spit marks with my blood all over this one white towel. Each time I awoke, a family member, probably my mother, was by my side.
But one time, when I awoke, she was not by my side. A family member of the patient next to me told me something and then I just turned to my left side, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.
Note to self: I’m wondering why there were lots of people in that operating room and what really happened while I was asleep. Hmm.
End of blogging. 20230615-0805.
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Four daily habits
20230615-0749. Here are my daily habits in four easy steps.
- Eat
- Sleep
- Rinse
- Repeat
In between these four easy steps, I blog or shit-post online and to myself (I am my only audience who seems to care what’s really going on and nobody would believe), go grocery shopping, buy gasoline, dick-around/mess with channels and groups, check my emails, manage my elderly father’s accounts, check my text messages, and pretty much archive everything in the cloud and forget everything ever happened:- until after 12-months does everything gets automatically deleted, which is a great feature for any online accounts; since I’m the only one who seems to care anyways.
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Practicing a sustainable lifestyle
Daily writing promptAre there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?20230614-0106. I’d hate to say it but I don’t take frequent showers! Showering is exhausting. I take showers once a week. I allow my natural oils to flow through my skin since I’m NOT working or working out like those healthy nutters.
In this way, we can save the environment by NOT wasting water. Also we don’t water the plants because my dad already chopped down some fruit trees and removed all flowers and vegetable plants.
We also reuse out shopping bags that I purchased during the lockdowns. When a paper bag handle is broken, we do NOT throw away that bag yet. What we do is tape up or repair that broken handle of the paper bag. And the paper grocery bag is good as new!
We don’t have any leftovers since we portion our foods smaller and smaller each time because of rising grocery prices. All I know is that after one week of “storing” food scraps, we throw the food scraps out on the night prior to placing our carts on the streets for pickup by the city the following morning. In this way the decomposition and accompanying odor is negliable.
I also don’t buy anymore clothes, shoes or any wearable products that are duplicate of each other or similar in style or color. And I recycle the same clothes over and over again until something is NOT repairable or too worn out to wear. Whatever.
End of blogging. 20230614-0114.
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Egg custard
20230614-0102. I believe that would be egg custard as I do NOT know about elegant dining. This was a fancy dinner at work. I didn’t know what that dessert was or why the employer brought us all out to dinner. I learned years later that it’s extra money that’s supposed to be spent to improve morality among workers.
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My gag t-shirt and stretchable pants
Daily writing promptIf you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?20230614-0048. I would wear my favorite gag t-shirts and stretchable pants over and over again. These are made outta cotton material, which is breathable, soft, and natural. So natural that the oils from my body just wick right off! So that’s the way to go if I were forced to wear one outfit.
Come to think of it, that’s probably what explores should wear – all standard-issued attire; so nobody could possible get envious or jealous if one person wears something different that critical and unnecessary comments are made.
End of blogging. 20230614-0050.
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Just as equally important as other stuff
20230614-0037. Basically, I’m a free-spiritualist. I made up that word to mirror the word free-writing, meaning that I’m NOT bound by organized religion or other charismatic groups full of hard-core thugs who defend themselves by bullying others like me, an outsider, who is curious about the going-ons and activities of why nobody from that particular group would NOT come out to play with me.
Instead they choose to stay inside their organized sandboxes or cardboard boxes if that’s what their structure is made out of or maybe bits and pieces of lead, steel, and aluminum, And when newbies like me happenstance to come along, they poke and prod and bully anybody whom THEY do not like.
Y’all know like WWE whereby I’ve read somewhere online that it’s a closed system (like most system in this augmented reality) that protects is brand and player or workers as THEY themselves are slaves who slave away and take orders or obey their bosses or masters, just to belong to a closed-knit group, much like races or families.
So my spirituality is being my own religion by reading “Scriptures” which is the spiritual “prescriptions” for us mortal sinners who are NOT worthy enough to enter the kingdom of GOD. Unfortunately, most will probably perish in hell for eternity for lack of knowing and understanding, which is a raw deal but unfair as most are on vacation and enjoying themselves; while the active duty personnel are trying their best to beat the forces of darkness and minster their forms of prescriptions for these lost, stolen and forgotten souls.
End of blogging. 20230614-0046.
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I’ve never heard of self-care
20230614-0033. I never heard of practicing self-care. I only know about care-giving. If that means hygiene, well y’all should be well aware that I’m too lazy to take care of myself and I let myself go – physically, emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.
I have a belly and buttocks that stick out. I’m overweight. I get easily triggered to anger, rage, hatred, and the like. And I think of all sort bad thoughts of frustrations, mind y’all. And well, I don’t really read the Bible because in a previous daily writing prompt, I waste most of the time blogging.
End of blogging. 20230614-0035.
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Doing secular stuff like blogging
20230614-0030. That’s correct. I waste my time and most of the time I am blogging to my invisible audience. As a matter of fact, I am my only audience. There are no subscribers or followers to my blog. So I’m free to blog on just about anything – fictional or non-fictional.
End of blogging. 20230614-0031.
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Hot top ramen noodles
Daily writing promptWhich food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?20230614-0026. That’s correct! I loved eating that stuff and so I had remember my mommy cooking that stuff and I loved the smell and taste too.
One time, my younger brother got some burned when some hot top ramen noodle soup fell upon his tummy because he didn’t have a good grip on the large bowl and so the heavy item fell on him.
I helped my mommy with the ice as my younger brother cried out in pain. That’s one awful memory too from my childhood.
End of blogging. 20230614-0028.
