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Day 31: Epilogue: Write a letter to yourself.

Nah! Please read my old epilogue (a poem) and for those interested here is my prologue (a poem), too.

Day 30: Someone in your family that means so much to you.

Does it have to be one person? How about pets? Do they count, too? Because more than person and many pets mean a lot to me. There is really no particular person in my family that I’d give credit to solely based on merit, deed, accomplishment, etc. Everyone that had played a role in my life mean so much to me. They are loved even they choose a path of selfishness and insecurity.

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.

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”.

Day 26: How do you handle/deal with both success and failure?

Both success and failure are a part of life. To get past failure is success. And the feeling can be wonderful and uplifting, too. To succeed requires hard work. Then again another failure is a sign for one to put life into perspective.

For example, I wanted to succeed in many things. But because I was both too lazy and too dumb, I failed to pass through many doors of opportunity. And as a result, I ended here at this “temp job from hell”. It’s a boring underemployment where my knowledge could have been put to better use in a higher paying and more challenging job.

Instead of contributing to society my other talents, such as singing, dancing, bossing and cleaning up the environment, here I am sitting in front of this damn computer and blogging. I’ve finished work in one hour and the client is so generous to keep us bums afloat for another month before they decide to axe us.

But blogging is good because very few readers are learning how my mind thinks and what they should think about their lives and how successful they are to own a computer and log online. Some are failures and they don’t have the opportunity to blog AND work at the same time.

In retrospect, success and failure are states of mind and how one preceives an event as being either better or worse than before or after the fact. Although this job pays low, I finally got the chance to exercise by walking around the blocks during my breaks.

In my previous job, I was my own boss. And I got fat from eating weekly snacks of donuts and bagels and dedicating my time away from ALL my breaks to finishing up the work on a daily basis. I didn’t want to work overtime, which is a liability to the company.

So while my philosophy is to work hard and succeed in my own special ways, any failure can be overcome with a little time to explore one’s strengths and weaknesses. I’m sure I’ll get out of this mess either by myself or with a little help from my family and friends, who come and go.

Day 25: Discuss something you planned that ended up not being what you expected.

I planned on retiring. After leaving my last well-paid, full-time job back in 2007, I realized that I wasn’t happy at home either. All I did the whole day was collect unemployment insurance and blog online. There was no motivation in life because I had everything — food, clothing, shelther, car, and a loving family, including my beloved parakeets to keep me sane.

I didn’t have any responsibility, except pay my bills — landline, cellphone and car insurance. Then I met people online and saw how they too struggled to “stay afloat” due to economic and financial hardships. I took it upon myself to oblige on their behalf. Foolishly, I didn’t have enough savings to get me through the three years that Obama screwed up as a nation.

But thankfully, the “fellow brothers” worked their magic and were able to stablize my anger and frustrations as well as others, who suck up the resources of other hard-working, tax-paying American citizens.

The way I see it, there are certain groups whose culture refuses to work hard because they believe in pay back (or reparation) and other forms of social benefits. I don’t have to mention which groups specifically but they have too many children on welfare and lots of abortions.

They don’t believe in education as a stepping stone to success and are simply are too damn lazy to at least try or try harder than the rest. They basically blame others for their misery and unfortunate circumstances — NWO, Illuminati, Freemasonry, God, aliens, extremists, etc.

Although I really hate to work with a bunch of morons and wanted to take the easy lifestyle of doing practically nothing and to learn how to shop for myself and really enjoy going out for once, I don’t want to pollute the environment with my misery of tissue papers from crying out my eyes (after watching sad movie while eating popcorn and drinking soda) and with my idleness of sitting down many hours (without exercises, such as walking outdoors to get some fresh air).

Furthermore, I didn’t want to increase my chances of getting health problems, such as diabetes, high cholesterol, high triglycerdies, and clog arteries. I didn’t want to become a disabled burden to the medical/health community because I didn’t work full-time to pay for health insurance in the first place!

What I really wanted was a job that meant something to me, that fulfilled my every hopes and dreams, that made me lots of money and brought me happiness, too. I was chasing my “hot air” unfortunately and ended up with this “temp job for hell” temporarily until prosperity, good fortune and good luck gives me “a wind and a nod”.

Day 24: Discuss a spontaneous moment in your life that turned out to be fantastic.

Would a “spontaneous combustion” be the closest way to describe this topic? That moment wasn’t anything like that — the feeling of fireworks came from within. All I did was pick-up the electric blower and started cleaning up the backyard. This was after realizing how the old timers could no longer do as much as us younger kids.

The truth was the resignation of being an irresponsible child and becoming a more accountable adult to the ones I love and who have come to love me. In return there is this debt that cannot be repaid financially. No. That would be crime of the heart.

Part of being a family is just “being there” to “lift a finger”, to “lend a helping hand” and to give up “an arm and a leg”. For all its worth — it’s priceless. And that’s by starting to pick up things that we would take for granted, such as chores, gardening, home repairs, etc.

Day 23: Describe a truly spiritual moment in your life.

Let’s see. This would be a vision in which I saw myself as a “standing angel”. I felt like I was not standing on anything. It was during the JB episode back in the year of 2007.

I saw myself travel through a darkened passage. I came through an opening — the viewing size through human eyes — and saw that there were clouds everywhere. And in the distance towards the front and slightly off to the left, I saw some very light patches of brown clouds.

I looked VERY slowly to my left and then VERY slowly to my upper back right field of vision and saw a cherub looking down from a high, white wall. It had its head resting on both hands; while his elbows were resting on the edge of the wall.

I turned my head straight ahead and wondered what I should do with that patch of very light brown clouds. I closed my eyes and zoomed back into my human form. I opened my eyes — the horizontal distance of the human field of vision — and found myself still lying in bed.