When caught for cheating, lying and stealing, it’s better to admit fault and be sorry. It’s not nice to be safe and take the Fifth Amendment right to “cover your ass”. It’s better to pay your karmic debt now through fines and jailtime; learn your lessons as to what brought you to such predicaments and how to overcome those temptations next time; and to regret nothing later on after being brutally honest in the court of law. After all, wouldn’t you want your Akashic record(s) to reflect the path of righteousness in the face of persecution?
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Topic #64: When is it better to be sorry than safe?
Tag: Philosophy
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My magic tree grows the fruit of hope. With hope, faith and charity follows. Like the mustard seed, my tree will multiply by the fruits of its labor. Those who eat of this fruit will have hope in their hearts that one day faith in humanity will have overcome its lack of charity towards others. That’s all.
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Topic #63: You’ve got a magic tree: what does it grow? -
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Wisdom by far is supposed to get better with age.
I thought I would get wiser as I grew older. Instead I gained more knowledge and thought more power meant more edge in life and the freedom to do whatever I wanted and whenever I please. But that sense of freedom remained only in my mind. For example, “Coach John” is cute. He is smart; quite an extrovert and good with kids. I like knowing that as an available single bachelorette (whose fugly photos are best left to the CGI folks to create a more beautiful version of model-like beauty). While I am wise enough to know better than to corrupt the youngling with my “experience” as an older fart who’s loaded, not with constipation but with lots of dough, which is waiting in the oven to be cooked and such, his spirit to be a role model to his younger followers has much potential. It’s funny to say the least considering how us “Asians” could be mistaken as Mexicans by either namesake (like mine) or by visage (like his).
Wine, too, is supposed to get better with age.
I thought I would know how to take care of myself but that’s proving to be futile for lack of knowledge and thought of beautifications, both of hair, clothing and attitude, which reeks like last week’s ingestion of asparagus. Instead, I’m fermenting from eating the wrong types of food and lacking proper nutrition thereof; by sitting down the whole day AND night in front of the computer and getting fat in areas of the buttocks, thighs and tummy; and through thinking pessimistically most of the time about humanity’s progression back into the past as wild beasts; and behaving rather childish with nonconformist traits and other immature bevahiors, such as farting, burping and cutting my nails while at work. I am no better than wine, a person who gets drunk on passions of fleeting but trifle thoughts ranging from random events to other non-personal issues, which I take personally and rant on my weblog here.
Both wisdom and wine, however, tend to age. Depending on the individiual, one can age either gracefully like a ballerina dancing effortless through the air or a swan swimming slowly through the water or awkwardly like a drunken puppet moving uncontrollably without thinkiing or a cataonic scarecrow standing silently without breathing. Nothing gets better with age. Age is decay. Decay leads to death. Death leads to nothingness. And that’s how I image age to be: nothingness, despite New Agers who spew nonsense about astral bodies existing in spiritual realms but short of pure consciousness. I don’t know who the living would care what the dying would know what’s life when death is age itself.
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Topic #56: What gets better with age? Bonuses: 1) What is something you thought would get better with age, that didn’t? 2) What is something you thought wouldn’t get better with age, that did? -
20110222-Random Thoughts
En route to this morning’s mass, I imagined the price of security outweighs the price of freedom. For without security, there can be no freedom to do anything. Outside of security is chaos and the likes of freedom-loving barbarians who are outlaws.
For example, my “temp job from hell” is secure until the ax comes down our neck. It’s easy and slow. I’m less stressed and more relaxed. Plus, I can actually TAKE my breaks and enjoy going outdoors. And that is the freedom — to do honest work and to complete the tasks at the end of the day (as per the videos that I view last Friday evening on the Company’s Mission Values). I’ll review that again later on today and type out the remaining scripts of the host, a black guy with cherub-like white hair
“It’s better to work than to stay at home.” said the boy during yesterday’s lunch at our home.
With that said and although I’m paid low and sit near the slamming back, I gain a better perpective in life. Again, we are all free beings. But without the security to exercise freedom (through control mechanisms to keep the peace for the more innocent and dolice dezinens of this planet via various rules, regulations, policies, etc., we are all but animals hunting down the next prey for survival and at all cost.
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No Hurry
“Are you in a hurry to get a new computer?” Maw inquired of me.
“I’m not in a hurry to get a new computer. This is a test of my will to slow down and take it easy, just like my “temp job from hell” and my 797Mhz computer system from over ten slong years ago. And besides, it helps me to avoid my addiction of staying behind the computer and wasting my time online with a bunch of strangers instead of connecting with my family while they are still alive.” I replied to her.
Although the boy felt like we were hurrying him up, this was also a good opportunity for him to respond properly to his family, who needed something from him and to show that he cared enough to drop whatever he was doing in spite of being alleged sick again. Unfortunately, he cannot be a reliable person. His work is killing him because he needs to sustain a lifestyle that’s unrealistic and expensive.
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Better Heart
“I’ll be there for my brother.” said Uncle Ver to Paw long ago.
And I see this is true. Uncle Gigalo has made gazebos with his own hands for each of his three sisters — Malformed, Death and Louse.
When he inquired of me what had happened to the two sisters’ gazebos, my blunt response to him was: “The gazebos are used to store their junk.”
I saw how he slouched ever so slightly forward in dismay as he continued to stare forward and straight.
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“That’s easy to do. I can do fix it anytime.” Cousin Ferdie told to us long ago.Water had leaked on the bathroom floor upstairs. The bathroom floor needed to be replaced. And to this day, he never kept his word.
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“Tell sister not to buy a new computer because I have one for her here. I’ll bring it over this weekend — this Sunday.” said the boy to Maw who called his around 6:00pm Friday night before we went to Costco to buy a replacement to my dead computer.He has been talking about giving me a new computer for a few months. But he never did have the time to fix the one here in the hopes of retrieving old data.
“I’m sick again. I cannot go to church this evening. Tell sister to buy a computer because you two are FORCING me to hurry up.” The boy told to Maw this evening.
That is why I cannot call him. He is incoherent over the phone and doesn’t focus or listen to the issues. Instead, he cuts off the caller and treats his own family members as if we are co-workers who are rushing him to finish up what he promised to deliver.
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“I can make a wooden hat holder for you Maw. I can make a bird tree for our parakeets so they could play.” said the boy.He never did.
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“I promise you’ll get your money back.” said the fat bastard to me many times over the last decade.
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You see, unlike the alcholic, divorced and angry smoker, who is my Uncle Ver, the other failed to follow through and keep their words. The actions of Uncle Ver to be there for others without a second thought OUTWEIGH his misdeeds toward my Auntie Ching, the Shillster and his relatives.Being two faced is not good. But being a better heart despite ruining the lives of others can be easily forgiven. That is my decision.
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I haven’t decided what I would do with a million dollars, tax free. Off hand, I’d like to buy a new wardrobe; get my annual check-up; get new pairs of hearing aides and eyeglasses and/or contact lenses; visit my impoverished “my family” down south and relatives overseas; buy a new car and a mansion; and pursue business opportunities.
But based on my readings, I would like to do the following:
- Minimize (further) taxation through off-shore bank accounts and foundations.
- Avoid probate through trust accounts to my kids upon my passing.
- Keep cash and valuables in a safety deposit box for instant access.
- Invest cash in tangible assets, such as real property, buildings, precious metals, etc.
- Pool my assets and form PRIVATE ASSET MANAGEMENT UNIONS OR COOPERATIVES.
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Topic #50: What would you do with a million dollars, tax free? -
a hummingbird’s worth
You’d think to “know someone or something like a book” with the chance for eternal salvation for the price of your soul. You’d go so far to “grease somebody’s palms” with the Leprechaun’s pots of gold found at the ends of a rainbow. You’d try to “have somebody in the palm of your hand” with empty offers of unconditional and undying love. You’d attempt to “have somebody eating out of the palm of your hand” with empty coffers of worthless ducrats.
For the past few days, I see that your “itchy palms” are itching for someone “to cross your palm with silver” — someone who is nice enough to extend “a helping hand”; for “a bird in a hand is worth two in a bush“. I’d take this to mean that I’d be a fool to let the joys in my life slip away now by expecting something or someone better later on.
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Going Up
“What’s the price of your soul?” Would you climb the ladder of success for fame and fortune? Would that mean stepping over others to get what you want? Do you really need to feed your family the fruits of your labor through blood, sweat or tears?
Why not show mercy, love and kindness instead of sacrifices, hatred and anger? What would you leave behind as a remembrance to others? Would you embrace the light and leave others in the dark? Would you continue climbing up the snake or leave everything behind and follow your heart?
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As Is
Long ago the boy was with the girl during a meal, I told his rather plainly:
“You are perfect!”
And this is how people should be – perfect from the moment of birth, if not conception. Look at how cute babies are and how joyful toddlers become as little children. They are like angels until they grow horns like devils.
Tall, short. Dark, light. Thin, fat. Rich, poor. Smart, dumb. Straight, curved. Male, female. Naughty, nice. Happy, sad. Social, loner. Human, reptoid.
Whatever your situation or self-image: You are perfect. Just go with the flow and accept your uniqueness. Don’t step on the toes of each other, though: It’s not nice.
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Backdoor Wallflower
After saying goodbye to a couple of people I know and waving goodbye to a couple of strangers who cared to look my way, I discovered my purpose here that the temp job from hell. I’m a wallflower to the backdoor!
Someone who chooses to observe, instead of experience life.
They know a lot about people, what they are truthfully like, how they actually act when they think no one is paying attention.
Since people have little interest in wallflowers, they usually know a lot about people. The good and the bad.
Wallflowers are not mean, or impolite. They are usually pleasant, and respectful- just shy and/or introverted.
Nontheless, people tend to use the word “wallflower” negatively. What a shame.
An office lady, often abbreviated OL (Japanese: オーエル Ōeru), is a female office worker in Japan who performs generally pink collar tasks such as serving tea and secretarial or clerical work. Like many unmarried Japanese, OLs often live with their parents well into early adulthood. Office ladies are usually full-time permanent staff, although the jobs they do usually have little opportunity for promotion, and there is usually the tacit expectation that they leave their jobs once they get married.
Often nicknamed shokuba no hana or “office flower”, these women suffered discrimination due to the M-Curve.
So does that mean I’m pretty? Not in the least but rather plain looking. Must I wear make-up? Sure! Why not? I must learn to put on a happy face, too! Maybe I’ll put a flower or plant to liven up the place and start bringing in the donuts and bagels, too!
Konichiwa! Ohaiyogozaimasu! Bai! Bai! Sayonara!
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Cool Sun
While walking in the scorching heat of the outdoors, my mind createde again! This time it’s about the sun. I think the actual sunrays are cool and not hot.
I noticed that the shades underneath the trees are cool; while the patches of exposed, gray-colored sidewalks are hot. I believe the earth itself is warmed up enough that the radiant energy from the ground warm up the surrounding air!