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Night and Armor

I’m more alive during the night.
It reveals truth in its essence

“Let me release myself.”

Each day, the monotonous life ends when it starts.. And real life starts when it ends.

“Listen…”

Broken, whether by heart, body, mind and/or soul.. The silence of the night consumes what is pent up.. And suspends time.. Interrupts..

Then.. Another day on the horizon. Regardless of set or unset meaning or purpose.

Entropy at its finest

The Mirage

the noise in the silence of the desert so deafening…

hungry and thirsty for that shot of life…

alone or not, the heat can and will consume…

bounded by the limitations of intelligent design (or accident), we succumb

an image appears in the middle of one’s consiousness (half asleep/half awake)

“oh how filling the water is…”

“the winds that pass through the trees and flowers then through me simply refresh me.”

“i feel…alive.”

“this is the reality that is mine…”

for a moment, utopia seems to have arrived.. 

but then nature questions:

“is this only a suspension of reality? or the creation of a reality that is mine and mine alone?”

the old man said the unexamined life is not worth living

how about ignorance? how about creating something out of nothing?…………..

the war has now been concluded.

the flag of riverflow has now been raised.

as one man concludes: “what you resist, persists”

however…the noesis and noema shall strike once again and use balance

for the dream can be reality, and vice versa (or let the two poles compromise).

Dr. Time shall help in the process, but for now, the paradise is just a sip, or nothing at all.

The Toucher

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“Whew.. argh their lunch is too long! hay.. have to do lots of stuff after this!!!!!! darn im hungry now.. hopefully it was the weekend already.. i miss my love.. i miss my family.. i hope we can prosper soon.. hopefully i die happy……………………………………………………….”

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Definition of YOU under the time-money matrix

Attended a seminar yesterday. This certain speaker tried to simplify how to achieve your dreams. Here’s what he said:

“Dreams, at the end of the day, and to sum it all out, is dependent on two things: time and money.”

1. If you have no money and no time, you are probably a regular employ of a corporation, whether multinational, national, bpo, or have a small business that earns just enough or even less.

2. If you have the time but no money, you are a BUM

3. If you have money but no time, you mustve been successful in your career/small business, but it probably took you majority of your life (and youth) to achieve it. Now that you’vre retired, youthfulness gone, would you say you can do more than you were 20-40 years ago?

4. You have time and money= dreams

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Sources:

http://www.getfreelegalforms.com/termination-regular-employee-form/

http://matthewneer.com/how-to/bum_marketing/

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Kirk

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Zuckerberg

http://newsoholics.com/2011/03/10/dalai-lama-announces-retirement/

A slut is like an elevator. a lot of people go in and out, up & down, and when she isn’t open, something’s definitely wrong.
Peter Griffin (Twitter)
“I invoke my right against self-incrimination.”
from http://politikaetchosera.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/lagot-ang-mga-ligots/

“I invoke my right against self-incrimination.”

from http://politikaetchosera.wordpress.com/2011/03/30/lagot-ang-mga-ligots/

howihelpsaveplanetearth:

RH BILL 5043, THINK ABOUT IT.

“Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing…”

“Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing…”

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.
Jean-Paul Sartre